Dancing Through Life

My friend Morgann has started a newspaper, for which I’m the fashion and current events writer… Luckily this means that I don’t have to write another recount of prom for this blog, because I already wrote one for her paper! (Read as: I’m really really lazy.)

I want to write an honest, fun recount of what prom was like without sounding stuffy and using phrases like, “We arrived at the country club, our faces aglow, excited for the night ahead!” Because, let’s be honest: that would be a snooze-fest. So here we go.

The night began in the afternoon – for me, at least. For Tanith and her older sister, Violet, the ‘night’ began just before lunchtime, when they drove over to Miss Ani’s house. (If we’re being honest, prom night started on the Thursday before prom, when we all put curlers in our hair and did our nails and made frantic last minute adjustments to everything. However, I would like to keep this article a little shorter than novel-length, so we’ll go ahead and start on Friday.) I met them there at three o’clock, hair in curlers, dodging the confused stares of Miss Ani’s neighbors. Tanith answered the door, sporting some trendy curlers of her own. I followed her to the bathroom where Miss Ani was just finishing Violet’s makeup. I was immediately thrown into the ‘styling chair’ (a metal folding chair next to the sink) and Miss Ani got to work.

Cut to five-thirty at the Tanith’s house. Things were a little chaotic as Tanith, Violet, Kate, and I were running around in our floor-length gowns, finishing up makeup and hair, looking for shoes, calling our dates and double-checking driving plans.

An hour later, we split up and met up at the houses of our dates.

Our friend Kaira, Odysseus, Landon [I’m butting in on my own article: Landon was my date, in case you guys care], and I arrived first at the country club (after getting a little lost along the way – I’m not the best navigator) (sorry, Mom!), and I was stunned by the decorations. The entire country club had been done up like the backstage of a theater. Costumes and props were arranged artfully around the foyer, and a red carpet led into the main ballroom.

Dinner was served at nine. During dinner, the seniors were called up and recognized for their accomplishments throughout high school. Kaira was given the title ‘Miss Versatility’, and Violet ‘Extreme Athlete’. After dinner, the music began to play – the night started off with the appropriately titled ‘Let’s Get It Started’ by the Black Eyed Peas. We were all a little reluctant to get out on the dance floor, until Violet dragged us out to ‘Let it Rock.’

The funniest moment of the whole night happened after Tanith and I finished swing dancing with Frankie and Landon (respectively). The swing ended, only to be replaced by Beyoncé’s ‘Single Ladies.’ Tanith and I immediately abandoned our dates and ran onto the dance floor to proclaim our singleness. They were not amused.

The after-party at Kaira’s house lasted until 5 AM – by the end, we were all a little jealous of Tanith, who had made the wise decision to turn in early.

It was a great night that we’ll all remember forever. The sleep deprivation was totally worth it.

Forgive me for taking creative license with your names, you guys. 😉

And just so those of you who aren’t familiar with my friends in real life can keep up:

Frankie was Tanith’s date, Kaira was Odysseus’s, and Kate is a friend of Violet’s (and me, and Tanith, of course, but she went with Violet because she was flying solo this year). [Hero’s Afterthought: I’ve put them all on the Meet the Cast page, for future reference.]

I promise to get back to normal, interesting posting soon. I’m just stressed out about the SAT this weekend and a bunch of tests and papers and science experiments and presentations that I have due this week. *hyperventilates into a paper bag*



A Challenge and a Shakespeare Paper

Hi guys.

Let me tell you: I. Am. Exhausted. I spent all day trying to iron out last minute prom details and getting straps put on my dress and trying to find nail polish and makeup, while in the back of my mind stressing about my orchestra auditions and my SAT next week. My creative well is pretty much run dry, which is why I’m taking the lazy route with this post.

This post comes to you in two parts! Part one: a challenge!

To be specific, the free, total, fruitful, and faithful challenge. I didn’t get into this last week, but those four things are part of loving genuinely. True love should be free, total, fruitful, and faithful. Even if you’re not in a relationship or anything, you can still practice these in everyday life. Starting on Wednesday of next week, I’m going to take the challenge. I’d love for you to try it with me – I’m going to post the challenge in this post so you can do it, too!

[Taken directly from Theology of the Body for Teens by Jason & Crystalina Evert and Brian Butler. You should buy it.]

