Why I'm against karaoke machines

Well yes it's Christmas today so since I don't have anything to write about and only 20 minutes until this thing is due, I'll write about it. Christmas should be a quiet special day full of gratitude and joy and stuff that maybe I shouldn't talk about in a blog (Yes Happy holidays to you... no more Merry Christmas...Sigh, what's the world coming to?). But well, this year wasn't too quiet for my family because we got a new karaoke machine. It was awful listening to my siblings attempts to sing songs they didn't know and almost being pulled in to the torture of singing with them. Not that all the people in my family are bad singers, in fact for a lot of them it's the complete opposite of that, I guess I just wasn't so excited about the karaoke machine maybe because of all the loudness. People are loud. Karaoke machines are loud. Whatever happened to the wonderful Christmas afternoon naps? Yes Christmas morning with little kids opening presents ect. can be loud, but everyone knows that the afternoon must be quiet for underslept people like myself. Christmas without quiet afternoon is like a car without a horn (sorry that analogy doesn't make much sense it was just off the top of my head). Even though Christmas afternoon should be quiet, it wasn't for my family this year, so the bottom line is, if you need to catch up on sleep and are loyal to quiet Christmas afternoons, don't ever buy a karaoke machine for your family.

PS sorry if I sounded really bitter in this blog, the karaoke machine and everything else about Christmas was great this year, I just needed something I could complain and write about.

It usually pays to be prepared

Well it's blog time again, but this time I almost know what I'm going to write about... well almost.
Okay fine! I don't know what to write about. But you don't have to rub it in, gosh! Um... Well, so yesterday (there you go I'll tell you what I learned from a past personal experience) I had my very first ever flute recital. I've had thousands of piano recitals in the past but never before a flute recital. It was pretty intense. I'd say I played pretty ugh but not extremely terribly. So probably the reason I played ugh instead of good was because I was feeling unprepared.

A scout is always prepared, but some of us aren't always scouts. Now judging from the past, when I'm prepared for something, or I'm a scout so to speak, I usually do much better than when I'm not. I was definitely a scout last week when I was accompaning a singing quartet on the piano, but quite often in my procrastinating world, I am very far from being a scout (like my flute recital yesterday). However, not being prepared doesn't always mean that you're going to die. Just the other day we had a huge test in one of my classes at school. I didn't study or prepare for it or anything, in fact I had completely forgotten all about it, but I took the test anyways and I did just fine. Yet, if I would have been prepared I would have felt much more confident in myself and probably had done better on the test.

Even though preparedness doesn't always have the greatest influence on the outcome of certain events, in the end it's much safer to be prepared. Trust me I should know by now(or at least I hope I know by now. Arrgh! I only wish I had taken this advice before my flute recital).

Freedom accomplishes more

My parents left yesterday morning for Arizona and they won't be back for another four days. The freedom is wonderful! Yet every time my parents leave my brother and I home alone there's just one thing I can't understand. When they're gone, the house is amazingly clean all the time and everything seems to get done faster and run more smoothly. You'd think that when my parents weren't home, we'd just slack off and party, but actually it's the opposite. Everyone becomes much more responsible and does the stuff they're supposed to, and at the same time we're all more relaxed and life is easier. My brother doesn't neglect to take out the garbage like he usually does and I kind of take over the kitchen and keep it cleaner (I can't stand dirty kitchens!!(Ps when my mom is home I see it as her job to take care of the kitchen so I let the cleaner kitchen ambitions slip)). Anyways it's just weird that we're more productive when my parents aren't home, so to me it proves one of General George S. Patton's quotes:"Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity." Or maybe one of Abe Lincoln's too:"No man can govern another without the others consent." You see when my parents are at home telling me what to eat and when to got to bed, I'm going to rebel and eat what I want and go to bed late just in spite of them, even though I probably had the intention of eating and going to bed on time. But when they're not there nagging at me I'm free to do what I want or feel like I need to and that's usually something they would have been telling me to do. I guess the same thing can be said about piano lessons. A lot of the stuff my piano teacher assigns me becomes boring and burdensome, not because they're hard pieces or stuff I don't enjoy playing, but because they're things she assigned me, not that I assigned myself, so I don't want to practice as much and the pieces suffer. However, the pieces I like to play for fun and assign myself are often much more difficult then what she assigns, yet sound much nicer because I enjoy practicing something that I'm solely responsible for. Anyways I guess the bottom line is whether it be keeping the house clean or practicing the piano, a person is much more likely to get things done on their own accord then they are with someone else there constantly telling them what to do.
Ps even though everyone is more responsible when my parents leave, no one can get up as early as they do to turn on the heater, so you should be amazed at how long I've left my hands freezing hands out in the cold to type this blog.

