Math is a Dysfunctional Family

Dear geometry,
To all you shapes out there, big or small- stop worrying about your size. You're all perfect the way you are.

Dear algebra,
If you want to find your beloved x, why don't you try online dating? Or, if you want to weed out all the crazies, actually go on dates instead of having other people solve your relationship issues.

Dear probability,
Quit worrying about the future. Live in the moment. You can't predict every situation that will happen in life.

Dear integers,
I'd appreciate if you'd all stop being too peppy and too pessimistic. Be natural and take off all the makeup.

Dear charts and graphs,
Don't stress about what everyone else likes and dislikes. Be yourself, and be unique!!!

Dear addition,
If you lived a better lifestyle, you wouldn't have to gain all that weight. Eat healthier and exercise daily.

Dear subtraction,
I fear for you. You mustn't be so negative about yourself that you practically starve to death. No need to live a life of eating disorders.

Dear multiplication,
I'm jealous of your superpowers. I mean, you're practically the best of the bunch! I'd like to duplicate myself- I'd be much easier to get everything done in time with only a portion of the stress to handle.

To the triplets: fractions, decimals, and percents,
Must you swap your personalities so often? Perhaps you've got to deal with difficult people and tough situations, but I'd like to know what to expect for once. Fractions, you're too complicated. Sometimes you ought to simplify your complicated ways of communicating. And decimals, sometimes you're so chatty that you last too long- often times forever. You might never terminate. And percents- you're my favorite. By the way, it'd be good for your health if you all quit working with charts and graphs and integers. It makes life a pain to have to compute and calculate. Let them live their own lives.

Dear estimation,
You need to be more precise, and you can't make other numbers feel left out by skipping right past them. Learn to be more considerate for other's feelings.

Dear converting units,
Why, why, why, do you have to include everybody in your little metric system party except for the United States? The customary system is just as wonderful, and I must say that you purposefully make life harder for U.S. citizens.....you spiteful little thing.

To The Math Family:
 Although I was unable to contact some members of the family, I'd like to say that many of your members are useless and have no purpose in the real world. I'd also like to add that you guys suck, mainly because I'm going to need a tutor to understand you.....basically a translator for the math language!!!!! I thank you kindly for the torture you've put me through. Have a nice day:)

Beauty :*

In the last ten minutes of school today (minimum day dismissal- YES!!!!) my class watched a video that didn't relate to math or science at all, really, but just because our substitute teacher was cool like that. It was a TED TALK video on Youtube. The topic was Beauty Isn't Everything and was talked about by the model Cameron Russell. After the nine minutes were over, the sub told us to quit worrying about our bodies, that we shouldn't have to deal with that. She said that she'd hated her body in the middle and high school years, and that it would be wiser if we learned to live without worrying about such things and that you need to learn to love yourself. Basically, to have a good time and appreciate what you have. So, that was my fifteen-minute life lesson of the day for you, but it's so true. Everybody's insecure, even models. We've just got to learn to love ourselves, I guess. I just  hope everyone can get there eventually. I know I'm still not, but I'm working towards being happier with myself :)

International Day of Happiness!!!!

I'm just an average girl sitting here blogging about life and though it might sound lame, this is sometimes the highlight of my day. Honestly, I'm constantly being bombarded with schoolwork and projects and friends and populars and drama and sports and dance and instruments and deadlines.....it's way overwhelming sometimes. Still, there are those little things that make me smile everyday and make it all worthwhile :) Life is a whirlwind, and sometimes you can get so caught up in everything that you don't appreciate the little things. I used to be really depressed and anxious. I was miserable. And these things led to other things, worse things. But I really am okay now. In fact, I'm doing absolutely fantastic. I'm confident, and happy, and I go with the flow. I try my hardest not to worry about anything anymore. I feel like now, I'm so much more grateful, so happy, about what I have because of what I know and what I've gone through. I love spending time with my family, having those sleepovers in my sisters room, being chased by an unruly toddler, the whole bit. I can't get enough of my friends, of food (ESPECIALLY FOOD), of the adventures I go on...life is just a great experience, and I might as well enjoy it. Everybody should enjoy it. Be happy, because your attitude can make a world of a difference, not just in your life, but for others too. So enjoy a day to celebrate pure, uncut, happiness. ;)