Day One

First, “FTFF” is more than a call to selflessness. It is the shunning of all things selfish in your life. The world programs us to be selfish. So, in order to “deprogram” that selfish influence in your life, you must first “unplug” from the world, disconnecting from any worldly influences that would put you at risk.

So, spend an entire day free of all technology. “What, are you crazy!?” you might wonder. [Hero’s note: This is an excellent place for an interrobang. Unfortunately, the authors went with the stylistic choice of the ‘!?’ combo.] No, not crazy – focused. Remember, before God can reprogram you, you might need to be deprogrammed.

Don’t turn on the television for an entire day. Don’t log onto the computer. That’s right, no email, no surfing, no IMing. Next, turn off your cell phone and don’t answer it. Not even text messaging. You can do it. Finally, no music – not even spiritual or uplifting tunes. See if you can do it for one full day. Challenge yourself. What you will probably find is that the silence drives you crazy… at first. But you will grow to love it the more you silence your world.

Day Two

After you’ve spent a day without media, try something even harder. Deny your desires for an entire day. Let your little brother or sister choose the channels on the TV. When your mom or dad ask you to do something, jump right up and do it, regardless of what you’re doing. (Be prepared: they might go into shock if you do this.) Ask your friends where they want to go that night. Let your parents control the music in the car. Don’t even ask what’s for dinner. Whatever is put in front of you, be thankful you have it and eat with gratitude.

Day Three

On the third day you are only going to do things that serve others. There won’t be any hanging out or zoning out in front of a screen. It’ll be cleaning , washing, folding, vacuuming, playing with younger siblings, and helping others. That’s it. There won’t be any activities just for you. You will live for everyone else in your household. If your household is small, get over to your church – there’s always a closet or room that needs cleaning out. Be careful when you offer: the parish staff might be so thankful that they’ll even pray for you!

Day Four

[Hero’s note: If you aren’t Catholic but would still like to do this challenge, for this step, still do the prayers, meditation, and journalling exercise, just not in front of the Blessed Sacrament.]

Head to your church and spend some time in adoration of our Lord. It’s okay if the Eucharist isn’t “exposed;” Jesus is still there: body, blood, soul, and divinity in the Blessed Sacrament. Sit in adoration for at least thirty minutes (an hour would be even better). Write the following verses on a piece of paper and take it with you, or highlight these verses in your Bible. Prayerfully read and meditate on them before Jesus and ask Him to reveal to you, deep within your heart, what they mean to your life right now.

  • “…it is no longer I who live but Christ who lives in me; and the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” ~Galatians 2:20
  • “….by the mercies of God, present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not conform yourselves to this world but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that you may prove what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” ~Romans 12:1-2
Later on in the day, before you go to bed, journal about the three days prior. Ask yourself what you learned, what elements of your Four-Day Challenge were most difficult and which came easily. Reflect on how your activity somehow mirrored FTFF. And try to commit those two verses to memory.
If you follow these spiritual “exercises” for four days, you will be surprised at how tangibly different you look at the call to be “free, total, faithful, and fruitful,” and you will have taken a significant step in your spiritual maturity. You’ll be one step (or maybe four steps) closer to loving like Jesus.

Part two: Shakespeare!

Per Sami and Christina’s request, here is my paper on Julius Caesar. It is yet to be graded, but I’ll let you know what grade I get when it is. Also, those of you MODGers who are assigned this paper, I will warn you that plagiarism is highly frowned upon. *ahem*

Julius Caesar

Despite its misleading title, Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar does not focus on Caesar as the main character, but rather on Brutus. In the play, Brutus makes a choice that changes the future of Rome: he joins with the conspirators and assassinates Caesar. Brutus believes that Caesar’s death is for the good of Rome, but is it? When Rome is changed forever, is it changed for the better? The justification of Brutus’s actions hinges on whether Brutus is right in his views of Caesar, on what Caesar’s actual intentions are, and on whether Caesar’s plans are actually going to harm Rome.

