The Pen and the Musical Note

In the advent of exams, I was prompted to visit CrashCourse; which is this YouTube channel that I swear by. A couple of binges later, I surfaced at a corner of the YouTube black hole where a Ted Talk by John Green on the nature of learning caught my eye.  (You can watch it here if you want)  He talks about learning and why it appeals to him, among other things. One of the things he emphasizes upon is the importance of being in a community of learners. To clarify, he says that being in a place or community that values learning, or values curiosity, is paramount. Why so? I like to think that the average human mindset is somewhat akin to a moth. We go where the light is on, where the collective of society and majority shine a flashlight. Where everyone looks. This is where the community of learners comes into play. You see this collective, that's working as a hive mind to shine a flashlight upon knowledge - it doesn't matter what sort - and you fly straight to it. It's ha...

memories are liquid. they tend to slip us by, they are tinged with what we feel at recall, and they take the shape we want them to. you don't realize the depth of a memory at first glance. but then you mull over it a bit, and the kaleidoscope surfaces. you turn it this way and that, just reveling in all the things it can show you from a single situation. you examine it, and time becomes your magnifying glass. every memory has more meaning as the time passes, like a bottle of old wine that can get you drunk on past, better, simpler times. they can be a storm riddled sea or a tranquil lake. either way, you sink beneath the surface and lose sight of what's real. you see turmoil or you see calm. you see the the recollection as crystal clear or as spider-webbed with the ripples of your disturbed conscience. your state of mind is your lens. a memory is a page in a journal. its reopened and opened until its old and worn and falling apart. it may have its own ink splotches a...

This is bit of an unusual topic, but all of my posts are gonna be now! I first got the idea for this from a video made by Troye Sivan, Dear Future Me . So here it is, An Open Letter to Future Me. Hullo. This should be quite easy, since I'm writing to the person I know best, yours truly. I have a few questions for you, me. Have you joined any new fandoms? Hopefully, yes. Read the Hunger Games yet? Hopefully, no. Still in love with music? Maybe. Made new friends? I certainly hope so, right now you're short on them. What about painting? Got anywhere with that? I doubt it.  Also, one more piece of advice. Don't care about what people say, don't grow up so fast. Take your time with it. Act mad, crazy, even, when life calls for it. Don't become like those cliché teenagers or popular girls you hate. No matter what people say, don't turn yourself into a stereotype. I don't say this to just me, but every single person reading this. Be yourself. Next, I really hop...

Hullo!!! I'm soooooo Sorry I haven't written for a while, but how could I help it? I had no good ideas and none of my essays really seemed good enough. After all, its quality to quantity. But, here I am with a new story. So, enjoy!! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Words Come To Life As I entered the ramshackled house, I saw something really strange. The roaring fireplace was crackling in the fireplace, although the place had probably not been tended to in forever. I noticed a patch of silvery light on the couch. As I watched, it shimmered and took on a human shape. I ran out of the shack and into the dark shadows. I think that I did a pretty good job on that. This was an extract from my new book, and I just got back from the reading for it. By the way, my name is Annabelle Jenkins and I write horror stories. I stepped into my comfortable and frankly quite large apartment, but I ...