I know this sounds geeky but…

This year, in my English class we read Macbeth. I knew that the play was about some guy who killed some other guy and couldn’t wash the blood off his hands. Little did I know. I wasn’t very exited. The previous year we didn’t read any Shakespeare because he wasn’t on the AP test. The last play I’d read before Macbeth was Othello: not my favorite literature piece, but I fought through it.

This year when my teacher told us we were going to read Macbeth, I was indifferent: just another play where everyone dies. I was expecting long speeches, blank verse, extended metaphors, etc. I wasn’t expecting to understand or appreciate Macbeth.We finished the first Act quickly. I understood it all. No need for sparknotes or pink money or whatever. For the first time, I could comprehend what the play was about.

I thought maybe I’d gotten lucky. But no, I grasped all five acts easily. Macbeth is my favorite. It became my most annotated play and my most wrinkled,

Two weeks after Macbeth, we began reading Hamlet. I thought I wasn’t going to understand it. But I did. I get it. I was so happy when I finally understood what the famous “To be or not to be” speech was all about.

We’re still not done with Hamlet, but I’m looking forward to reading the end. I know that everyone dies because someone spoiled the ending for me but I still want to know.Now I want to see through Shakespeare’s words, not through the condensed summary written by a sparknotes writer or through the simple words of a classmate.

I know it soudns geeky, but I like Shakespeare. [specially Macbeth xD]

Woot!!!!!

Well I just finished my NaNo for this year! I have to say this year was way more difficult than last year. this year I had to find time to write, do calculus homework and apply to colleges. But after all the toiling, the sweating and the cramped up fingers, it feels good…

Halfway through the month, the “v” key on my keyboard stopped working. I have to hit it really hard to get it to work. I found myself avoiding words or names that contained the dreaded letter “v.”

I was realyl worried that I woudl run out of plot before I reached 50k. And I did. So I had to improise. The plot of Airheart was over, I;d reached the final scene with the final lines my mai character said adn I still had 10k left to fill. So I had to improvise. I wrote a series fo short stories, little things I had thoguth of some time ago that were pertinent to the main story but were also superfluous. I called them Incidents. There’s six of them. They all tell a short story covering an adventure of Daica and Cryseeh or Evan and Angela. There’s even one for a minor character, Adam.

Now that NaNo is over I can blow away the dust from this poor blog and begin to write for it again.

Goodbye monster NaNo, see ya next year like always.  Now, let me get out my red pen and edit Airheart…

Disagreement

A few days ago I was introduced to an experience that until that point seemed impossible to me. Even though I am a teenager, I have a pretty stable relationship with my parents. I’ve never gotten in a significant argument with them. My parents and I were on our way to the movie theater. It was Sunday afternoon and the sky was slowly becoming darker. As we drove down the street, we went by a small demonstration against Prop 8. They were waving signs that read “No on Prop 8,”  and other such messages.

My father looked at the demonstrators and grimaced in disgust. He shook his head in disagreement and made no comment. We began to discuss the current situation of gay marriage and I expressed my opposition to Prop 8. It was like my parents were stabbed in the chest. How could I, the daughter they had raised and educated, support the gay marriage movement? They were just dumbfounded. It really wasn’t a surprise that my parents were anti same sex marriages, I mean they are Catholic. But I was a surprised at their reaction.

They became really angry and confronted me with arguments that I was going against religion, against what God had dictated upon humanity. They repeated that those ways were wrong. I asked how. They said that the purpose of marriage was to procreate, and that same sex couples couldn’t, therefore they were not fully united in the eyes of God. I asked about infertile couples, their reply: it’s different. I told them that to me, the purpose and reason of marriage is love. I said that no one has the right, not even God, to tell us who we should love. We continued to argue for some time. It got pretty intense.

They told me that I “was not raised like this.” We arrived at the movies and I left. The last statement still echoes in my mind. I believe I was raised with an education so that I can be informed when making decisions such as this. I guess my parents didn’t foresee the possibility of the education backfiring on them.