The first question that must be asked is why Brutus kills Caesar. At the beginning of the play, Brutus has no grievances with Caesar himself – in fact, Brutus and Caesar are friends. Brutus’s only concerns lie in Caesar’s great ambition. He worries that Caesar will be crowned, and the republic of Rome will be no more. In Act I, Scene II, while talking to Cassius, Brutus appears troubled when a great cry arises from the crowds surrounding Caesar: “What means this shouting? I do fear the people choose Caesar for their king.” (1083) Contrary to the other conspirators, who act out of jealousy of Caesar, Brutus acts out of love for Rome. When Cassius is initially trying to bring Brutus over to his cause, he appeals to Brutus’s jealousy and attempts to convince him that Caesar is no better than them and therefore should not be as revered as he is. Brutus, ever noble, responds, “I am nothing jealous.” (1084) This declaration makes it clear to Cassius that he will have to use other methods to turn Brutus against Caesar. This other method presents itself in the form of Casca, another conspirator who had been with Caesar amid the cheering crowd. Casca confirms Brutus’s fears, telling him of how the crown had three times been offered to Caesar and how with each refusal Caesar grew more and more reluctant. Brutus is unsettled by the idea of Caesar as king. In Brutus’s eyes, the monarchy is inherently evil. He likens Caesar to a serpent’s egg that must be killed before it ‘hatches’ and causes harm. This conclusion is only strengthened when Brutus’s servant, Lucius, finds a letter for Brutus from an anonymous Roman citizen, imploring him to act against Caesar. Brutus makes up his mind. “ ‘Speak, strike, redress!’ Am I entreated to speak and strike? O Rome, I make thee promise, if the redress will follow, thou receivest thy full petition at the hand of Brutus!” (1088)

By this line of reasoning, Caesar’s assassination appears to be justified. The problem is that this is only part of the story: Brutus is missing some of the facts. He doesn’t know what is really going on. Firstly, Brutus believes that his fellow conspirators are also acting out of an unselfish desire to save the Roman Republic, when really they are envious of Caesar, and want to spite him because of his power. All of the information Brutus had been given comes from those on the inside of the conspiracy. As a result, almost everything Brutus thinks to be true has been warped in some way to convince him that Caesar is a danger to Rome. For example, the note begging for Brutus to ‘Speak, strike, redress!’ was actually written by Cassius in an attempt to make Brutus think that the Roman people are also worried about the threat of Caesar. This means that even though Brutus believes himself to be acting justly, he is, in reality, being used by the other conspirators for an unjust purpose.

The other side of the story necessary for the justification of Brutus’s action is the story of Caesar. Brutus kills Caesar because he believes that Caesar is a danger to Rome, but is he? The answer to that question lies in what Caesar’s intentions are, and whether Caesar’s plans would have harmed Rome. Despite Casca’s testimony being discredited by his ulterior motives, Caesar truly does want the crown.  Shakespeare makes this clear in Act II, Scene II, when Caesar’s wife, Calphurnia, begs him to stay home from the Senate, as she has had dreams that predict his doom. After a lengthy plea, Caesar gives in and tells her, “Mark Antony shall say I am not well, and for thy humor I will stay at home.” (1092) His mind is made up, until one of the conspirators, Decius, arrives at his house and convinces Caesar otherwise. Decius offers another interpretation of Calphurnia’s dream, saying, “It was a vision fair and fortunate!” (1093) Caesar ignores him. After all, he isn’t really worried by the dream, but is only staying home to appease his wife. Decius sees this and realizes there is only one way to get Caesar to the senate: lie. “And know it now. The Senate have concluded to give this day a crown to mighty Caesar. If you shall send them word you will not come, their minds may change.” (1093) Caesar at once dismisses his wife’s worries and prepares to leave. “How foolish do your fears seem now, Calphurnia!” (1093) he cries, and his true colors are revealed. It is not the reinterpretation of Calphurnia’s dream that convinces him to go to the senate, but rather the offer of the crown, and his fear of losing it that persuades him.