Deprived

Yes, I the spoiled youngest daughter of eight kids, most of whom have left the house, am feeling deprived. Not from food, money or possesions, but from quite possibly the most vital thing our busy world has to offer. Sleep. I slept for 17 hours straight a few days ago, and even that wasn't enough to settle my undying need. Then why am I still sleepy?!! I could pin it on the communist like I usally do, but since this is supposed to be an analitcal blog I will enlighten you further.

School. Five out of the seven days of the week, millions of other students and I, are forced to stagger off to a disguised jail house and stay imprisoned there for 6 or more hours. We then sit through what seems like decades of monotnous lecutres and busy work. And if this torment isn't enough, after those six or more hours are finally over, we are un-lawfully given more busy work to take home with us. Isn't 6 hours enough? I'm already taking 6 whole hours out of my already sleep deprived day to only be given even less time to sleep? What is this world coming to?!

Work. I definetly shouldn't be the one talking when it comes to complaining about work,but I am anyway. My job at the library is great, especially compared to most other teenagers', but nevertheless I do work, and I still condsider it a crucial factor to my sleep loss. Every Saturday instead of trying to catch up on sleep, I have to force myself out of bed and go to my repetitve book job early in the morning. I wouldn't mind this so much if I weren't already feeling dead from my non-sleeping school week, but I have no control over that. Saturday is pretty much the only day that I could sleep, but instead it has gone down the drain to that wicked sleep stealing work monster.

Parents. My parents have absolutely no mercy when in comes to sleep deprived children. No matter how hard I try, there's just no use fighting against my parents' nagging in the mornings. Every day my mom comes into my room at unreal hours and tries to make me feel like a terrible person for sleeping. Pretty much now I've learned to ignore her because it's always the same: I haven't gotten out of bed yet, and I could have done so much, and I could have vacuumed the basement, and I made her take the dog out and the whole day is gone, and I could have finished putting up the Christmas decorations(wait! Seriously, who puts up Christmas decorations at 6 AM in the morning?) . Anyways she just goes on forever with these totally irrational things I "missed out" on for sleeping 15 minutes longer. It's ridiculus! But if I don't get up somewhat promptly she's in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Yet it's not fair because when my sleep deprived self gets up that early, I'm in a bad mood for the rest of the day. It's hopeless. Next week my parents are going to be gone for four days which could be sad for some people, but as for me, man! Am I looking foward to the sleep( which, however, by now I don't think is possible to cath up to ) .

Yes, we are all sleep deprived from time to time. It would be nice if the need for sleep would just go away, but then again maybe not because sleep is great. All I can say is, with this holiday season coming up, I know exactly what I want for Christmas. SLEEP!

Is it the food?

