Prove it

Well, I have greatly appreciated all the comments of everyone trying to bestow their wisdom on me, but some *cough*paige*cough* caught my attention. So here is a quiz to prove that some of these facts just will not prove pertinent in future lifetimes. If you can answer these questions without using google or any other source you will prove your point >:)



1. What man was in charge of the potomac army during the civil war?



2. What was the location of the single bloodiest day in America?



3. After what battle was Stonewall Jackson shot by his own men?


4. What was the three part strategy of the North to win the war?


5. What is the Anaconda plan?


So, whoever answers all these correctly will prove to me that history is still somewhat important.
:)

school = despair

After a lovely four day weekend for D-Now, my life returns to normal. Normal means school. School means despair. Despair means depression. Oh, wait, wasn't that school thing supposed to help you learn? Prepare for college? So you can succeed in your future career? For some reason I don't see how learning civil war history will help me in the art world. And let me tell you, there is about a 100,000,000,000,000 to 1 chance I will end up teaching history. Yet still I attend day after day, freezing in my uniform too thin to keep me warm. What a wonderful life.

*sigh*

5th place

im just not a people pleaser.

welcome to my life

my life as a 5th place artist

The white sweatshirt...and other disappointments in my life

Ah 'tis a new year...full of new memories and new disappointments. Being depressed quite alot this last year, I have decided to reflect on my disappointments.
#1: School/sports-School was a huge disappointment this year, from my friends leaving, to new volleyball team to adjust to. Varsity sports are a big thing at my school, enough said. So when a certain mom denied my order for a sweatshirt color because it was "Varsity Only," I was, at the most, completely offended.
#2: People/myself-This year people have been people. They have insulted, hurt, and annoyed me till i wanted to strangle them. But the bigger disappointment has been myself. I look back and hate what I was at the beginning of last year. Not open to new friendships, judgmental, I am surprised I even had friends.
#3:Her-That one friend that's not quite a friend. The girl that changes like a chameleon with every friend. When you finally get to her true self, you are sad, because she wasn't brave enough to show you it in the first place. And then the friendship isn't worth it.