From this is seems clear that Caesar intends for Rome to become a monarchy. This is what Brutus fears, but perhaps the monarchy is not as inherently evil as he thinks. In fact, it seems that the monarchy is what Rome needed. For one, the Republic is beyond saving. Brutus seems to think that with the death of Caesar, Rome will just turn around and go back to how it used to be, but this is simply not possible. When Brutus decides to act, he expects a redress to follow from the people. He realizes too late that the redress will not come. The Republic has descended into mob rule, as is obvious from the behavior of the common people. At the very beginning of the play, three citizens are chastised for cheering Caesar as he returns from defeating Pompey. Marullus, a tribune of the people, scolds them, saying, “Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft have you climb’d up to walls and battlements… to see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome…. And do you now strew flowers in his way that comes in triumph over Pompey’s blood?” (1082) This is the first time Shakespeare shines light on the fickle nature of the people, but it is a foreshadowing of events to come. After Caesar is killed, the people are in outrage, demanding satisfaction from Brutus. Brutus gives an eloquent speech, explaining his reasons for assassinating Caesar: “Not that I lov’d Caesar less, but that I lov’d Rome more.” (1098) The people, who five minutes earlier had been calling for Brutus’s blood, respond with shouts of agreement and loyalty to Caesar. “Let him be Caesar!” “Caesar’s better parts shall be crown’d in Brutus.” (1098) After his speech, Brutus leaves the people, and Antony takes the stage. Even though Antony had agreed not to blame the conspirators for Caesar’s death, he goes back on his word and accuses the conspirators of being murderers and jealous men. The people immediately take the side of Antony, crying out, “O traitors, villains! We will be revenged!” (1100) The people who were just proclaiming that Brutus should have the crown are now calling him a villain! The thought of these fickle people governing themselves is a laughable prospect. Brutus is wrong: the monarchy is not evil, but exactly what Rome needs!

In conclusion, it can be said that Shakespeare was right in his opinion of Brutus: a just man committing an unjust act. Brutus himself is righteous, but he is also deceived. Assassinating Caesar, while honorably intended, is really not the only way to save Rome, as Brutus thinks. In his mind, Caesar plans to take the crown and turn Rome into a monarchy, which Brutus believes to be evil. In reality, even though Caesar does plan on taking the crown, the monarchy is what is truly best for Rome. Brutus wants to save the Roman Republic, but it is impossible to save, as proved by the inconsistent allegiances of the people. Brutus is a virtuous man, but he is used by jealous men whose intentions are not as selfless as his own. In the end, Antony is correct when he says that Brutus was “the noblest Roman of them all.” (1112) The noblest Roman, deceived into committing an ignoble act. “All the conspirators save only he did that they did in envy of great Caesar; he, only in a general honest thought and common good to all, made one of them.” (1112)

[Kittredge, George, The Complete Works of Shakespeare, New York: Grolier, 1936.]

Thanks for reading! I’m off to finish my history for today and then take off all this makeup that Mom and I were playing with.

I probably won’t get the chance to blog on Sunday because I’m going to my grandparents’ sixtieth anniversary party and probably won’t have a lot of free time.

Anyway. I love you all – hope you have a great week!


Girl Mode

Before I say anything, I want to wish my friend Julia a very, very happy birthday! She’s one of the best friends ever, and you should go check out her blog. She writes about writing, and skiing, and the Hunger Games, and being sick, and basically life, except she’s way more interesting and meaningful than I am.

Like, way more meaningful, because today I bring you an entire blog post devoted to PROM!

Yes. I’ll admit it: I am in complete and total girl mode. My prom is on Friday and I am so excited. Basically the only thing that’s been running through my head for the last week and a half is, “Prom prom prom prom prom prom prommmmmmm…” I’m even having trouble being nerdy, I’m so focussed on prom. I was talking to Landon (who is also my prom date), and he was going on and on about the new Magic set that’s coming out, which I would usually be interested in, except I was right in the middle of puzzling over whether or not I’d be able to knit a shawl to wear with my prom dress before Friday. So Landon was talking about angels and demons being all the rage, etcetera, and I was like, “That’s cool.” He realized that I wasn’t paying any attention, and made a remark along the lines of: “I am totally nerdier than you.” I rolled my eyes and said, “I can’t outnerd you right now, dude. I’m in girl mode.”

Seriously. In my brain, finding nail polish that matches my dress is almost more important than practicing my cello. It’s ridiculous. I don’t know why I’ve subconsciously prioritized like this – it’s just ridiculous. Maybe I’m such a weirdo most of the time that sometimes I need a week and a half to turn into a stereotypical teenage girl who squees at the sight of OneDirection and has no aspirations beyond becoming homecoming queen. (Just to make things clear: I don’t want to be homecoming queen. I want to be a rocket scientist. Or something.)

