Basically, I'm a complete nerd in every sense of the word (as are most everyone that's already posted on here!); I absolutely love books and I hope to write one someday (I'm considering writing a book as my mentoring project). Currently, my favorites are all of the Harry Potter books, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, and The Fault in Our Stars by John Green. My favorite TV show is "Sherlock," but I also love "Doctor Who," "Modern Family," and "The Office." I've recently been getting into a series of video blogs made by Hank and John Green (the same John Green who wrote The Fault in Our Stars!), who call themselves the vlogbrothers. John and Hank are witty and extremely intelligent, and they make me proud to be a nerd. In the words of John, "nerds like us are allowed unironically enthusiastic about stuff...when people call people nerds, mostly what they're saying is 'you like stuff.' Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, 'you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness'."
My academic goals for the school year are to get straight A's and 4's or 5's on my AP tests; additionally, if I don't reach these goals, I want to be able to be comfortable enough in myself that I don't beat myself up about it. Last year I got my first 2 B's--and I still haven't forgiven myself. I want to be able to set high standards but I also need to know that I'm not perfect and that there are some things that I can't change.
My summer was absolutely fantastic. I went to church camp, to Galveston, Texas to visit family, to Chicago for a mission trip, and to Chicago again for a Harry Potter convention to indulge my nerdiness. The most meaningful moment was when I was on the mission trip with my church and another church; we had all bought late-night smoothies and were headed back to the L to ride back to the church where we were staying. As we left, a homeless man hobbled around the corner on crutches and asked almost halfheartedly for change. I initially tried to avoid eye contact and keep walking, but I couldn't. I turned to him and said, "you know, I think I have some change," and dug through my bag. I pulled out several dollars and put them in his cup and looked at him. His clothes were in tatters, one of his feet was bound up, and not all of his teeth were there; I heard in my head that he was a person, that he wasn't just a number in the millions on the street. I asked him his name, and he said it was Danny. I told him my name and told him honestly that it was a pleasure to meet him. Other people from my group gave him money too, and he was on the verge of tears. Danny thanked us multiple times and, as he walked away, he said to himself, "I'm going to eat tonight!"
You know, he may not have spent it on food. Maybe he spent it on something less honorable, and maybe it makes me seem naive that I trust him to take the higher road. I'll never know what he did with the money, but I choose to believe that I made a difference in his life.
I'm realizing how long this post is, and I guess I should wrap it up soon. (I hope you aren't thoroughly bored of reading about me!) For a long time I always picked flight as my superpower, but now I think I would prefer the ability to heal people from any disease.
I guess my favorite website would be the vlogbrothers' channel: http://www.youtube.com/vlogbrothers or maybe http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyQi79aYfxU which has FAQ about them and the 20 essential vlogbrothers videos.
This is me in the green room of Lexington Children's Theatre from a show last spring. Two things I forgot to mention previously: I love love love theatre and I don't believe in serious pictures.
Additionally, this is my dog, Micah.