The Most Majestic Language

“It was well said of a certain German book that ‘er last sich nicht lesen’ – it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.”

First thoughts on the quote? No, not tonight. Tonight, we will go with the second thoughts. “Er last sich nicht lessen.” The Most Beautiful Language.... is NOT German. Now, tell me, how graceful was that message? German – the only language that murder can be committed through speech. May I just say that German has to be the most unattractive, unappealing, unharmonic, uneverything language that has ever existed. Even the peoples of Africa, with their combination of clicks, claps, whistles, and giggles have a more intuitive sounding language than that of Germany.

Now, when I would like a hot dog, why would I ever ask for “Un Veinershnitzel!” Let me analyze what is wrong with this statement FOR you. First, “hot dog”, as opposed to “Veinershnitzel!”, is thousands and thousands times more beautiful. Second, those two words have entirely too many syllables. Third, I did not make a mistake, nor did I place it for emotion, but the exclamation point (!) was necessary because almost EVERY aspect of the speech is yelling! They just go on and on with their voices raised to the rooftops (and you wonder why no other countries like them? It’s because their table manners are HORRENDOUS! No one wants to spend the time to truly get to KNOW them, so they just kinda stay away). And for my final point as to why this language is humanely inhumane, is that in order to say ANY German, like the one listed above, for example, you must make a face that resembles a sick cat. With the emotional emphasis and combination of untimely placed consonants, German facial expressions are priceless. Were I to ever go over there, the ONLY way I would enjoy myself is if I brought a camera and took pictures of people while they were talking. Can you say “Candid Camera every single second of my visit?!” Here is how conversations would go –

Noa – Do you speak ENGLISH?

German Broshnitzel – UN GORBONSTEIN BLITZKREIG VEIBEN...[interruption]--- *snap! (picture taken)*

Noa – Peace! *walk away*

And people wondered why Hitler was so terrible…. He went crazy over his fowl language! (Not cursing, it’s just that the language is so fowl, as a whole, it drove him insane.) Well, except for the whole “Holocaust” thing… That was probably a big reason, too. But the latter of the two reasons should not trump the previous one! Sorry to offend, by the way.

The Prayer

Change. It's such a bittersweet thing. So many things change: the weather, fashion, technology, etc. Sometimes, the changes are good, and other times, we hate the fact that things must change. We're going to go through a lot of change this next year. Graduation is going to start a new chapter in our lives. As we go through these changes, we're going to need a lot of prayer and encouragement. This is the prayer I pray for all of us:

Dear Jesus,

Thank You for all of the good times that have encouraged us to get through high school. Thank You for all of the rough patches that have molded us into what we are today. Thank You for the teachers who have helped us get where we are. Thank You for letting us be so close-knit with each other.
Help us not to take our last months in high school for granted. Help us to live everyday to its fullest and try to reach out to the younger people in the school - to be their heroes. Help us to know where You want us to go to college and what You want us to major in. Help us to know who You want us to fall in love with and marry. Help us to know where we need to build our homes. Help us to live Your love everyday for the rest of our lives. Please protect us as we are still at MJCA and as we graduate and move on with our lives. Let us learn from our mistakes but not let them dictate our lives. Help us to forgive others and forgive ourselves. Help us to love You and know that You love us...more than we could ever imagine.
Amen.


--Lindsey.

Plastic People

What a world of pretty little people we are, so pretty we are perfect, and so perfect we are flawed. We are plastic people. We all melt in the fire.
Every single day we wake up and paint on a new face, and every single day we grow further from who we were. What is our purpose? To be just like someone else. Looking like a Barbie does not make me one. Looking pretty does not make you an object of beauty and acting smart does not make you so.
We sit and watch as placid expressions are drawn onto our faces as our hearts cave in, crushed by our own hands on a daily basis… for what? Because you don’t want to be what you are and everyone knows. Your face changes every day and now you believe that you are someone else. You have found what you created as fitting, but everyone knows it isn’t you except for yourself. Now you are melting by the flame with the multitude, but we have not felt it yet.
Hey, Sweetie, could you take off your mask please? Its cut no longer suits you.

