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    October 31

    New List:

    TOP 10 REASONS WHY GLYNIS CASSLEY IS NOT LAME
     
    10. Comic books. Need I say more?
     
    9. Crocheting/quilting. She's pretty much amazing.
     
    8. Quizzing. Not everyone can quote entire sections of the Bible
     
    7. PIT. It wouldn't have been the same without her. In fact, it wasn't.
     
    6. Very few people can make me pull a hard 180 on a bike just to deliver a hug. Glynis is one of them. Maaah!!!!!
     
    5. Ethics Discussions. How many people just randomly start discussions about life-or-death survival? Would you kill a loved one to save them from a long and protracted death? Yeah, that's what I thought. *
     
    4. She's my sister. I don't have lame siblings.
     
    3.  She is beautiful. It's a mathematical law. Beauty cannot equal lame. B L
     
    2. She's a child of God, and children of the King are perfect.
     
    1. Last time I checked, she didn't have trouble walking.
     
     
    * This falls under the category of Intelligent Discussions - see Oct. 29 11:33PM entry. Titled "Re: Life"

    Facing the Unknown

    This was my final essay written for English 30-2. It's short, just over 400 words. I've added a copy of Frost's The Road Not Taken for reference purposes.

     

     

     

     

    What is your opinion of the idea that all people reach a point in their lives where they must face the unknown?  In your writing, you must discuss a character from literature or film that you have studied in English Language Arts 30-2.  You may choose to discuss more than one character.  You may reflect upon your own knowledge and/or experience.

                I think that facing the unknown is inevitable; the important part is how we react to it. We can choose to run back to our comfort zones and not come out, or we can boldly forge ahead, eagerly running to see what comes next. Our perspective is everything. Sometimes the unknown future holds good, and sometimes it holds bad. We won’t ever know unless we step into the unknown and find out for ourselves.

                In The Road Not Taken, the traveler is faced with the choice of going down two separate paths; he does not know what lies down either one, but chooses the second path because it ‘… wanted wear’. While the traveler regretted not being able to travel both roads, he knew he had to make a decision. As a friend of mine once quoted, ‘Life is simple. You make choices and you don’t look back.’ The traveler gives us a kind of paraphrase at the end of the poem – ‘I shall be telling this with a sigh / Somewhere ages and ages hence: / Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.’ The traveler made his decision, faced the unknown, and, when he did look back upon it, he didn’t regret his decision.

                While I think that we should make our choices and not look back, there is a time to look back and reflect and learn from past experiences, good and bad. If we can glean some good out of the bad, and learn from our mistakes, we can avoid making those same mistakes in the future. There is no use fretting about past actions; we cannot go back and redo them.

                Change is inevitable; the simple actions and interactions we make during the course of every day change and shape our personalities, for better or for worse. Some people go through life with relatively little change whatsoever, never straying outside their comfort zones, never straying from routine. For others, change is a big part of every day, sometimes a conscious decision to change, sometimes as the results of consequences to situations that they have no control over. Facing the unknown requires change. Just building up the courage to face the unknown is a change, and then stepping out into the unknown will result in even more change. Regardless of what happens in life, everyone must face the unknown. It is up to them to decide if they want to run from it or embrace it.

     

     

     

     

    The Road Not Taken

    Robert Frost

     

    Two roads diverged in a  yellow wood,

    And sorry I could not travel both

    And be one traveller, long I stood

    And looked down one as far as I culd

    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

     

    Then took the other, as just as fair,

    And having perhaps the better claim,

    Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

    Though as for that the passing there

    Had worn them really about the same,

     

    And both that morning equally lay

    In leaves no step had trodden black.

    oh, I kept the first for another day!

    yet knowing how way leads on to way,

    I doubted if I should ever come back.

     

    I shall be telling this with a sigh

    Somewhere ages and ages hence:

    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - 

    I took the one less travelled by,

    And that has made all the difference.  

    October 30

    Re: Life

    So English is done. Finally. Now I just have the diploma in about a week. Cut that a little too fine....
     
    There is snow. It is October. This is normal. I am tired. That is normal too. I'm back to photoediting. I've started doing scenery and extreme fine detailing. I still want a faster, more powerful computer. And a better photo-editing suite.
     
    ...I'm still taking requests. In case anyone considers themselves too IT-inept to tinker with photos, or just too lazy.
     
    Fencing tourny in Edmonton Nov. 17-19. Wish me luck. I'm going to need it.
     
    Life is hectic. And I still need a job.
     
    In response to Andrea's top ten most missed list: (also in no particular order, except 1 and 2. those are 1 and 2, although interchangeable with each other)
     
    1. Intelligent discussions
     
    2. Christof Khan
     
    3. My old cello
     
    4. My innocence
     
    5. Saunas, axe, and James
     
    6. Hugs
     
    7. Sleep
     
    8. Tyler. Knowing that what was can never again be. Please stop.
     
    9. Glynis. Maaaah!!!!
     
    10. Crow. The atmosphere.
    October 25

    Hot off the press...

    God did not create humans to be alone. Quite often however, we believe that we are totally alone; nobody knows how we feel, nobody else understands what we’re going through. It is a great comfort to know that somebody can relate to our experiences and struggles.

                However, I think that being alone isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Everyone needs a little solitude now and again. The trouble starts when a person is lonely. There is a fine balance between fellowship and solitude. A mix of both is needed, and it varies from person to person. Extroverts tend to thrive on contact with other people, with small periods of time alone. Sometimes extroversion can stem from a fear of being alone, but I think that most often it stems from their upbringing and childhood experiences. Introverts prefer time on their own, with relatively little interaction with others. I think that introversion can possibly stem from shyness, but again, it depends on the person, and how they were raised, and what they experienced growing up.