Well I just about died a few hours ago. Seriously, it was a very scary life threatening experience. You should be happy I'm still alive right now...or maybe you're not, but anyways. I ate two whole spoon fulls of my grandma's lettuce, raspberry, cranberry, pineapple, mayonnaise, jello and who knows what else concoction. Yes that's right two whole spoon fulls. But that was more than enough for me. I survived this same concoction on thanksgiving by casually handing the plate of whatever it was over to my mom, but today was different. When I tried to make my mom eat the stuff she mumbled to me in French, "Il faut que tu manger. Si tu peux manges un peu je vais finir." or something like that, I don't care much for proper French grammar, but it roughly means: "You have to eat. If you can eat a little, I will finish." So I ate some and it was terrible. I'm still gagging right now. I've decided that if there is one true reason as to why we celebrate Thanksgiving, it's not to give thanks, or gather with families, it's to deliberately try out disgusting food recipes on our relatives who can't complain and bring back the same disgusting foods year after year to torture them.

Now I'll admit, not all food at Thanksgiving is disgusting, especially foods like French silk pie (mmmm), but the small portion of Thanksgiving dinner that isn't so tasty out-does the other foods. It's like that one Mormon add with the delicious looking ice cream cone on it, but when you look closer at it, you see a bug sitting in the middle of the ice cream. Then at the bottom it says something like,"it's all good except for." Well that's the same way I feel about thanksgiving dinner. It's all good except for the stuff that isn't.

And why is it that after thanksgiving dinner you always feel as though you're about to explode? No, it's not because you've been eating too much food for too long like everyone says, it's because of the food you've been eating that shouldn't be considered food. I mean who ever heard of food making you full? Is it really the food that makes you full? Or is it... something else.

Well anyways you're probably sick of my talking about gross food. I guess we all just need to be thankful for the food we have on Thanksgiving, not how it tastes. But nevertheless, I will say that I'm extremely thankful that my grandma didn't bring her purple sour crout to Thanksgiving, but then again she usually brings that closer to around Christmas time so I should probably hold my tongue.

Hark! The Harold Angels Bring!

Okay, it's late and I've forgotten to write my blog so I'll write about the first thing I see which is a newspaper.
Newspaper deliverers are never given enough credit. Could you picture what life would be like if you opened your door every day to find your porch bare save that unwelcome welcome mat that you've had out since spring and need to replace with a Christmas mat soon? (Yes indeed, I'm excited for Christmas!)Horrible! News is a huge and vital part to our society and without it we would be extremely misinformed let alone informed at all. So who is the savior of our society, the angels of the harold? The Deseret in the Deseret news?(Or I guess it's Deseret Morning News now) That's correct the newspaper deliveres. I was once one myself for six years and boy was it an excellent experience. Even though I hated it like nothingelse most of the time, it was a once in a life time opritunity that I would never take back.

Imagine every day, no matter what the weather or special occasion, folding numerous papers with hands bleeding ink, making trips to billions of houses and giving the gift of intelligence. Its a tough job but somebodies got to do it. Most newspaper boys today (I'm going to say boys because its shorter than delivers and less confusing than carriers) drive wimpily around in cars. This is still pretty brutal, but back in my day, my brothers and I had to carry these huge newspaper bag thingys on our shoulders and walk from house to house. It was pretty rough, but at least I can say I got a pretty strong upper body from it, or at least I hope I did. Anyways, whether you're driving, walking, biking or scootering, delivering newspapers is harsh, yet extremly essential.

There's no slaking off when you have a newspaper out. I can rember every Christmas day and thanksgiving, dreading going out in the cold delivering papers and missing out on all the holiday fun. I have an older brother who once tried dumping all his newspapers into the canal that used to run by the side of our yard. Well it wasn't worth it, because they just reprinted more papers and expected him to deliver them, not to mention he got chewed out pretty well by my mom. Even when you try to go on vacation, there's no escaping your paper route. You have to find a dependable substitute and pay them way more than you would have gotten payed for delivering newspapers for a week or however long it was.

You'd probably expect me to say now that being a newspaper carrier is not worth it like I always say in my blogs, but no, newspaper people are amazing. They're like the pit orchestra in a play . :) Barely recognized yet so important.Jk, we're recognized but I hope you see what I'm saying. Newspaper carriers work hard and deserve much more than what they get. I expect all of you when you read this to wake up really early tomorrow and tell your newspaper boy how much you love him. No jk, you don't have to... unless you want to. But I hope you get my point, LONG LIVE THE NEWSPAPER PEOPLES!!

