So, I haven’t posted anything in a while. I suppose I’m saying that because I feel a little rusty- it’s hard to write properly when you fear being judged while making-believe that you don’t care. But to some extent I don’t care; I guess I relish the consistency of writing properly.
So, I’ll begin on the first aspect of the title of this post. University Applications.
I’m sure everyone older than I am reading this post knows what I’m talking about. And if you don’t, maybe you’re lucky. Anywho, as far as my future goes, this is really one of the first steps I’m taking to becoming a real adult- a grown up. Of course I’m scared, wouldn’t you be? Who wouldn’t be scared of their future riding on a few clicks of a mouse? My acceptance to any of my university choices depends entirely on if I cared enough to participate last year. Actual learning and being present in class weren’t really my friends last year. Not to say I didn’t maintain an 80+ average- I did. But the point is that if I had been less interested in leadership and more interested in marks, I would have done better. Some people would say that leadership and activity in your school is more important than a percentage that is easily tampered with. But, I’d like to inform those people that the universities in Ontario do not perceive that way.
My biggest fear is my life ending before it starts. “Well, Daniela,” you’re saying, “You can just apply again. It’s not as though they put a cap on the amount of times you can apply.” Maybe not, but I’ve always been the one in the family who is stable, whose life you could plan out, who would go to university and have babies and be normal. Don’t take it the wrong way- I’d love to be normal. Live a stable life, have kids, be a mom first and a career girl second, but what if… what if? So many what ifs.
I’m afraid, so I decided to blog about it. If any of the people who read the applications somehow find this post, please, be gentle to me. I just want to learn and teach and help people realise their full potential. All I want to do is have people look up to me the way I look up to my own teachers, and help them achieve their dreams the way my teachers helped me achieve mine. I want kids to look back and thank me in their Grammy speeches. I want a legacy, and I want there to be a trail of well-educated, confident and special children behind me. But it’s unlikely any of the people who read my application will stumble across this. I guess I’ll have to find a way to express all this in my supplementary.
I wish I had high marks. I wish my percentages were over 100 and universities were begging for me to attend. But, unfortunately, they’re not. I’m waiting them for them to accept me, and that’s scary. It was hard enough to get my own friends to accept me.
Guess I’ll have to wait and see.
Onto the second half of the title:
I’m not sure how the general population feels about Anime (basically, Japanese cartoons; what makes them different from “American” cartoons is usually the style of drawing and the content- mostly the drawing), I love it. That’s just me, though. Being transported into another world is one of my dreams, as I frequently live in my own dream world. So, keeping that in mind, it’s probably easy for you to understand why I love Anime and cartoons so much.
I used to have more free time, so I used to watch many more cartoons. I don’t know if any of you readers have heard of Naruto? Maybe Soul Eater? No? Well, I used to watch InuYasha, Full Metal Alchemist, Cardcaptor Sakura and of course, Sailor Moon, among others. Sailor Moon I used to watch as a child. There was an English version, and I would watch it religiously. It was one of my favourite cartoons to watch. My cousin owned all the paraphernalia; her scepter, her wand. I’m sure we used to play act episodes, too. I’ve been rewatching all the important episodes (if you’ve ever watched Anime, or any TV show religiously, you’re aware of the “FILLER” and how irritating they are to encounter) and finding myself loving it all over again. Maybe it’s the nostalgia, maybe it’s just that its a cheesy show with cheesy situations that I can lose myself in. I used to be able to busy myself easily, but my most prominent extra curricular ended last month, so I’m not at school for 26 hours a week anymore. It’s hard not to remember what I want to forget when I’m so free on time.
I guess that’s why I have a pinterest. And a blog.
Anyway, Sailor Moon hasn’t taught me anything. It’s not one of those shows were you learn about love or you learn about justice, though the main protagonist and title character, Sailor Moon, emphasizes her affection for both Love and Justice; the show is just about a young girl struggling to live normally while her whole situation is abnormal. She’s an alien from the moon.
If you get a chance to watch it, please, do. It’ll distract you from your situation for a while. You’ll find yourself saying Japanese words to your friends, like baka or gomen or ano, but it’s worth all the ridicule. To me, anyway.
Ta ta for now.