I Saw Malala

There were a lot of women and girls at Bellco Theater to see Malala Yousfazai’s interview. Why weren’t there more men? I mean, I know she advocates for education for girls, but this should be a human rights issue, not a women’s issue.

We were really far away (and we paid $165 for our two tickets because of all the darn fees and stuff), but they had nice screens so we could alternate between looking at real Malala and screen Malala. It’s kind of hard to see her as a teenager because she wears a head covering and for some reason that always makes me perceive people as older.

I’m opening a new category called “Bullet Points”, because that’s how I think a lot of the time. There’s some psychology name for the wandering mind, the something model, but I can’t remember what it’s called and my Psyc. textbook is in the crawl space. It’s really bothering me. The psychology term for that is a tip-of-the-tongue experience. I remember something, at least.

  • Malala says the U.S. should spend more on education, but should we? I don’t really know. It seems as if a lot is paid to education, but the system itself is messed up.
  • Macro and micro levels of impact are different. They are the Malala Fund verses a teacher with twelve students in rural somewhere. Mamma says men are more inclined to focus on macro levels of aid, but women like the personal connection of micro levels of aid. Are both equally good?
  • What is the end goal of micro aid? Is it to make an impoverished person well-off? What defines well-off? Is it to share the gospel? How much should one live with those to whom they preach?
  • Power of knowledge. Knowledge of power. Knowledge is power
  • Malala recounts how addressing a group of her peers at school after winning the Nobel Peace Prize was more terrifying to her than addressing the United Nations.
  • I wonder, in fighting for education for everyone, are we injecting Western ideals into other cultures? Is it okay to inject our ideals? Do we aim for women in developing countries to be like Western women? I hope not. Looking across this theater of well-dressed business women, I don’t know if I’d want more countries as wealthy and snarky and liberal as this.
  • Is it hard for Malala’s brothers to be in the shadow?
  • Intellect is not dependent on grades. Malala gets 61% on tests, but she is obviously very well-spoken, very smart, very good at English, and influential on an intelligent (not movie star celebrity) level.
  • How does one speak to the spectrum of those who don’t read or watch the news? (Like me?)
  • Sitting in this interview is very much like watching the forty minute YouTube videos of interviews.
  • The people who tried to hurt Malala actually made her stronger.

p.s. I don’t have a picture because the only one I took at the event was a selfie of my Mamma and I, but I don’t want to post our faces since the whole issue of internet privacy and stuff.

On Socialization

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I was a homeschooler. Which means I’m stereotypically unsocialized. Read: I’m an introvert.

Like, I’m good at small talk. I could do that for hours (if the other person is semi-responsive). But I don’t enjoy small talk.

And this thing that highschoolers who can drive do, this thing like go to get ice cream together after youth group and hang out with acquaintances, I don’t do that. I’ve never had a car or good transportation and it’s awkward to have your mom drive you and I just don’t do that.

So yeah, I don’t have great friends.

Also, I’m different. I go to see Malala Yousfazai speak at the Bellco Center but I hate concerts. That’s not super normal.

All these things aren’t inherently bad, but they aren’t conducive to public-school friends. Bleh.

Update on Malala on Thursday, by the way.

…words…words…

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Words I’ve written, so many words, swirling around me, defining me, making me who I am. Without words, could I form real thoughts? Without words, could we communicate?

I’ve written so many words, words in homework, words in my stories, words in my essays, on my blog, in my journal, in letters and cards.

Words, words, so many words.

I wonder, sometimes, if they will all be compiled in Heaven, or something, a compilation of all my words. This would be good; this would be bad.

So many words.

It overwhelms me.

So many words.

Only sixteen years, yet so many words.

On Writing Often

I haven’t been posting much. The sheen of blogging is wearing off, and I’m lazy (let’s face it).

If I let actual people read this, I’d ask if they have any tips for being motivated, staying on task, and working in the summer. But the blog is private, so I’ll muddle through on my own.

Wish me luck (nonexistent readers).

On Switching to E-Books

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Nothing truly replaces paper books, especially when my e-reader was a Nook Color. I was always painfully aware that I was staring at a screen, and suddenly, reading felt like wasteful computer time.

I enjoy e-books much more now that I’ve switched to a Kindle Paperwhite. The technology that makes the screen no-glare and paper-similar is amazing. My eyes feel like they’re reading a normal page, but the package is so small and light. I can stuff the thing into my back pocket in an emergency (just don’t sit down!)

I still have my Nook, but I never use it. The technology is much better on the Nook, but I love the nice pages of the Kindle.

The only reason either of these are a valid option is because of Overdrive, the library of e-books. The beautiful thing about Overdrive is that it is a common book lender through all the libraries at which I have a card. (That would be seven libraries, in case you’re wondering).

I can look up a book on Overdrive. When I’m logged in, it immediately tells me which libraries have the book in their collection. I open the links and check to see if any copies are actually available. If not, I place holds (at every single library that has it).

I don’t like placing holds on e-books. If it comes down to waiting, I’d prefer just to run to one of those libraries (6 of the 7 are manageably nearby…we live in the crescent between three counties and a large city system). However, I love that when I finish a book and want to read the next in a series, there’s always the (increasing with time) chance that one of my libraries will have the book on Overdrive and I can read it immediately. Bliss!

p.s. since I wrote this post a few minutes ago, I checked out Goodreads. Oh my goodness. I started rating books I liked and it suggested more books and I thought, “I love these books!” The sort of thing that makes you think, “These people know what they’re doing so if they recommend books I haven’t read, I’ll read them.”