Three more weeks of school.

This is so stressful. I'm only sixteen and I'm already losing my hair. It's sad really..

I really don't know what to say to you, blog-o-sphere... I'm honestly starting to dry out slowly...

In 1992, the average salary for a female attorney was 75 percent of the average salary for a male attorney.

Numerous studies of classrooms have shown that girls are called on far less often than are boys and that their answers are listened to far less seriously.

Women are 1/2 the world's people; they do 2/3 the world's work; they earn 1/10 the world's income; they own 1/100 of the world's property.

Two days ago, a boy approached me in my front yard and began to openly flirt with me. I shot him down multiple times and told him that he should leave because I had better things to do than listen to a pig oink; in my defense, he was making derogatory comments including comments about the way I was dressed (shorts and a band shirt), what I was doing (playing touch football with my brothers), and what I should be doing (I should've been "in the kitchen, baking a cake or something"). If you, the reader, don't find this disgusting and disrespectful, please leave my blog right now and don't come back. After I told him off, he proceeded to call me a myriad of names, of which ended at "stupid feminist." The reason I am writing about this rather than about The Great Gatsby is because I am TIRED of being pushed aside. I am tired of being a "Silly little girl" or a "feminist"
Does anyone in this world know what a feminist is? As defined by dictionary.com, a feminist is an advocate of social, political, legal, and economic rights for women equal to those of men.
I'm just done.

“You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren't lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn't go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.” 

For the last few weeks, I've read The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway and a few supplementals. This book is the 2013 Academic Decathlon book. It's a book about the Last Generation, the group of men and women after the Great War (World War I) who moved to Europe in search of something that they longed for but never found. They dreamed big and lived in the moment. They Drank and were merry because tomorrow they might die. This notion is repeated throughout history.
After World War I, it was the Lost Generation and flappers (women who defied the niche that society had forced upon them from birth).
After World War II. there was the Baby Boom. Soldiers who'd returned home--sometimes whole but more than anything, broken in both physical and emotional ways--and their wives were more in love than ever. These men had left home and could've died at any moment. Now that they were home, they were going to raise a generation better than their own.
After Vietnam, there was the sexual revolution of the '70s. People weren't into the power that The Man had over them. They defied society and its restrictions: Sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. This was the time of the hippies and the Love Movement (which may or may no be the real name of this movement).
Now, soldiers returning home from battle are faced with our generation. Teenagers who aren't really teenagers. Kids enter the 'teen' phase of life earlier than ever. Nowadays, our youth lives in the moment, often making questionable decisions that even they don't understand--although they believe themselves to be 'mature.' We no longer live with the eloquent thought of be merry today for tomorrow, we might die. No, the motto that future generations will hear about is YOLO, a dumbed down version of the classic Carpe diem (Latin for Live in the day)

You spend your whole life stuck in a labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present. -Alaska, Looking for Alaska
I'm a small town girl with big city dreams. When I dream, I dream big. If you we're to meet me & get to know me, it'd be obvious to you.
But all I have are dreams. And that might be all I'll ever have. It's hard to face, right?
Well, in end we all face reality. Just like Jake & Brett. Wanna know what I'm talking about? Read The Sun Also Rises

So I was wrong.

My blog will not be about life at monroe. It will be about books!
Okay, so like I've mentioned before, I'm a big literature fan. By literature, I don't mean Sarah Dessen or Glass by Ellen Hopkins. No, I mean classic literature.
Let me re-iterate. I love C L A S S I C literature. Like the Bronte sisters or Tolstoy. When I go to bed at night or am having a bad day, I don't turn to cheesy romance novels or murder mysteries. No I turn to Anna Karenina and Catherine Earnshaw. The stories that the authors write are (to me) the same story Emily Bronte did. Love stories are so much more eloquent and touching. Battles are so much more dramatic.

But do not think that I only read the antiquated books of our grandmother's generation. I can be hip! (That was a joke.) Two of my most recent authors are John Green and a man named Ned Vizzini.
Wanna know why I like them so much? Well, I'll tell you!
They have written the words that I've always thought but never said out loud. They know how I feel without being a teenage girl from California. And that's an amazing thing to me. So look them up. I recommend It's Kind of a Funny Story by Vizzini (which is also a movie) and The Fault in Our Stars by Green. Read them. They might become your favorite too.

So this is my return to the blog-o-sphere. I haven't blogged in a while.
So Kim commented on my blog saying I hadn't spoken a word about her so here it is, Kim! I first met Kim in the magnet office when I had been told I could work in there & she said I was lucky. I guess she got sent to the library to T.A. And when I was exiled from the coveted spot as the magnet office t.a. I joined her in the library. At first, she overwhelmed me. Though she be but little, she is fierce! (Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, look it up you plebeian)
And I as I grew to know her, I grew to love her. She made my days bright and she was funny. She was a little ball of sunshine I knew would be there when eighth period rolled around.
Now, I feel like we're not as friendly as before but I still like discoursing with her.
Well, I guess my new blog topic is life at Monroe, how it's been and what I think it's becoming. Have a good day.

So it's valentine's day here at Monroe. Woo!
Yeah, right..

As a student from the magnet, I have to live with everyone in F Hall. Ever been in there after school? It's like a highway. One way is into the hall and the opposite way is out of the hall. Add balloons, flowers, stuffed animals and all the sugary treats our society has deemed acceptable to gift to another and you can picture what it's like to walk through the hall on Valentines Day. All these things result in a bitterness of the heart that begins as annoyance then shifts to anger then grows to bitterness. And this feeling doesn't only plague people who are single. No, this has an effect even on those of us who have a significant other.
This is my tangent for the day. Have a happy Valentine's Day.