Dear Severus Snape,
When I was a child watching Harry Potter, I was young, never quite understanding the concept of your background. Fast forwarding to third grade when I read the series- I was in love. Not until the seventh book did I finally understand you: the complex death eater turned potions teacher. After learning about you, my sympathetic heart felt immense pity. A reason why is because you lost your one love: the kind, beautiful Lily. After getting sorted away from you, your connection with her snapped instantaneously- only to have Lily fall in love with James Potter. Not only did you lose her once, but you lost her twice: the second time being the cursed night of July 31st.
Another point as to why I feel such empathy towards you, is the fact that you lost so many people: one of those people being yourself. After your immoral choice of turning to the dark side, you lost the spark of goodness you had in you- the spark that Lily saw, when others didn’t. The spark burned and left a hole in your heart: a hole that you left gaping open when you lost everyone else. Dumbledore, (probably) your family, and so many more.
Lastly, you kept many, many secrets. After the death of your beloved, you made a life-long vow to keep Harry alive- no matter the circumstance. But Harry couldn’t know. Harry thought all you did was torture, hate, and despise him,(including his father) but he still couldn’t know. People questioned Dumbledore as to why he trusted you so much, not knowing that he held your secret: your promise. You’ve remained calm under fire, and cloaked your feeling all your life- leaving them invisible to others.
Severus, you know my pity for you is strong, and you know that I’ll always think of you as the boy who loved Lily.
Television is the epitome of my summer. I know summer was a handful of months ago, but I can still visualize how I spent my unproductive days: I’d be on the couch, blankets sprawled across me, as I begin my fifth-ish hour of Netflix watching. If I didn’t have time for my daily intake of the latest shows, I MADE TIME. Procrastination, laziness, and distractions filled my 15 hours of being awake- most in front of the tv eating ice cream(or whatever junk I put in me).
Of course there’s my dad coming in with the occasional, “You should off the TV, Esha” but pssshhhh it’s not like that’s ever gonna happen.
But, WHY do I enjoy this rather unhealthy addiction? Because it’s inhumane to miss the last episode of the season for this new baking show! Nor can I just NOT WATCH what happens when Barry Allen realizes that his father-like figure’s from the future! Most importantly, the pain of being two episodes away from the season finale but you realized “Maybe this should stop…”
None the less, I am looking forward to summer.
Wanna join me? Here’s the link to Netflix
Are you a perfectionist? That’s a question I ponder on a lot, because there are many side effects of perfect. I, myself, don’t believe in the idea of someone/thing being perfect, so I am not a perfectionist. I feel that the word “perfect” should be replaced with “happy”, and as long as I’m happy everythings good!
People think there’s only two sectors: clean or messy. I’d say I’m a “tidy” messy. Everything’s out of place, but I know exactly where to find something, but I don’t have the mental energy to clean things(unless it comes to a point where I can’t properly function). For example, my closet looks like a bomb went off- the bomb affected my room as well- but my brain is hardwired to untidiness, so finding a shirt is a simple task.
Do you try really hard to make something perfect? That’s also another factor of perfectionism(if that’s a word…). I have friends that put 100% of all they got into a school project(big or small) and I completely appreciate that, despite the fact that I’m not one of those people. I do put hard work into it, but I can’t work on something that much or else my bran will just IMPLODE!
. So, what are you?
I’m sure everybody has complained at least ONCE in their life that school starts too early.
This question raises a lot of flags for me.
On one side, my dad always told me that waking up early gives you a fresh start to a better day.But people who lack sleep(due to homework, or extracurricular activities) would agree with the fact that more sleep would help.
My opinion is that schools should leave it as is. Around 8:30-9 is a good starting point, because if school started later-it would end later-and clash with some students other activities. SURE it does get a little annoying when you don’t wanna wake up, but it soon becomes routine…at least some times.
And having school go till the afternoon, instead of the evening, gives us time to catch up on homework, go to lessons, or have some downtime. But all this is based off of my opinion. What’s yours?
I have an amazing talent: procrastination. Even my parents know that by now. Just the other day my dad asked me, “Finished all your homework?” And I sat there slow to respond. “Um, I still have a little left.” And then he asks, “How much?” And I say something but whatever it is basically means, “Just yesterdays homework.”
So here are 5 steps of procrastination-
***disclaimer! I always turn in homework on time***
1. Debating. This is the step were you basically think to yourself, “Do I really want to do this?” And eventually… You don’t.
2. Conscience. You’re conscious of all the work you left behind, but that doesn’t matter!
3. Karma. The next day you have realized that you didn’t do the work, and you keep asking yourself, “Why couldn’t I just do it!”
4. Panic. By know you’re just panicking, and trying to figure out how you can finish all the work that you left behind.
5. Conclusion. You have either: barely succeeded with the little time you had, or completely failed.
And that about sums up my life. Just kidding!
By the way, check out my friend Jessi,on her view of procrastination.