A Nerds Guide: To Life

Sorry for not writing for a while. I had drafted this so long ago but can only publish now. So this is it. Have you seen the  new show from DC, 'TITANS'.Well, today I just got off of a set of pre- pre-pre-board exams, and another one due in like two weeks, less than. Well anyway, my sister thought it would be a great idea to watch a movie today, y'know family bonding. So, my mom  had us prepping the bed for the whole family to use as a theater. While pawning most of the work off to me, my sister got herself a turn on the computer till the movie could start, and pulled up an episode of TITANS. See shes already watched EVERYTHING till like JASON TODD and she told me that they were good. They were great for like the first 20 minutues give or take. The rest flat out annoyed me. See, in my opinion the only thing that DC has ever had going for it that Marvel could never match was... ethnic diversity, to be extra specific EUROPEAN ETHNIC DIVERSITY , which is something that so man

This poem was written by Stephen Spender, a guy with an extensive rap sheet in the genre of politically and socially inclined commentary. I'm not entirely sure when he visited the slum that this poem is based in, but he has such a melancholic way of describing things that, I am forced to conclude that this happened at a time when conditions were devolving faster than people could try to remedy them, and all that without any help form the authorities whose iron fists seem to rule these places, even through the dust choked air and the cheap squalor! Now, the poem begins by painting the portraits of the children. They are located rather inland and, subsequently in a place that closes them off from the outside world in such a way, that even the gusty waves seem like fairytales, pointless and with fuzzy details. Most of these children look like the soil of a parched garden overrun with weeds of such a rootless nature, that even they cannot thrive there. The first child is a girl, tall

Confessions... I love theoretical physics, biology, literature, history, political science and a whole lot of other topics. This wouldn't really be an issue if I actually good at math or memorization, neither of whom are problems if you are a professional, they can however be major speed bumps if your only learning. If you happen to be wondering what brought this on, then look no further than my edx dashboard. I took up a course on the violent universe- astrophysics, for anyone who doesn't get the connection between this and my list of lovelies. Well anyway, turns out, you need to understand another of newton's 'gifts to the world' to be able to comprehend this course, calculus. Which I guess won't be much of a problem at the end of this year perhaps but for now, we have only just begun calculus at school, so I have nearly no idea what the math is supposed to mean.. yet! So until the teacher makes some headway -at least the first lesson- I can't peruse the

I am so so sorry about not writing for the last to weeks. As much of an excuse as it might seem, I seriously underestimated the effort it takes to find new topics to write about, that and the trouble it would take to balance school work with blogging. Anyway, while getting my books for this year, I had stumbled across a shelf full of what I like to call dream fodder. The dream being to own all of them! One book in this shelf was called "Albert Einstein" by Alice Calaprice and Trevor Lipscombe, and last week I began reading it. Seeing as I live in India most people here would scoff on a lot of my views- either calling them overly optimistic or plain stupid- but in that book I found a kindred soul- a few decades dead- but history just so happens to be my favorite subject. That's  right folks, I happen to share ideologies with one of the greatest minds to grace the surface of this planet, the very same ideologies that were mocked by a lot of my fellow Indians. One such shar

I believe that my original promise of writing every Saturday is one that I will be incapable of actually keeping, as will any promise of writing during the weekdays. I honestly did not anticipate the sheer exhaustion I would experience at the end of every single day. So in the interests of actually being truthful I will be writing every weekend, either Saturday or by Sunday. This promise, as proven the previous two posts is one I will be capable of living up to. Now news about my first week of 12th grade. Monday morning I woke up a full twenty minutes before my alarm, out of sheer fright over what this year would start off as. Although I didn't really have much to worry about seeing as this year is shaping out to be rather good, but its only been a week so can't really say anything just yet. the rest of the week past in relative peace, although it is extremely likely that I will have to study physics off of the internet seeing as the new physics teacher the school has employe

So..... I am seriously sorry for not posting this yesterday! My first post and I'm already late! School officially starts tomorrow- for me anyway- and today was mother's day. Hence the crème caramel picture above. I made it for my mum and she loved it, which was great since I have a habit of overdosing on the "sweet" part of sweet bakes. For all that I love spicy or otherwise savory food, I am awful at actually making them. Anyway, on the topic of school tomorrow... I'll be honest I probably didn't pay as much attention to my studies as I should have. My uniforms, which set out for the mysterious land of ''dry washing'' have not come home yet, so I will probably be going to school in clothes that the principal will probably not approve of on the basis that they are not school issue. Which will lead to my oldest enemy/fear ''Authority''. Yep.. I'm a goody-two-shoes, have been for as long as I remember. Not simply out of s

So.... hi. I'm Cheryl, and I'm just an average nerd trying to navigate life, hopefully staying in one piece while I'm at it. I am extremely fond of reading and consequently of stringing words together and hoping they sound good. The problem with being the only nerd in your entire class is that, you don't really have an audience to practice on. Which is why I'm staring this blog. I'm going to write here, and if anyone ever stumbles upon my works and thinks they are worth some constructive criticism then... I'm all ears. I am in all truth, writing this blog because every other writing endeavor I've ever undertaken has never actually been completed- unless it was for school, in which case I never have much wiggle room to begin with- but I'm hoping that having an actual (or theoretical) audience to answer to, might help push things forward if I ever hit a speed bump. I am hoping to be able to write about, me?.... that is to say, I want to write abo