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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

You disgust me. only joking.

I hate it when people use the word
"itch" as a verb.

Also, the crux of my plump cerebral
cortex slurps the fluid which secretes from the
crevice of your wenus.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Hello World,

Today I stand before you in profuse apology. "Why?", you ask? Well, someone has to do it.

They always taught us in school to clean up messes. Even if they weren't ours, we ought to clean them up. We have the civic... uhh I mean classroom duty to do so, because, regardless of who or what caused the mess, its making life hell for ALL of us. My very simple (some may say naive) question is: If kindergarteners get it, why doesn't the rest of the world?

I'm sure you have already guessed I'm talking about the BP oil spill, and President Obama's heroic and OH SO PRODUCTIVE press conference. In it, he dynamically stated "No matter what happens, BP WILL pay".

I cannot thoroughly, calmly or coherently (the afformentioned are mutually exclusive) describe my distaste for this statement because as I have stated in my all-too-clever metaphor, these are grown people who call themselves world leaders. They bear the weight of the entire world on their shoulders, and yet, they would rather play the blame game than take care of the crisis at hand.


Another analogy, if you will: BP is the murderer, we are the mourning mother, the earth (sea life, environment,etc) is our dead child, and the government is the judge. Mr. Judge tells us: Ma'am, your child was brutally attacked and murdered. BUT IT'S OKAY! Mr. Murderer is getting a life sentence!


I hope you see something terribly wrong with this picture. The murderer being contained... but that doesn't brign the child back. Likewise, we could make BP pay, but that doesn't solve any of our environmental issues.

I think we have lost sight of what is really vital to survival. I mean, yes, the economy must be revived. And yes, we need to find a cure for cancer. And SURE, America HAS to be the the first to invent a computer the size of your big toe. But what does any of this matter if we don't have a world on which to enjoy the fruits of our labors? Its sad enough that people these days (be them political leaders, or just the average citizen) need additional incentive to protect our earth, but the fact that poeple continue to veg out when give the chance to step up just makes me want to lose faith in humanity.

Frustrations let out. Oxygen let in. Carbon dioxide let out. LADY GAGA choreography let in.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Learning. Novel idea, no?

Have you ever felt that feeling where you read an entire chapter of a book, only to realize you don’t know what is going on? Welcome to my life.

Arcadia has received countless accolades for its academic achievement. We can safely say that any Arcadia High student is well equipped with the work ethic and drive needed to succeed in college and beyond, as proven by our top-ranking exit exam, state testing and AP Exam scores. As far as the record books are concerned, our school is an educational utopia. However, our student body has become so obsessed with these very scores, that the true meaning of learning has lost all its value. Students today are so consumed in competition, that they seldom retain the life skills that our schools were established to offer. And, consequently, our generation is gradually straying from the invaluable education our founding fathers intended for us, propelling us into a truly stagnant and homogeneous future.

Schools initially were created to mold young adults into functional and contributing members of society. But our school has taken this to an extreme, as we have created a cookie cutter in the shape of the letters “AP” and stamped each and every student with it, turning into a factory of robots, rather than a warm environment to foster the growing minds of tomorrow. Society is somewhat to blame in this little predicament because it has skewed the definition of education, so that what is required to get into college will not necessarily prepare you in any way for life. For example, students no longer analyze subject matter. Instead, they merely memorize it, regurgitating information onto an exam, only to forget it the next day when the new lesson begins. Teachers, administrators and students alike have fallen into a pattern of short term goals that do not benefit the learning process in any way, thereby completely disregarding the bigger picture.

In order to repair the damage that has been done to the lazy mindsets of both students and teachers, I suggest we take the Mr. Keeting approach. I do not mean to advocate the entire student population mounting their desks, while passionately declaring, “O Captain, My Captain!” but, rather, defining the importance of learning for themselves, individually. Indeed, students are known less and less by their unique qualities and interests, and more by their SAT scores. While they pressure themselves to clinch those all-important A’s, they neglect that the lessons they acquire from the material reflect far more on their character than the letter grade sent home on a sheet of expertly watermarked paper.

I, personally, still dream of living like the Jetsons-- with flying cars and robot maids and talking dogs-- the whole nine yards. And, unlike many, I still have faith that our generation can crawl out of our AP Chemistry books and scrape up quite a nice little future for ourselves. Join me, wont you?

Sunday, June 6, 2010

If my life were an electrocardiodiagram, I would be dead right now

What I mean is, my life is comprised of repeating cycles of a giant mountain followed by a practically never ending valley.

What is the use of potential, if that's as far as you get? This has been the operative question running in circles in my brain, repeatedly for the last 3 months. I feel I have plateaued: I have achieved all that I can achieve, but I still have a lot of potential. POTENTIAL. This applies to almost everything in my life, not excluding this blog.

MAY THE PROFUSE APOLOGIES AND EXCUSES COME FLOWING IN. commence.

It seems that the once-endless-pit-of-creativity-and-genius that is I (my modesty resembles that of an Amish village, no?), has hit a pipe, which may take about a week to dig around.

What was the first sign of damage you ask? Well, first the pipe BURST. Yes, it seems that I'm taking a note from BP-- I find myself constantly wanting to abbreviate my words and insert grotesquely imaginative emoticons into my posts. So, we here at UB (Utthara's Brain) decided it was time to take a breather while we find the source of the issue (because, unlike BP, we don't just try to put a lid on our problems-- literally).


I don't call meself the sole protector of the English language for nothing-- look at me being humble. And, as we all know, EVIL (in the form of ... uh... chatspeak?) doesn't rest! So, neither will I? This is going to be fun.