My Biggest Fear

There's a poster in the band room that says something like " nothing is boring." However, in that same band room there's another poster with my hero Yoda on it saying, "Adventure, heh! Excitement, heh! A jedi craves not these things." So which do I believe? Neither!Everything is boring! That's why a jedi like myself craves adventure and excitement. Seriously, probably the most exciting thing that happened to me this week, was... well I can't think of anything, so my week was obviously not that exciting. Why was it boring? I don't know I guess it was my own fault. I'm too shy and wimpy to ever do anything spontaneous. At the beginning of the school year I told myself I wasn't going to be annoyingly shy this year and actually talk and say hi to people in the halls ect. Well if you haven't noticed already I've completely failed. So I've got to thinking more about being shy lately. Why are people shy and what is shyness anyway? I've come to believe that shyness truly isn't bashfulness or embarrassment, but fear. Yes the fear of people. I can attest to this myself. I'd say my biggest fear in life is people and if I didn't have that fear, I'm sure I wouldn't be shy. So then why does a shy person fear people? Well who wouldn't? People can do such a variety things and be so scary, mean and powerful. There's no escape from them.
" They're everywhere!" It's not worth being a shy person, because the thing you fear the most is all around you. So if you're shy you're going to constantly be scared for the rest of your life. I'll remind you, "fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering" and all this is enough to make anyone bored with their lives. So if you're shy, now is the time not to be! Don't just try not to be shy, be not shy("Do or do not, there is no try")! I'm going to try (again) to take this challenge on myself, so if you start noticing how weird I am more often, you'll know that it is "A Change in Me"(lol pit orchestra). Now if you're still reading this, don't think you're bored because you're too shy, it's because you've put up with reading too many Yoda quotes, oh and one lord of the rings quote and a song from beauty and the beast... I think. Well anyways Happy not school day ( or maybe it is a school day when you're reading this, then in that case you're out of luck).

Yourself

The other day I was talking with(or at least she was talking to me) a friend. For some reasons she could not stop talking about herself. She just kept going on and on about how bad of a day she was having, and how tired she was, and oh my gosh she just tripped a second ago and it was embarrassing and how she must have done so bad on her math test etc. Well, I did what was asked of me and nodded every once in a while and tired to seem interested, but did she really think I cared? Now I'll admit, I'm not a very emotional or sympathetic person, especially for a girl, but this, as well as many other experiences of talking with people has made me realize that it's always a losing deal when you talk about yourself. All the good things you say about yourself, no one will believe, and all the bad things you say, people believe too much of. I myself am considered to be a fairly quiet, and un-talkative person. Part of the reason I don't talk so much is from experiences I've had of being annoyed with how much other people ramble on about themselves and being determined not to be like them. Sure maybe sometimes it's good to share a little bit about yourself, but when you share too much , it just turns into a discourteously to others. Talking about yourself can also be dangerous. I have a cousin who, whenever I say one little thing like,"I love chocolate ice cream," she'll immediately respond with a come back like," well so do I, and I this, and this" and suddenly it has turned into a competitive conversation, when all I said was that I liked ice cream. However it is pretty hard not to talk about yourself sometimes. We all know that everyone's favorite topic of conversation is themselves, but if you can refrain from this and just put up with listening to other people, I can guarantee you your life will be better. People will respect you for thinking that you're actually listening to them and you'll seem more humble. The question really isn't who actually likes listening to other people talk about themselves, but who likes being listened to?