Or maybe I’m just excited for prom. Because I haven’t been squeeing at OneDirection lately either.

If I get some good pictures of my dress, I’ll post them next Sunday. Until then, try not to judge me too harshly for my obsession over purple nail polish. (And the fact that I’ve listened to What Makes You Beautiful at least twice a day for the last seven days. *cough*)

Y’all are the best,


P.S. In case you’re interested, the theme for our prom is ‘There’s No Business Like Show Business.’ MUSICALS. The entire prom is BROADWAY THEMED. It’s so PERFECT. *geeks out*

Who Am I?

Guys, I do not want to write this post. I want to watch Leverage, or sleep, or pretend that I’m not wearing my broken glasses lopsidedly on my face. Maybe I would go eat an empty ice cream cone, since we have the cones but no ice cream. Or maybe I would take that 75% full tupperware of melon downstairs to put in the fridge before it turns to mush! (Actually, I am going to do that. One moment, please.)

Okay. Back from the melon endeavor.

The reason I’m kind of wiped out is because I told myself that I was not going to write this post until after I finished at least PART of this paper on Julius Caesar that’s due on Thursday. But I’m so tired, and cranky, and sick, and so easily distracted (having the internet back is both a blessing and a curse), that writing the small amount I finally wrote took me a good hour.

Hence it being almost 9 o’clock when I’m finally getting around to this. I almost pushed it forward another day, but that would be lazy – and since I just got back from my 46-day-long abandonment of you guys, I decided to make this post a labor of love and get over myself. (Speaking of love, that’s what Wednesday’s post is going to be about. Stay tuned!)

Before I go on, I wanted to mention a couple of things.

1. I just discovered this amazing thing on YouTube that Hank Green has started. It’s called the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, and it’s basically a retelling of Pride and Prejudice in the modern day, in the form of a video blog. (Think Dr. Horrible’s.) I’m a huge P&P fan, so I saw this and kind of geeked out. It’s hilarious, and you should check it out.

2. I’M GOING TO PROM! I’m so excited. 🙂 I’m not going to talk about it at all, because I don’t want to sound like it’s all I’ve been thinking about (even if it is), but, yeah. It’s going to be so awesome – my dress is amazing and only cost me $25! (Which is a good thing, since we just had to drop $200 on restoring my vision.) (…Yeah.)

So, I was thinking about what I should write this post on, and the first thing that popped into my head is identity. I’ve kind of been having an identity crisis since Saturday when I realized that my glasses are finished. Caput. No longer with us. I’ve had these glasses for three years, and now they’re dead.

I know that seems really overdramatic – I mean, they’re only a pair of glasses, right? The thing is, these glasses feel like a part of me. I wear them all the time – my friends almost never see me without them. I’ve met people who legitimately do not recognize me when I’m not wearing them. And obviously they’re just glasses, but it’s been making me think: what is it that makes us who we are?

Obviously our personalities and our souls and all of that, but how much of our exterior appearance contributes to our identity? Is the Hero without glasses the same as the Hero with glasses? Not to those aforementioned people who don’t recognize her. Not to people on the street who maybe realize something about her because of the glasses.

It’s not just about glasses, either. Think about scars, for example. I have scars all over me – and they all have a story. I have a scar on my foot from where my friend Sunny accidentally opened a gate onto it. I have couple scars under my lip from when I fell off a bike when I was nine and almost bit through it. (My lip, not the bike.) Without these scars, I wouldn’t be the same person I am today. And I’m not saying that having a gate opened onto my foot or biting through my lip were experiences that were turning points in my life. No. I’m saying that everything that happens to us shapes us, forms us. We are who we are because of genetics, yes, but also because of environmental factors. The Hero with the scars on her knees and the glasses on her face is that way for a reason. Those scars and those glasses aren’t key parts of her being – but they are parts of it, nonetheless, and as a result, they’re important.

Basically what I’m trying to say is: I really like these glasses. I wish I hadn’t been stupid enough to break them. 😛

(By the way, in case you’re wondering, the correct response to the title of the post is: “I’M JEAN VALJEAN!” Feel free to add jazz hands.)

Thanks for reading. Talk soon.