Amazing news: 1. getting my braces off (!!!) 2. Michael Kors trench HAS arrived.
After a loong day of school and assignments, a surprise was delivered onto my doorstep (actually, next to the garage). It's my new winter coat I've been waiting for for the super, duper longest time!! Like opening gifts on Christmas morning (but without snow).
Double-breasted. V. nice.
Completely adorable little buttons bordering the collar. This coat = perfect rainy day outerwear.
Finished with Science Fair (note the nerdy get-up/inspiration)!!! And showing off my teeth. Is it normal to love your teeth? I think not. But then again, I'm not completely normal.
On a more serious note:
Looking back on these past few weeks, I've realized that I worried about the littlest things. Isn't it the same to buy a coat at a store and to ship it home, with the exception of a slight waiting time? Is it fair for my parents to pack on immense responsibilities while I remain carefree? I reflect on my behavior and realized just how inappropriate and unappreciative I have been. A major newsflash that created such thought was the tragedy in Haiti:
I date back to the first time I learned about this country. It was in Year 1 French-when we had to memorize french-speaking countries and their capitals (Maroc-Rabat, Luxembourg- Luxembourg, etc.); I remembered my surprise upon discovering this tiny chunk of a country in Central America with "the coolest capital name eva", Port-au-prince. But back then I looked at this minuscule spot of land as just another exam question- an speck that unified itself with other Francophones in an ambiguous clot needed to ace a 10 point quiz. Just as indifferent regarding its circumstances, people, and culture as the tiny chunk of a country, Rwanda, which served the setting of a massive genocide with over 800,000 citizens dead, back in the early 1990s.
Mind you, Haiti was not home to a civil war, but a destructive source punctured the lives of its every single person on January 12th, 2010. A detrimental earthquake shook the island nation, leaving thousands dead, and many more struggling to stay alive under mountains of debris. What did these people done to receive such unspeakable torture? I ponder through the various photographs in the Washington Post, some too gruesome to even conjure in my mind, and I realize, this people, this citizens of the world could be you or me. They scrape up what they can to provide households for their loved ones, go to work in the morning time and return home to converse with their families over supper. Imagine them to be you AND me. Imagine the number of men and woman who walked in the Shadow of the Valley of Death. Imagine the end of the world.
I'd like to offer my gratitude to the men and women who joined together and donated over $1 million in one day for Haiti. It is assuring to know that even though so much destruction could occur in 24 hours, even more hope can shine through the cracks of said destruction. Please pray for the welfare of Haiti, pray for humanity and our abilities to overcome the biggest obstacles, and pray for assistance for those in need before their time burns out. The clouds may have cleared, but the battle for survival has just begun.---
I will be going with my school's STAND (an anti-genocide coalition) chapter to the Holocaust Museum on Saturday!! Kind of excited.
