I have my last final exam tomorrow, Physics. I am officially done with Art 1 and US History. I'm going to miss that class the most. My friend and I would doodle all over each others notes, and write little arguments and creep on the cute guys that sit diagonally behind us. I mostly drew cats on hers, like this;
But hey, it helped. For the rest of my life I will always remember that a cation is positive. And now you probably will too.
Speaking of the cute boys in my physics class [Gah, no more boy stories after this one for awhile], I totally had a moment with one of them when testing our last major project. We just talked about it for a bit after I did mine. Nothing serious happened. I just want to remember it. Which is why I write down all of the pointless boy stories, I just want to be able to look back on this blog and remember most of what happened throughout my life. Especially the boy stories. I should just make a separate blog and title it "My Pathetic Attempt At a Love Life".
But anyway back to the point, I'm just way too awkward to ask him out, or at least be friends with him.
Finally, a brief little story;
"Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately. 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
The questions raised:
*In a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
*Do we stop to appreciate it?
*Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…
How many other things are we missing?
I just a got a text from one of my friends. She has a boyfriend. The guy I like likes her. But no, that's not good enough for her. She had a dream of her making out with the guy I like a few nights ago. She's going to break off things with her boyfriend for a bit to go out with the guy I like. She even told me not to out with him since he's a year younger than us and I probably only like him because I'm lonely. Her boyfriend lives four hours away, and she said herself the only reason she'd go out with the guy I like is because he's here. But that's alright, I'll just sit here, alone, with no one liking me. It's fine.
(As I was typing that out, I had my iPod on shuffle. And the song that came up was "Alejandro". It's destiny, haha.)
You know what? I'm really pissed off now. Tomorrow in Physics, I promise something will happen.