                I fall into the latter category. I have no problem interacting and working with other people, I just prefer to be and work alone. I like having people that can relate to my life experiences, and to whom I can relate with theirs. I’ve homeschooled my entire life; I’m totally comfortable working independently, but I don’t think that it’s solely because I was raised as a homeschooler. I’ve always had a shy but independent nature, and didn’t have a whole lot of friends growing up. Just because I’ve been relatively alone for most of my childhood doesn’t mean that I don’t know how to act around and interact with other people.

                I think that ultimately, it’s up to the individual to choose how they react to being alone. Granted, not everyone is the same, but we can all choose how we react. It took me a very long time to come to terms with being alone. It’s partially my nature, and partially the events of my life. I’m ok with it now, and consider it one of my strengths. I’ve also come to realize that I am in fact not alone, and that there are people that I can turn to who can relate to what struggles I may find myself dealing with.

    October 24

    Contact....

    Why is it that humans always see the bad in everything? There's no such thing as a naturally positive outlook. That takes effort.
     
    Take me for instance....my weekend sucked. Almost nothing went as planned, and I didn't get to spend as much time with the PITs as I wanted to. I spent two hours driving around a neighbourhood on the other side of Edmonton because I had the wrong street address. On the other side of the coin, at least I did get to see Amy, Lance, and Anna. At least I got to watch the entire hockey game with Jordan. At least I got to go to West Ed. So I do have a substantial amount to be thankful for, but human nature says 'why look for the good? Hunt for the bad, and dwell on it.'
     
    Such is life.
     
    8.......Eight.
    October 16

    W0o0o-Wo0o0o....

    Slowly but surely, like a ponderous old locomotive leaving the station, the schoolwork machine of Nik is picking up speed, accomplishing assignments as time grows scarce, pounding away at the seemingly insurmountable pile of work that lies in his path.
     
    Looks like the engineer finally remembered to lay off the brake lever.
    October 11

    Monologue of an argument

    My body and I are at odds again.
     
    "What do you think I am? Superman? You expect me to drag you up a wall FOUR TIMES?!?!?!?! And then you expect me not to complain about it?!?!"
     
    "Well, yeah...I mean, you're about as fit as you're going to get right now, and it's no like you don't get any exercise. Fencing, hockey, pushups, and now climbing! Look at how much muscle you've added!"
     
    "And you think extra muscle mass makes this any easier? Hah! Try again, brainiac."
     
    "More muscle mass means more strength. Now, I know you're just a simple body, no mental function at all, but try to understand that you're still a scrawny little di'kut. Be glad for any extra weight you get, especially if it's muscle. I mean, there's some relativity of physics law involved, but how can you expect me to know? I'm just Nik's brain. I don't do that stuff."
     
    "Ahaha you're a funny one. Ever think about comedy as a career?"
     
    "It's still you that gets the punishment...standing for hours at a time, being on the recieving end of whatever rotten vegetable comes our way..."
     
    "OK, OK, FINE! I give! Drag me up a wall for all I care! Just don't be surprised if some crucial part of me all of a sudden up and dies. Let's see how well you function without a heart, Mr. Smartguy."
     
     
    ...And that's pretty much the summary of me right now.
    October 07

    WHOOOOOP........PEEEEEW

    Good game tonight.
     
    I'm not talking about the Oilers game.
     
    I hat tricked, first game. One rather feeble goal, a garbage goal, Smyth style, and a sweet post-crossbar snipe from the hashmarks. 'Twas a good game indeed. I think I'll stick to left wing, and play like Ryan Smyth, except for the fact that I can shoot. *Do you know the muffin man, the muffin man, the muffin man...* (If you don't get it, ask)
     
    Apocalyptica's new CD rocks. Go Oilers.
     
    I got to see Chris today. He got concussed. I didn't do it. I've also come to the conclusion I couldn't ever do kickboxing, or any other martial art, really. I'd get concussions too easy. That, and I don't pull punches. I'll stick to fencing. It's safer to play with swords.
    October 04

    Adrenaline is my drug of choice

    Stayed up till 4AM this morning. Woke up at 8. I'm not tired. I do believe I'm also fairly coherent. My vocabulary has quite possibly been shortened due to lack of thinking capacity however. There seems to be a satisfactory amount of large words in these last two sentences however. It makes for interesting days.
     
    Took my belay test yesterday. I'm now a licenced belayer at the climbing wall. Saw Nathan and Leslie Shenton there. Ran into Tim Pierce as well. He suggested a killer bouldering route for me. It's pretty brutal. Reverse thumb grips, matching, and fingers only. I'll get it eventually.
     
    Got the best of both worlds. Risk and Fencing. Play risk, but instead of rolling dice, have a bout! Unfortunately, everyone must be avid risk nerds and fencers. And it takes longer. It's still fun though.
     
    I finished a multimedia assignment. I'd post it, but it's a Powerpoint thing. Pretty clever, if I do say so myself. Kudos to Andrea for a good background picture, and kudos to Amy for a good pose in the background of the background picture. You're both mentioned in the credits.
     
    In other news:
     
    Evanescence's new CD rocks.
     
    NHL season starts. Oilers vs. Flames Thursday night @ 8. Go Oilers.
     
    My hockey season starts on Saturday night @ 7:15. Go me. I'll wind up getting in shape, one way or another.
    October 02

    And that has made all the difference

    I have reached another fork in the road. My English book arrived today, and the second last poem in the book is Frost's The Road Not Taken. I think it describes my situation fairly well. Which is the road less travelled? That's the one that I want to take, but I'm just not sure which of the two choices that it is. Actually, I think I know. I just don't like the cost involved.
     
    Hot or cold.
     
    All or nothing.