Group Projects: The Devil's Seed

Is it just me, or do group projects suck? I recently just finished a couple of group projects in several of my classes. I'm at my wit's end. I'm not afraid to admit that I'd really like to punch somebody in the face right now. Or maybe that's just my period talking....ha ha. When teachers announce that, "Group projects will help you in the real world!" and that, "It's more fun to work with others!" I just want to roll my eyes and walk out of the classroom Right. That. Instant. You know what I mean? I want to get all sassy, give people some gossip to talk about, and leave my good girl image in the dust for a single day. Every time a new group project is assigned, I can feel my stress levels crushing me and breaking my soul into little bits and pieces, until I'm wasted away to nothing....You see how depressing and morbid that is?! I swear that school is ruining my childhood. And if stress or anxiety was a literal weight on my back and shoulders, I'd be lugging around a sumo wrestler for most of my days. This metaphorical sumo wrestler has probably made me tough, but everyone has a breaking point, when you simply can't take it anymore. While I'm furiously scribbling out notes and researching my jean-clad booty off, my partners are daydreaming of lemon drops and sunshine, of sparkles and glitter, unicorns and rainbows.....all that fluffy kid stuff that I assume makes up the life of a social butterfly. These sorts of people stick by the hakuna matata motto so faithfully that it's like they've come straight out of the Lion King movie, the reincarnations of Timon and Pumbaa. I'd like to pull out my hair, but if I did that I'd have gone bald a long time ago. It just frustrates me that while I'm typing up information like a maniac, summarizing paragraphs that have been plagiarized because some of my peers are too lazy to rack up information on their own, everyone around me sits there, as if their lives are wasted away already in this insane asylum. I work long hours on group projects, energized late at night by high-calorie snacks that inject unhealthy amounts of sugar into my blood, and the other members of my team get credit for my work?! Hmmm...... a clever nickname for me might be Atlas, the Greek titan who holds up the weight of the heavens. After all, I do hold up the weight of grades on the brink of failing for those that don't have the brains or determination to do their share of work in life. Their loss- I am quite the conversationalist (that's a lie) and have killer blue eyes, or so I'm told. So, the next time YOU have to do a group project, correct your teacher when they announce it. Group projects are actually "I'll do everything while one person sort of helps and everyone else does nothing like raisins on a log project." Ahhhh.......now that I ranted about an inconvenience of life, I feel better......for now. Mwahaha *evil laugh*    

A Little Introduction For You

I'm Maverick, and I run this blog, Blue Braces and Clarinet Cases. I'm an average teen girl that majors in devouring chocolate before you can say "Ghiradelli" and I have a well known knack for speaking out for myself and being confident, because why live life miserable? I say, do what you want, and screw what others think. I'm not antisocial by any means, it's just that I don't like to associate myself with idiots. But I do love to have fun, eat pizza, watch movies...you know, typical teenage stuff. Oh, and I'm constantly being dragged here and there by my energetic siblings, all four of them, and my fondness for each depends on how they're treating me. I've got this odd love of playing basketball, but not watching it. I also enjoy softball, tennis, and ice hockey. Sports are LIFE. I also love to write and listen to music. My spirit animal, if I had to pick, would probably be a seal. I'm talented at hugging, worrying, chugging down a can of strawberry banana V-8, and many other fields that may or may not be useful in life. I'm nowhere near perfect, but for now I'm just trying to survive school and scrape enough money to do whatever I want and have a good time. I'll be here to type up reviews, recount my bucket list, give sneak peeks of the current book I'm writing, blog about my experience doing service projects, giving some mental health help, and voting for equality for all! I might have a weak sense of humor, a slightly pessimistic outlook on life, a crooked smile, and multiple dorky quirks that I can't get rid of, but hey........enjoy me while you can :)