Peter Pan was right about growing up

I once talked about how being the youngest of a big family is the best. I take that back, it isn't the best... it's the worst! Why? Well just the other day, my older brother Greg recived his mission call to the Vantura (spelling?) California spanish speaking mission (lol after 5 years of French) and just then when he received his call it hit me: what in the world am I supposed to do for two years while being cooped up in my house with my parents? Who's going to play football with me? Who's going to tell me what to do with my life? Who's going to make me almost good at tennis? Who's going to mow the lawn? The answer? Me! Being the youngest is great when the rest of your family is there, but when they leave, you're screwed. You know there's a reason I'm writing this blog right now. So I can practice speech writing for when I have to speak at all of my brother's and sister's funerals! However, I should also probably be practicing my hospitality and old people friendliness because I'm going to be the spry younger person who will have to take care of all the dying old people in my family. Yes being the youngest is great when you're young, but you're not young forever.

Concerning Color Guard

If there is one thing I just can't comprehend at any half time show or parade, its the flag twirlers in the marching band. I have nothing against the people themselves, infact I have many friends who are flag twirlers, but I just don't understand their purpose. Seriously, who actually knows what those gun-like baton thingys they have are supposed to be? Recently, I attended a football game and for the half-time show, out came the marching band with the color guard. The band was playing a tune in a minor key and the color guard came running out with these ridiculous black wings attached to their arms. At seemingly random parts of the piece, the flag twilers would flip in the air and flap their wings. Then when the music changed, they'd quickly run off the field, take off their wings, and pick up purple colored flags. Finally to top it all off, at the end of the song, one of them runs out all dressed all in black onto center field and begins frantically waving this tall black flag. As you can imagine, I was just completely baffled after watching all this .I can see the reason for the marching band being out there, playing entertaining music for people's ears, but why in the world do they have the color guard!? Once again, no offense to the color guard people themselves, but seeing that everyone I've asked this question to has yet to come up with an answer, I'm quite sure now that there is really no purpose to color guard, if not just to confuse me. PS If you have a legitimate reason for what color guard is there for, please email me or let me know. This question is very agitating.

You win, you win. You lose, you don't win.

Last Tuesday I played in a regional tennis tournament. I couldn't have asked for a better draw than the one I got. In my first round, the girl I was supposed to play was sick, so I got a buy. In the second round I had the opportunity to play someone who usually played 2nd doubles. Finally in the championship I was playing an old friend of mine from a summer league that I could easily beat. Then why did I lose!? When I was warming up, I was playing my best tennis. Then in the second round I was playing terribly, but luckily I still won. In the championship I was playing awful and so ofcourse I lost. After watching other people play tennis, and seeing myself winning all my region games and losing in the tournament, I've come to the conclusion that tennis requires more mental game than any other sport.
Tennis is the only sport in which it's just you against them. When you mess up, the only person there to blame is yourself. Other sports are never quite as individual and direct as tennis. In track, swimming, and golf, sure you're competing by yourself, but your opponent isn't right there in front of you immediately responding to all you do. And then to top that off, after every point you always have time to think about your mistakes or accomplishments.
Intimidation is another factor that heightens the mental game of tennis. Some people on my team who played doubles, once had the opportunity to play against this extremely intimidating girl. She was very tall ,muscular and blonde and she would wear a sweat towel on her head while she entered the court. Our team won , but it took a lot of mental ability for them to beat the "towel girl."I've even tried a little bit of intimidation on other people myself, and boy does it work. I used to play doubles over the summer and my partner and I would stand on the other side of the court and act like we were discussing the other teams strategies. Then we'd point at random places on their court as if they were weak spots or something. It worked. The other team would be focusing on those spots that we were pointing out and they would forget to focus on the game. We would also try grunting for each other, but I'm not sure that had the same effect. Also, mental game is such a big factor in tennis that on the video game Topspin, they've even included a button you can press after ever point called the "attitude now" button that raises your players mental ability. If you press it a lot, your player plays better and makes harder shots, just like you'd play in a real game with a good mental game.
The mental game of tennis is huger than any other sport's mental game. You can be physical and athletic, but you could never survive in tennis without a good mental game.

