my week of inspiration in a blog post...

My fingers have been squirming to write or type something. So, this post is about the plethora of inspiration I received this week. From school assemblies to a little bit of self reassurance, this week was just sigh of relief. I'll tell you why...

my President's Day in a blog post

Happy President's Day, everybody! Our county was lucky to not have school today...so stuck at home, I got a lot of work done. My day wasn't exactly exciting, but it was productive...

"Perfect" by P!NK

I came upon this song listening to the covers by Megan and Liz, Cimorelli, and Christina Grimmie (so check them out because they're amazing!)...so when I listened to the original song, I fell in love. It's such a great meaningful song, conveying a sense that imperfection = perfection...and this video...oh God, I tear up every time I watch it.

I feel like I'm in first grade...

But I've put my brand new black pens, my sharpened pencils (to the tip), my favorite mechanical pencil (with extra lead!), my birthday eraser, and my Burt's Bees chapstick in my black pencil pouch - all perfectly aligned. I've organized my backpack, cleaned my room, picked out my outfit for tomorrow, and now, I'm going to sleep. It's ten o clock, but tomorrow, I'll be waking up at 5 to do some last minute reviews and then I'm off to hell week - or midterm week + SAT on saturday week. Oh boy. I've studied and luckily tomorrow I start off with my easy exams: my AP Lang & Composition (three essays in two hours...yikes!) and AP Calc. But, gosh am I ready. I'm just ready. I'm ready. (Okay. Spongebob's in my head...Hm. Is that a good thing?). Anyway, courtesy of my blog title, for every storm, a rainbow and my favorite quote from God, every hardship comes with ease, I am ready to start off this week. Right now, it's the hardship: exams, SAT, stress. I'm currently under this storm (and actually literally, since it's snowing), but hey, I can almost see a rainbow out of the corner of my window. If a squint and tilt my head, I can see it...an amalgamation of yellow, green, and orange. So, readers out there of my blog, I won't be posting anything at all this week, which I guess is a bigger bummer on me than you, because I honestly love to blog, but it's for the better :)
Oh. Gosh. It's 10: 07. Gotta go to sleep.
Goodnight people.
With love,
-AA

"A Bird Came Down" - Emily Dickinson

Besides getting in that extra sleep and catching up on some tv and family time, what I like about the weekends is that they're an escape from all the people out there. At school, I'm inundated by the midterm review packets the teachers expect us to remember, the "reassurances" from girls who "will stand by my side even with this bad hair day", and the "guidance counselors/friends" who incessantly need to remind me that I'm screwing my social life with the four AP classes I've decided to take and the emphasized studying I do every day. Well, people, mind your own business. I'm really not that interesting. I'm really not, but people just have the tendency to offer their "so called advice" (it's honestly just their brutal opinion) to me in order to make me feel like crap. Well, back off.

So, I'm researching this Emily Dickinson poem in order to study for my midterm; I've read one of her poems ("Snake") and had come to hate it, but when I read "A Bird Came Down", it just stuck with me because it was so real. 

Basically, in the poem, there's this bird. This bird (in my opinion, a girl) is doing what she wants: eating her worm, drinking her water, unaware of the penetrating stares. Yet, when this bird turns around, her eyes "look like frightened beads" for she sees the narrator staring at her. Creepy, right? Well, the narrator offers a "crumb" (hm. piece of advice? [no pun intended]), but the bird dismisses it; instead, she rows away, into a bliss that's unforgotten. She flies away and grazes the water without making a single splash. Impeccable.

This bird represents not only the oppressed people of the world, but it represents, Ms. Emily herself, and me. I'm the bird and all these school kids, parents, and teachers are the silent judges of my actions. At the end, when the bird flies away, it epitomizes the beauty of freedom. I guess I have to learn that. Learn that it's not necessary to succumb to anyone's standards or beliefs. It's just better to break off your wings and fly on your own.

[Have you guys read this? Anyone find another interpretation?]