Talking Back

Rebelling could be me standing outside the White House and throwing raw eggs onto the windows.

It could also be me rotting in a prison cell because I murdered someone, innocent or not.

Or it could be me talking back to a teacher because I disagree with him.

So let me tell you a story of a seventh grade girl:

There once was a girl who was taught to speak her thoughts. When she was a little girl, she was taught to disagree with things she actually disagreed with. She was taught to defend her argument if that is what she believed was right.

When she was in seventh grade, she moved schools. And during that one middle school year, she was suspended just about every month. And through those suspensions, she learned that she can disagree and speak her own thoughts… unless it went against a teacher’s beliefs.

For example, the school she went to adored Christopher Columbus. She, on the other hand, did not respect him too much. The school said that he was the pathway to spread the Christian belief into America. Although she was and is a Christian, she disagreed. So she spoke up and told them that you cannot spread a belief if the people they wanted to preach to were all dead. She reminded them that the Native Americans are treated like wild animals on the brink of extinction, preserved and observed.

Of course, the teachers did not take it too well. And she spent the next 2 days in a teacher’s office alone. She was told to think about why she was suspended.

She thought it through. Mainly because she really had nothing else to do, but also because she was confused.

She finally figured out why she was depressingly sitting in an empty office; she had rebelled. She had talked back to an authority figure. But she had no idea why that would be the reason for her lock down in a lonely office.

But that wasn’t the only reason. By the third time she was sitting alone in a lonely and depressing dark office, she realized that rebellion does not just affect the people she rebels to. It also influences those around her and that was why the authorities were so scared.

Once the majority was rebelling, the authorities will start to lose the power and control they had over everyone. They were terrified the rest of the student body will speak up about their thoughts, too. So they made it a big deal and punished the first one to dare: her.

Kind of tragic how it works, don’t you think?

Word of the Day: tenebrific
(adj.) producing darkness

Christmas in the HaHaHaHa Family

My family consists of four girls: Hanny, Habin, Hajin, and Haju. Because of our names, we are often referred to as the HaHaHaHa Family. The interpretation, of course, is up to whoever hears it, but it usually means a family full of laughter: a family full of happiness.

When I was in 3rd grade, I woke up the day after Christmas, and there was a bicycle sitting right in front of my door. The back had a small container made of plastic designed to carry things and it had my name written on it. I remember squealing to my parents telling about how Santa Clause knew my name.

The next year, I got a Garfield pajama set. It was cozy and rather pinkish. I loved that thing so much, I remember how it looks so clearly. Sadly, not too long after, I found the box it came in in my parent’s drawer.

I was a pretty smart kid who caught onto things pretty quick. Imagine the despair on my face. Yeah, sure, 4th grade is kind of late for me to realize Santa isn’t real, but I’m rather glad my parents told me Santa was real even if it was a big fat lie. Every Christmas, I looked forward to Santa’s coming.

So now, every Christmas in the HaHaHaHa Family, we buy each and every family member gifts. And since we are a family of 6, we buy gifts for 5 people and receive gifts from 5 as well. Yes, a lot of money goes out, but a lot comes in too.

Though I must admit, I am slowly running out of things and money to buy presents for my family. For the Christmas of 2016, I also bought my family these presents:

  1. Father: Buying him a tie every Christmas is just tradition for me, even if he doesn’t wear ties too often. He also loves to construct and craft things, so I got him superglue since he ran out.
  2. Mother: …I couldn’t find something for her so I gave her a promise to get her something sooner or later.
  3. Daughter 2: A branch of fake cherry blossoms and a pink marble patterned clip board.
  4. Daughter 3: My sweater she loved to wear and a purple marble patterned clip board.
  5. Daughter 4: A pearl bracelet and some squishy things to play around with whenever.

However, this gift giving process doesn’t happen until right before New Years because we all go to our mission camp and spend Christmas with the people of Sosoma in the tribe of Kamba.

There, I usually become Santa’s elf. I spend a day packing Christmas presents. And on Christmas night, my father dresses up as Santa, big white beard and all, I help him pass out the presents to the kids there. Like I said, I kind of become Santa’s elf.

Other people may view these traditions as stupid. Why spend so much money on people you literally see every day? And why spend Christmas without water or electricity? I guess I can kind of see where their views come from, but I certainly don’t mind. I have fun and love doing these things and so does my family. And that’s just about all that matters when there is a tradition in the HaHaHaHa family.

Word of the Day: woodnote
(n.) a wild or natural musical tone, as that of a forest bird.