The Knowledge.
Geneveive
Elsa
Ackerman
"All wish to possess knowledge, but few, comparitively speaking are willing to pay the price."
Don't put this on the autopsy
Veive
Baby Boom!
January Seventh
You do the math
Twenty-two
So I have a few issues
I’ve been called stuck-up, bitchy, just-plain-mean, and annoying, by almost everybody I have come across, whether or not they’re friend with me. I’m not really in a position to say if those summations of my personality are entirely accurate. All I know for sure about myself is, I know things. I like showing people that. It’s difficult for me to turn off the part of myself that respects intelligence and detests stupidity, and it’s even more difficult for me to keep my mouth shut when I meet people that I don’t like. I’m blunt. I’m smart. I’m sarcastic, and I’m rude. I’m something of an elitest, too.
However, with people I respect, I can be downright friendly. I love people—watching them mostly, although if I deem them intelligent, it’s fun to talk to them as well. When I do talk, I teach. There’s something instinct within me that orders me to share what I know—and I know a lot, so I tend to be teaching a lot. People thinks this makes me a stuck-up know-it-all, but really, I don’t try to be. I like it when people tell me things, and I feel like I should share my knowledge. Knowledge, after all, is the sort of thing that people ought to share.
My life is a living hell
I was born on a cold day in January in 1985 in Minnesota, and lived there for a year before moving to Germany, due to my father’s career. I learned to read English when I was very young, though I didn’t learn how to read in German until later, and pretty much from the age I could start reading, I read every book I could. It started slowly, obviously, but my reading level increased quickly. I burned through all of the children’s books in our house, reading them over and over again. My favorite was A Little Princess. I must have read it a dozen times. I wanted to be just like Sara when I grew up.
Growing up, back then, meant entering school. When I did start school, I’ll admit to being a little bit disillusioned. Though I did know some German, my parents spoke English at home, and English was my native tongue. Language, therefore, was a difficult barrier to get over in my early years. However, once I’d grasped the finer points of German (and it didn’t take me very long—I’m a fast learner, and kids pick up languages fast), I was fine. My reading expanded, too. I visited the library pretty regularly and read everything I could. Books became my world.
I didn’t fit in very well at school, possibly because I had rather odd hobbies. I never did like tag very much, and spent most of my time reading. In all honesty, it didn’t bother me that I didn’t fit in at school—I didn’t really identify with my peers. I liked them as little as they liked me. Since I had so few friends, I spent most of my time on my own, which only increased my love of reading and the knowledge I was already storing in my head.
As I grew older, not much changed, except for the difficulty of the books I read. During the teen years, things were pretty tough. I wasn’t impervious to the teasing of people my age, and everybody seemed determined to break my spirit. Cruel is one way to describe it. I managed to seem unaffected, but the truth is, I wasn’t. I gave up trying to be like Sara Crewe. If no one else was going to try and be a princess, why should I? Ashamedly, I was downright mean after I made that decision. Those who didn’t victimize me, I victimized, because I was a bit of a brat.
Eventually, I outgrew the purposeful mean part of myself, but I’m still pretty sarcastic. I’m currently going to school in America (I figured I’d get in touch with my roots), majoring in English education.
The world should have more
Iced tea
Sleeping in late
New book smell
Libraries
Learning new things
Napping in the sun
Teaching
Books
Winning
Intelligent conversation
But we should murder
Idiots
Long lines
Waking up early
Losing
Shopping (except for books)
Cold days
Flavored water
Kill me before it happens
Heights. You get me more than fifteen feet off the ground, and I just can’t think straight.
You hang around me like a damn disease
Bananners.