How Batman Began (not really, just a good title)

This past week, two of my little nieces and my nephew came to visit. They had a great time being at "grandma's house" and playing with all the old toys my parents had accumulated after having eight children. There are six boys in my family, so we have a monsterous supply of cars, army men, GI joes and all the other cool stuff that little boys like to play with. However, our supply of dolls and girly toys is limited because there's only me and my sister who ever played with little girl's things, and we actually tended to like boys things more when we were little because of our brothers. After watching my nieces and nephew play with my old stuff, I came to notice how different girl toys are from boy toys and it made me think that maybe toys and the way we treat children have more to do with the way they turn out when they're older than we think.
Little boys always get to play with the army men, the GI joes and the re-mote controlled cars, outside in the mud, whereas little girls are inside playing with soft, baby Sue and gentlely feeding her from a plastic bottle. When a little girl falls off her bike what do we do? We rush over to her and say, "Ohhh, you poor little thing. Are you okay? Do you want a band-aid? Do you want me to get you some ice cream?" But when a little boy falls off his bike people say, "you're okay buddy. Walk it off, you're tough." From the start boys are subconciously taught to be macho men and girls princesses. However in some famililes, like mine, there is sometimes a shortage of girl or boy toys, or maternal or faternal care. These tend to be families that bring forth the variety of tom-boys and tom-girls into our society. Some kids are raised thinking they're the best at everything, and they will be. Others are raised thinking they're worth nothing and don't deserved to be loved and boy, will they struggle. Ofcourse there are always exceptions to this, but generally the way you're brought up tends to be the way you turn out. I've seen it in my own life and many other's lives. But the real question is, who started this treatment? Why do we do the things we do?... I guess I'll end this with a quote from "Man of La Mancha" or maybe its "Cameolot?"Anyways some lady sings,"Why does he do the things he does?" ( sorry this ending probably doesn't make too much sense, but that song always comes into my head whenever someone says why and its a good song...don't you think?)

Ice Cream, Joy of Man's Desiring

As I'm sitting here writing this blog, I am being EDIFIED by a thick bowl of Superman ice cream. If there is one thing this world could not go on without, I'm sure it would be ice cream. In all circumstances, ice cream prevails. Every time anyone is feeling bad, what do they eat? Ice cream. After a great accomplishment in one's life, what does he/she eat? Ice cream. When someone is about to die in the hospital, what does he/she eat? Ice cream. If we truly analyze our lives, we will find that all things rotate around our intake of ice cream. We would all be dead without it. I beg to differ with Sarah McLachlan's hit song, " Your love is better than ice cream." She was obviously high on something, drunk, or just plain stupid when she wrote this song. Nothing in the world could possibly come close to being better than ice cream. I'm serious! Not even your love. Your love will fall like rain on the mountain, whereas ice cream has and always will stand tall in deliciousness. Just thinking of the cold, cool, cream and the smooth taste makes one not want to throw up, like one would when one thinks of your love, but live forever just to die another day. Ice cream is by far the greatest substance on the planet. It does not cease to brighten our lives daily. Greater love hath no man this, but to eat ice cream . Thank you.

Connnan the Librarian

Have you ever noticed how ticked off librarians get when you try to re-shelve books? I would, I'm one of them. Every Saturday, I work at my cities public library for four hours. Even with just my few hours, I've come to the conclusion that it shouldn't be the dentists who have the highest job suicide rate, but the librarians.

Can you imagine sitting in front of 9 zillion books all day, trying to sort out the Nesbits from the Nersbits and 438-M19 from 438-M26? Working at the library is painful and dangerous. That's right I said dangerous. Every week I come home from working at the library with scratched up hands, bleeding from every pour and bulging to the size of the moon from caluses. And By the way, have you seen how tall the shelves are at the library? They at least have to be 50 ft! Okay fine, maybe they're not 50 feet, but I'm a little short so that kind of puts things in perspective. If you thought trying to reach books on the top shelves was bad, try putting away books up there.
If one tiny book leans in the wrong direction, you're history. That's another thing. Have you ever noticed how the the heaviest, deadly books are always on the top shelves? I've decided this is a communist conspiracy made to destroy all of the complaining library pages like myself.
I don't think anyone ever really notices how easy it would be to sabotage the library. This is the reason librarians are so snappy about not putting away books. If one book is put in the wrong place, it can be lost for centuries, and when someone needs that books it's the librarians who get blamed. If you were to just move books to different shelves, you could reek havoc for all the people at the library. If you decide to try this, please don't try on Saturdays when I'm there.