-Jillian

Save Me

Walking, fast. Running, running through the pangs of her past, turning her head away from the ugly truth. She is not at rest, never a moment of peace. She wakes from a sleepless night and finds a stranger looking in the mirror. Again, running away, she puts on a mask to cover the secrets, to shadow the truth. But, the mask doesn't hide everything- for her eyes still hold true. Deep, roaming, dark pools that serve as a reflection of her past, her thoughts, her darkest secrets. She doesn't run, but she walks. She waves to her peers, hugs her family, smiles at her mentors, laughs with the ones she loves, yet stares blankly at the ones she hates- the ones she truly fears- her eyes still holding true. Everyday she makes an impression, whether it be good or bad, and she waits. She doesn't turn one corner or walk in one direction without questioning every step. She is waiting for answers. Reasons for circumstances that constrict her boundaries. Explanations for the things she cannot comprehend. Resolutions for questions she cannot answer. All the while, these questions wander in her eyes. It is only when she is alone that she can finally catch her breath and take a look at who she truly is. She removes the mask, shocked at what is left. Her flaws revealed, secrets exposed, every comfort and reassurance stripped away, and she washes her face, washing it all away. The only thing that's left are her eyes, the eyes that have held the truth the whole time. The girl behind the mask is finally free. I am the one looking in the mirror, and my deep brown eyes are staring back at me.

"Save me, I'm lost. Save
me from being confused. Oh Lord, I've been waiting for
you. Please show me what I'm
looking for.."

--Carolina Liar.

--Riley Hammond.

Love

Love. Everyone wants it. Everyone needs it. Everyone does anything for it. Why do we all want and need love SO bad? We crave it from the outside all the way to the deep “nitty-gritty” bone. We can't live without it and once we have it, we take it for granted.
We all say things we don’t mean when we are angry or upset, but most of the time, we forgive and forget. We get close to a specific person and pour our hearts to them. We all make mistakes, and do things we regret, but the beautiful thing about it is, there is grace.
If love were compared to an ocean, we would swim in the tears we have cried over our love until we get to the other side. Love is great, but also not. It can be the best feeling you have ever felt, but also the worst. In a song by the Afters, they refer to love being at its worst. Apparently someone was wronged and hurt, and the words are telling how they felt through it. Love is powerful and patient. If you truly love, then you will conquer all things, even in “raging seas.” Love will get you through. If there is a will, there is a way.
Love makes you go crazy. It’s a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful thing. Love is the most important thing, even Jesus said that. Sometimes you just get caught up in it with someone. Everything feels so right, and like nothing could touch the love you have. You just want time to freeze so you can feel that perfect feeling forever.
Love is what we were made for. God did not put us here on earth to be alone, yet to have companionship with Him and others. It is universally known to "Love one another as you would love yourself," ...right? If this statement is true, then God not only wants us to love others but OURselves as well. I can name a couple in our class right now that already do that very well :P
But seriously, God is our Creator. The next time you look in the mirror just look at yourself, look at how intricately you were designed. God made EVERYTHING about you. We are all special to Him. Therefore, we should love others completely but also love ourselves. Be happy in your own skin and just realize how blessed you are to have so many things.
If you are striving to be the person you want to be, enjoying life with all your heart and doing God's will completely, then you need to love yourself. But above all else, others come first. Learn to serve the people you love.

Poetry Response: Ode to Neptune

I chose Ode to Neptune for the same reason that I chose every poem I write these about, it was short. Coincidentally, I also chose to write about a poem from Phillis Wheatley for the same reason I choose every one of these poets, her name makes me giggle. To start off my analysis, I would like to begin by saying that I have no idea what she was saying with this poem. I am assuming it had something to do with Neptune and what I’m guessing is some kind of weird obsession she has for it like Judd Nelson with flaring his nostrils, or Mathew McConaughey with having his shirt off, or James Earl Jones with playing voiceover roles, or even _______________________ with _____________________ (I’m leaving you blanks to put in someone who fits this description in your opinion (which makes this what I am assuming is the first ever interactive poetry response/blog post!)). Anyways, that is about all that I got out of this poem.

For the rest of this poetry response/blog post I have decided to say one word or phrase and then type the first word or phrase that comes to mind that has some kind of connection to it, and somehow end up going from Phillis Wheatley to…. well, wherever I feel like stopping. Let us begin. Phillis Wheatley, wheat, bread, muffin, banana-nut, banana, fruit, pineapple, perfectly harmonized flavors, perfectly harmonized voices, Boys II Men, Boyz N Da Hood, Robin Hood, Kevin Costner, cost, money, the root of all evil, UT fans, UT football players, prison, Alcatraz, The Rock, Sean Connery, James Bond, Roger Moore, Mr. Moore, trigonometry, big words, Pekwachnamaykoskwaskwaypinwanik Lake (yes, that’s an actual lake), Canada, French people, hairy, Chewbacca, Han Solo, Harrison Ford, Ford Explorer, Dora the Explorer, “Swiper, no swiping”, stealing, pick- pocketing, me, awesome, Legos, small yellow people, “dwarf” with liver disease, and I think I will end it there. So, to recap, I went from Phillis Wheatley, to Boys II Men, to “dwarves” with liver disease. Now, in the immortal words of one of those Looney-Toon characters, “That’s all folks!”