Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Also, Broward College offers a class for students who plan to major in Pre-Med. Which ever school you attend, will pay for the classes you take so you get your education for free! This is a good way to stay in high school and enjoy all the privileges of grad bash, prom, and all the other activities for seniors while taking a college course for free instead of the regular college fees. This program is not only for seniors, but also offered to juniors and any other underclassmen that qualify. Why wouldn't you want to take this opportunity?
Monday, August 29, 2011
I know reviewing important vocab is hard to do, especially since most of us are always on the go. And now that I take both Latin II and Italian I, I need to take the extra time to make sure I don't confuse the two languages.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
I'm a big snacker. I love my snacks, especially when I study. For me, there's nothing better then a big bag of doritos to go along with the five chapters of APUSH I have to read.
2 Packets - Truvia (or the sugar substitute of your choosing)
1/2 Teaspoon - Cinnamon
1/2 Teaspoon - Nutmeg
1/2 Teaspoon - Sea Salt
Olive Oil Spray
Saturday, August 27, 2011
One word to describe my past summer experience...UNFORGETTABLE. This recent summer was truly remarkable, not so much as life changing but more eye opening and mind boggling. I volunteered over the summer in Peru in an organization called 'Un Techo Para Mi Pais' (A Roof for my County). In a setting which was quite disturbing but nevertheless beautiful filled with amicable people.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
I had a wonder family day at Miami Beach with the whole family. From 12 to 6 we relaxed at the beach and laid in the beautiful sun. The water was absolutely perfect with minimal waves and refreshing water. We each brought sweet fruits, mini sandwiches, and snacks that could last for days! The day couldn’t have been any better. It was a great way to end the week with family.
In all the downtime students had over the summer, we all indulged in some new habits and practices that will most likely dwindle during the school year. Like exercise. Like yoga.
So yoga is the new, hip thing EVERYONE is doing. Myself, included.
The ancient Hindu art of yoga. The union of the mind, body and soul. An arrangement of physical movements, asanas, and mental concentration and relaxation.
Yeah, most people probably don't get any of that from their Saturday morning yoga sesh.
It is an intrinsic part of the Hindu way of life, a daily reverence to the Divine within. Yoga is not a practice done once a week, or just whenever you're in a 'hippie-mood'.
The asana, those freaky pretzel-like poses, is merely a single limb of the eight associated with yoga. These limbs encompass all of the physical and mental attributes of the practice, and severing one from the rest leaves the yogi disabled. Every movement of every asana must be synchronized with the breath and the mind, enveloping the body and mind in a complete, spiritual experience.
Much of the Western world is focused on this single limb, thus depriving the largest portion of the world’s yoga practitioners of the full benefits. Undoubtedly, there are benefits to be reaped from yoga that are purely physical, but the practice is diminished when the asanas are taken out of context. It's pointless to stretch and pose and breathe when your mind is a million miles away, thinking about an upcoming movie, an embarrassing memory, an overdue term paper, whatever. Focus is key!
Does anyone even know where yoga came from?
Yoga has earned immense popularity in lands far from its hearth. The recent movement demanding the return of yoga to its creator centers on the Hindu reclaiming of the art. Although the Western world acknowledges yoga’s ancient Hindu roots, it has also been accepted by leaders in the yoga 'industry' that associating the word Hindu with yoga gives the practice too much unwelcome baggage. And this is easy to understand. The depiction of Hinduism in the minds of Westerners is uncharacteristically colorful, near-savage and eccentric. Yoga has a completely divergent portrayal. It is viewed as a peaceful act, associated with the vibrations of "Om" and the gentle sound of the ocean. But in reality, Hinduism is identified with more than savage gods and cows. Our traditions may be colorful, but they are painted with peaceful mantras and the belief that God is the Supreme, manifested across the Universe in infinite ways.
Yoga is a means of spiritual attainment for all who seek it; those who are aware of the underlying purpose of the practice can achieve the same as the saffron-clothed sages residing in the Himalayas. It's a deep practice that relieves stress, creates harmony, purges the mind of all negativity and revitalizes the body.
So if you're going to yoga, go all the way. Because you're cheating yourself! And because one day, when you mention in conversation that you 'do' yoga, just to give yourself a cool persona, you might be talking to someone who actually knows a thing or two about the art. And then you're caught.
Monday, August 15, 2011
The Telluride Association Summer Program (or, In Which I Struggle to Describe My Summer Experiences)
Most TASPers find their TASP experience difficult to define. According to the Telluride Association’s website, a Telluride Association Summer Program is “a six-week educational experience for high school juniors that offers challenges and rewards rarely encountered in secondary school or even college.” And while I suppose this is true, TASPers rarely settle for these words as a singular definition. TASP is something more: a summer dedicated entirely to ideas, language, and thrillingly brilliant peers who share a love of thought.
For admission, prospective TASPers (cutesily called TASPlicants) complete what the website calls a “rigorous application process” – five essays, including a literary analysis and a discussion of a particularly interesting intellectual problem, as well as a book list. Once one has panicked, scrambled, triple-checked, word-counted, and finally submitted the files, TASPlication readers spend a few months selecting around 100 applicants as TASP finalists. The finalists are then contacted for interviews by Telluride Associates – often TASP alumni – in their hometown. For those of us lucky enough to be ultimately admitted to the program, the interview serves as a tiny preview of the intellectual microcosm that’s about to become our own for a summer.
My TASP, held at the University of Michigan, centered around a daily seminar: Freedom, Dialogue, and Polarization. My fifteen seminar-mates and I read everything from the ancient Greeks to Shakespeare to Roe v. Wade. We wrote essay after essay into the morning light (not figurative. I once stayed up until 6:30 working on a paper). Never have I been forced to delve so deeply into and think so critically about what comprise the some of the most complex texts I’ve ever come across. Discussions were serious and often intense, but always open-minded and laced with goofy TASP humor (think impromptu Team Cordelia vs. Team Lear debates in our discussion of King Lear). Seminar stands alone as my most important academic of yet. Those three hours every morning changed the way I think about my studies, my writing, even my own thought processes.
TASPers are uniformly intelligent and driven, but what stands out in the lovely people with whom I spent my summer is their genuine passion and warmth. I’ve never come across such a group so excited to debate the philosophical implications of the ambiguity of the word “sandwich”, nor have I been so amazed by a group of peers’ open displays of authentic generosity and kindness. From spontaneous rain dances and poetry readings to smoothie-making parties and basement workout sessions, much of TASP is about fun with a group of people who quite often seem eerily like one’s kindred spirits.
TASP was not perfect. Yes, most of us ended up getting 4 hours of sleep each night (at best!), and yes, living with 31 seventeen year olds in a sorority house can become intense. Yet for many 2011 TASPers, the experience already feels like a formative one. When I walked back into my house after forty-two sweltering Michigan days, I felt a little different—perhaps not yet prepared to write a Pulitzer Prize winning volume or even fully understand how to play the game Diplomacy, but changed, filled now with memories of an irreplaceable community of 32 that prized incisive thinking, compassion, and a genuine joy for living thoughtfully.
(Image -- Cleaning Committee TASPers take a philosophical approach to their duties)