Well anyways, I could go on forever and ever about my complaints about the my amazingly intense job of working at the library, but I don't want to excite you too much. So as you can see librarians like myself deserve more credit for what they do. From now on after you've read this blog I hope that you will have a different perspective on librarians and smile knowningly when they complain about mis-shelved books.

A Cinderella Story

A while ago, I was at a sleep over with some friends of mine. it was about one or two in the morning, and just about everyone had gone to sleep except for me and another girl. We were talking about the most random things, like roosters, ping-pong, soccer, alligators and anything else that didn't make sense to be talking about. However, a rather COPIUS chunck of this crazy conversation actually stuck with me. We were debating whether or not Lucifer, the cat on the Disney's Cinderella, actually died when he fell from the top of a tall tower. So did Lucifer really die?
My friend thought he didn't. It's common knowledge for any cat owner, that when you drop a cat on it's back, it will spin around in the air and land on it's feet. She also insisted that because a cat has nine lives, and because Cinderella is a Disney movie, the cat could not have died.
I, on the other on the other hand, am not so sure that he lived. It was a very tall tower that he fell from, and as it shows him falling through the air on his back, he's screeching loudly and his paws are waving frantically in the air. Furthermore, who wouldn't die after being chased up flights of stairs by a dog like Bruno?

The true solution is blatently obvious. Lucifer died because he fell from approxomately eight stories in the air. Even if he was able to land on his feet, the force from the fall would still crush him. Hence, as usual, I was right, and the person debating me was wrong.

There are many amazing people who have lived in our world. Benjamin Franklin is one of many of them. Why is he so amazing? If you analyze his life one, of the things you'll likely find is that he is the youngest of 17 children. He isn't the only amazing person in the world who is the youngest. Millions of actors, politicians and other prominent people in our society are the youngest children in their families. So what is it that makes all these youngest children so amazing?
I myself am the youngest of eight children. Being the youngest in the family has many advantages. The most obvious advantage I have in being the youngest is the relationship I have with my parents. I can pretty much get whatever I want off of them because there's no one else left to spend their money on. However, this relationship does have a few down sides. For example, even right now, this blog I'm writing is an assignment for my English, class and my mom is being extremely officious because she has no one else to bug about doing his/her homework. Also speaking of no one else, THERE IS NO ONE ELSE!! Except for one brother I have left at home going to college, but he's never around, so its pretty much just me and my parents. I guess you could say the only true disadvantage to being the youngest is when everyone else leaves its just you and them(your parents).
But back in the days when most of my siblings were at home, boy was life great. I have six brothers and one sister who are all older and have had more experiences than me. Whenever I'm going into a new class at school, I have seven people to consult on which teachers are good and which are bad; and not only that, I can always rely and live off of the good impressions left on teachers by my older brothers and sister. My older siblings also supply me with a standard to reach in all I do. They never fail to build in me the want to do better than them, no matter how feudal the situation may appear. I thank all of my brothers for my love of sports. All my life in whatever sport I've been playing, I've had six coaches on hand to tell me how to improve. My siblings have taught me to do many things I never would have learned by myself. Many people feel sympathy towards the youngest of big families because of all the teasing and torment they have to go through from their older siblings. I totally disagree with this sympathy. I am so grateful to my older brothers and sister for teasing me etc. Without all these experiences they give me, who knows how badly I'd handle my life?
So as you can see, the youngest of families are almost always the amazing and brilliant people in society. They have to live up to all of their older siblings if not exceed them, and they have all the materials provided to do so.