Rainbow of Thought

If a tree falls and no one hears it fall, does it make a sound? We’ve all heard that question, but I’ve never really bothered with it cuz yall the tree fell. I don’t care if it made a sound or not, but it fell. Maybe no one heard it fall, but it must’ve given warning signs? Maybe there were bugs that were making it sick. Maybe it drowned. Maybe it needed water. Maybe it needed light, or maybe the light burned it up. But before it fell, it had a problem. And that problem made it weak. Its leaves lost color. Its bark was less barky. Then it starts to lean, sometimes slowly others quickly but it leans. And then it bends. And then it starts to snap. You hear it, the pop. THEN it falls. I don’t really care if it made a sound when it fell, it made enough sounds before that no one noticed. Same goes for people. If something happens to someone, everyone debates and blames the trivial. Did they make a sound when they fell? Does that even matter?? Maybe they left small clues before they fe...

So I was looking through my old posts and realized I haven't talked about this semester at all. Which is really unfair because it's been fun.  My first class is Drama (no, not the bad kind, the actual class). I really love the teacher and the kids in there. It can get a little stressful, but it really is so much fun, I'm definitely gonna try for the next class. Mrs. Long is a wonderful woman, she really makes that class feel like a family. She's also very understanding and she really does care about us kids. (even if she dress codes you for wearing a unicorn onesie, which isn't technically pajamas but it's close enough, she was just doing her job). We do lots of skits, plays and improv in that class. It's a writer/directors paradise. At the beginning of the year I had one friend in there and now I'd say I have at least 4 friends and know everyone.  My second block is World History. Originally, I had Honors, but if you know me at all, you know that hi...

IT’S SPRING BREAAAKKK Yup, its already that time of year. Most of my fellow high schoolers are in Florida, prolly smoking weed (or vaping, cuz its *sooo* much better for you), listening to mumble rap and hitting waffle house at 2:37 AM cuz why not. Me, on the other hand. Well, I hung out with one of my best friends for the first two days (if you’re reading this, I totally finished all that candy) and now I’m sitting in my room, alternating between naps, Fairy Tail, making playlists and YouTube. Also, I’ve been going through all my photos from the past year. Photos are time travel, they’re the only kind of “magic” I believe in. When you look at a picture, you remember everything about it. You remember how many shots it took to get the perfect one, you remember the retakes because someone was always messing around. You remember hiding your phone as soon as people realized you were taking pictures (or worse, recording). You remember the sights, smells, sounds, the feelings. You...