Failure- what doesn't kill you only makes you stonger

It was fifth grade. It was a spelling test. I failed miserably.
As our teacher posted our grades on the wall, everyone who had a class in the room just had to tell me my grade. It happened to be a 42 in case anyone was wondering. It was almost entirely on words like beautiful or plentiful and I had a double L at the end of everyword. Got all the hard bonus words right, but didn't pass the test. This had been, up until I confronted the letters A and P, my worst and only test failure. I am proud to announce that since the advent of second quarter I have failed three tests, in three seperate classes. Now of course that had just a tad of flase bravado, but I honestly am glad to have failed. It is sort of freeing. No more pressure to preform well, no more record or reputaion to up hold. Just learning anfd knowedge pure and simple. Well, never simple, not physics. Not to mention I acctually started hardcore studying for the first time in my life(slight exageration). I only wish this pivitol point in my education had come before junior year...

(btw hell is not spelled h-e-double hockey sticks, but a-p-double physics)

From thread to blog

In my enchantingly enlightening and engaging english class, my teacher (who has already taught me the abnormal and addicting joy of alliteration) established a forum for my class. This disscusion is about "Young Goodman Brown", by Nathaniel Hawthorne, and "Where are You Going? Where Have You Been?" by Joyce Carol Oates. The latter is a short story of a girl who gets herself into the troubles a pretty girl with out much sense can quite easily find. (yes, we happen to be learning about red ridding hood as well). The lack of resolution and action from the silly girl incensed many of my staunchly feminist friends. This caused them to et into a frenzy and lose sight of what else can be seen in Oate's story.
I have a feeling no one in my class will actualy read what I wrote and I feel as if I acctually started thinking for the first time yet this year, so I have posted it here.

"I do not feel like this is a matter of equality rights, or even gender dynamics. It very interesting that that Cap gave us two parallel stories one about a young man and the other about a young woman. I fondly remember an old idol of mine that kept the cutest bookshop you could ever hope to frequent. I once asked her if she had any American girl books, she replied "I do not carry books like that, for only girls, but I do have a similar collection." She then proceeded to show me the dear American books that would accompany my life for the next few years. Through her words and that series (and thinking about it right now too, not gonna lie) I learned that literature is best when not used to entertain like cheap television appealing to males or females. The best and most memorable works one will read are such because they are based on the deeper themes of life applicable to both genders. Either subtly or overtly using these themes the author makes an argument, enforces an ideal or establishes a point of view, that is foreign to the reader, thus making it novel(ironic, eh?) and memorable."

I've joined the bloging ones

Tomorrow is my birthday. 17 years old. That means there have been 365 days I have been unwanted. I feel as if there's some unspoken standard (probably created by me) that a single mormon girl of 17 is a failure.
Other than that silly sentiment, I am announcing the formation of my blog. Taa Daa!
It was actually by accident, but once i stared looking around I became very interested. As school has me grinding at the mill I have nothing to speak of at the moment or a brain to synthesize it, unless people would be interessted in hearing about early american literature or government. (Absolutly no physics! unless its a movement to stop the killing of monkeys)