Okay, so the next time I decide I'm going to make applesauce from scratch, and by hand....PLEASE someone tell me not to. One, it takes a fucking long time. At least 2 hours to soak the apples, then over a half hour to cook them. And don't even get me STARTED about mashing! Gah!! If I had a food processor, this may have been successful. But no. I had one (1) potato masher (too big for applesauce), one (1) powder sugar spreader thing (too small and didn't work, and one (1) soup ladle. Yes, I mushed apples with the bottom of a ladle.
Very unsuccessful. Didn't enjoy it. Bah.
I'm thinking that 8am wake up isn't gonna happen. Hellooooo 9 o'clock!
I should finish my history homework and get to bed. Damn apple sauce!
Side note: The kitchen smells really good. Mmm...apple cider...
Whilst the fucking apples were cooking, I did write a bit about today, under the advisement of the AWARE sponsors (my English teacher and another english teacher).
Success is one person listening when you aren't speaking
I didn't decide to be silent today to be praised. Nor did I do it to prove myself to anyone. If those came as side effects, then great, super, fabulous. If not, oh well. It wasn't my intent anyhow.
My intent was, however, to reach out and touch people, to make them think, if even for a second, about something other than themselves; about the cause. And I did.
My first encounter was English. Though part of a group discussion, I was unable to participate and showed the other 5 members of my group a card stating the purpose of my silence. Some were already aware of the meaning, a couple read it...thoroughly.
One kid cracked a joke, and to my surprise, another challenged it. The exchange was not unusual, but the participants on each side were. I could have slapped myself for giving in to stereotypes right then, for the defender was not your normal protagonist. I was impressed.
A third, after reading the card, just stated 'whatever' and pushed it away. He was more judgmental and his tone was more unsupportive that I would have wished, but I didn't take it harshly. Adversity is a hard thing to overcome and peoples' beliefs can't be changed in a day. Rome wasn't built in a day either.
Though brief, that 5 minute exchange made every person at the table think. Whether good or bad, they stopped, took time from their regular routine and thought about someone else.
It happened again in Theatre when we were informed about the conservative parent group for censorship in out school and the irony of it happening around the time of the Day of Silence. Also in French when I declined to answer a question posed to me, then again when we worked in groups of three and my group was asking me questions. Though I couldn't really respond, I tried my best through nods and shrugs.
Perhaps by tomorrow no one will remember that I was silent. Perhaps by next week no one will remember what it stood for, but today they did. Today they thought so that maybe someday they will remember and someday it will lead to some greater good.
Through my silence, I made them listen.