My Boo Radley

I thought a lot about what something that was frigthening or scary (kinda like Boo Radley), that really shaped me into the spectacular person I am today. Then it occurred to me, why does if have to be creepy or terrifying? Does something or someone bad have to scar you to make you better? Because, the thought and whole concept of heaven, the beautiful and lovely place, and meeting your maker, is one of the many thoughts that I don't understand. But, of course blogging always helps!

For me, I have many things planned. I'll graduate top of my class, attend an Ivy league college, and become a world class surgeon. But, what would happen if it all went away, where would I go?
Heaven.
Its a complex idea to comprehend. To me the first and most simple idea of Heaven should be its location, right? Where exactly is Heaven? It could be in the sky, but could God be just metaphorically speaking? What's the first thing that happens when you get there? These are one of the many questions I have on Heaven, just like Scout had about Boo Radley. In comparison, Scout doesn't know what Boo Radley looks like or know the whole truth about the mysterious circumstances of his current living situation but, she's at the point, much like I am, where the whole idea doesn't make sense, yet. But, the anticipation is unbearable and the temptation is intolerable.

What is Heaven? When I think of Heaven, I picture streets painted gold, everyone levitating, and wearing white robes. But, then again I don't know. All Scout knew about Boo was based on what she told and heard, exactly like me. Pop culture, pictures, and allusions shaped my whole mindset of what heaven is and should be. I often wonder, if wondering to much and questioning the situation will make it better because I feel that hoping for golden streets will in the end, let me down.

The main difference between me and Scout's "Boo Radley" is that she met Boo Radley and Boo ended up completely different then excepted. She now knows what has been locked up in the house all those years. I don't have any clearer picture of what life after death will look like. He was a hero to her. He put is life in danger to save a little girl that taunted him and judged him. Could this be a good thing for me? Does this mean that instead of Heaven I could actually end up in Hell? I don't know what I should except anymore, but all I can do from my position (currently on earth) is question and dream about what's next to come.

People have their opinion of heaven, just like much of the town had on Boo. Many like me, think of Heaven beauty and perfection and a large majority believe in recantation. The idea of consistently living and returning as another being on earth is interesting. The many possibilities and ideas of afterlife give me hope, to make the best out of life because that's what I know, see, hear, feel, smell and taste. I haven't experienced it all nor will I ever, but in life I have faith that all will go well. Heaven, recantation, and all the other afterlives are unknown and will forever be a mind boggling and mystifying journey that all of us venture on. Truly, growing up and knowing that from here I will go somewhere afterwards and even if I don't, my life has already expanded and open options for me in ways indescribable.

The Definition of Blog

Definition of blog (n): a website that contains a personal journal with reflections and comments from the writer.

The whole idea of blogging is truly ironic. Why would someone, post a personal journal or diary on the Internet for anyone to see? Well, this blog will expand the definition of blog because this isn't a diary, its a site where I'll rant and rave about all the fun and exciting elements of English.

I love to write. 

There is no better way to express yourself. With writing, you can pour out your deepest thoughts, then look back on them, and reflect. The fact that writing is so universal, (even though it comes in numerous forms and languages) it has been used since the beginning of time, makes it all that much more interesting. Who created the act of writing? Why did they write and not speak? Those, along with many more are question to that come to mind, when I think of writing.

Reading, is one of those things that varies depending on mood. A book or magazine won't help you express yourself or give you an opportunity to look and think about how much you've grown. But, it does give you the chance to escape. Get away, from your worries and focus on the character conflicts. For me, reading helps you in many ways, but that doesn't always mean that I'll read. I'm told by parents, teachers, and those-really-weird-friends-we-all-have-that-for-some-odd-reason-the-like-to-read-and-use-a-wide-vocabulary-because-they-think-it-makes-them-look-smarter-but-it-doesn't that reading truly makes you smarter. All I can do it trust them on that one!

An English class has more meaning to it then the usual, reading, writing, and studying literature but, fundamentally the building of understanding people as well as speaking clearly, using a vivid and descriptive vocabulary. English is a four-year requirement for college students because English includes the basic structure of language arts, which is crucial for going to the next level of schooling, where you can then build on the already high level of English, to then expand and grow to pursue a career. I took Honors English because that was my attempt to one-up my classmates and have that advantage on them. To be the one that turns out successful and swimming in money because those goals, are goals that is are a nice picture to keep myself focused on me because as H. Jackson Brown Jr. said " If you're doing your best, you wont have any time to worry about failure."