You Can Count On Me

This entire year has been like an American Ninja Warrior race. We have all fallen once or twice into the abyss (or the pit of water) that seems like the end. We have fallen from attempting to climb overwhelming obstacles. And we have all been pushed to our limits, endlessly plowing through work in an attempt to achieve the all-sought-after prize: our high school diploma. It seems only now that this goal is in our sights and that this barrage of obstacles is finally slowing down. I am, and I’m sure many of you are, frantically preparing for graduation and visiting families this weekend and for our quickly approaching future endeavors. However, I want to take a minute to thank all of you for your love, support, friendship, and guidance along my journey.

I’m not sure if Lindner has checked blog posts yet, but with all of the stuff happening, I have only found time to sufficiently devote to this post now. As I said to my mom a couple of minutes ago in response to her eye roll when I told her I was working on the blog that was due Sunday, I am doing this entirely for my own pleasure and reflection. I have also been procrastinating because I couldn’t find a topic that I found worthy of being my “final blog post”. Although most of my posts have been pieced together at the last minute and sometimes just complete gibberish in attempt to save my grades, I wanted to make this post representative of all of the wonderful parts of high school, no matter how many crappy parts there were.

With that said, the friendships and relationships that I formed with you all were, by far, the most rewarding part of my last four years of existence. When I was contemplating how to effectively share how thankful I am, I came across one of my old favorite songs/videos. This is a cover of Bruno Mars’ “Count On Me” by the wonderful Victor Kim and Cathy Nguyen. I wanted to shape this post around this song because of its ability to represent my feelings towards my friends. For maximum understanding of this post, I recommend listening to this song.

Whenever I listen to this song, I am reminded of all of the wonderful memories and feelings of friendships. No matter how stressed I was during high school, I could always call on my friends for support or mutual hatred of the assignment we were trying to accomplish. When I look back, I regret not spending more time with these incredible people. Grades are not the only defining factor in a person. I had so much trouble believing this during school, no matter how many times Lindner told us. I believed that I needed to make straight 100s to be accepted. However, I can see that the friendships and relationships that we formed were far more valuable than any schoolwork that was assigned and that I have been accepted no matter what my GPA is. While others are jetting off to far away ivy league schools, I was afraid to share that I will be going to a college that has a reputation of being full of slackers and one that is rarely heard of. However, I was surprised to see all of the support that was sent to me (minus a few negative comments). I can see that my genuine friends will support me in whatever I choose because they have a clear understanding of my character. I have faith, now that we have gone through this marathon, that we will be able to take a step back from our future schedules and recognize the friends that are a necessity for us to complete everything else. I want to thank you all for helping me in this period of my life. Even if I haven’t talked to you in a while, I relied on everyone’s support. Although this line is cheesy and overused, it is increasingly true. However, to make it more believable, I thought I should include a concrete example to back it up. Last week I was busy completing last minute tasks and thought I was done with schoolwork. It was only when someone messaged me reminding me of the green constitution we had in government that I remembered this critical assignment. Without this major grade turned in, my grade would have dropped below failing. Although this is just an example of help with schoolwork, I had even more support emotionally. I recall last year when I was seriously about to have a meltdown at school, my friends gave me sufficient space but texted me later to check on me and to assist me in whatever I needed. No matter how busy you all were with your own work, you all helped me when I needed it. This is why I am able to graduate. I had an unmatchable support network.

In reference to the lovely song I hope you are all listening to, “I know I can count on you” and, thus, “you can count on me”. Whenever you guys are having trouble in the future, call me to help. I will be more than willing to listen to your troubles, give you dating advice (no matter how clueless I am), or to simply give you the reassurance that you are loved. I will be there. I have had the blessing of being supported by each of you and now I hope to spread that support and love.

With this, I will wrap up my “final post”, though I hope I will continue to use this blog in the future. I am so grateful for the high school experience I have had. I am so proud of each of you and the futures that await you. Know that I will be rooting for each of you and that I am not saying goodbye, merely “see you later”. You guys can’t get rid of me that easily. I can’t wait to see you all in the future and to hear about the successful starts to the new chapters of your lives.

 

If you ever feel lonely or like you are not appreciated, listen to this song and remember all of the wonderful people that are rooting for you, including me. ❤

Always Interrupting

I must say, I have quite a few things that people do that just make me squirm in my seat or test my ability to hold in rude remarks on a daily basis. However, what really grinds my gears is when people talk over me or over other people. I would assume all of you know that I talk very rarely in class because I am generally afraid of being wrong or embarrassing myself. So, when I do decide to talk or contribute to the class conversation, I would think that people might listen and respect my opinion since it would be unusual for me to speak. However, there have been too many occasions where my ideas have been plowed over by an outgoing student who talks every thirty seconds and I am left in the dust, mumbling to myself and awkwardly settling back into my introverted habits.

I think it is great that people participate in class and can debate over topics. However, I think it is valuable to listen to others, as well and to learn to read people’s body language. Use these tools to determine whether it is appropriate to try to debate or to simply listen and politely assist them if they get something wrong in their rare burst of confidence. It is hard enough to work past the internal nuisances that make us afraid of speaking. We really don’t need another external deterrent from becoming more comfortable in sharing our opinions.

This is the first thing that came to my mind when confronted with the question of what annoys me. However, there are probably many others that rank pretty close to this in terms of “grinding my gears”. Others include: rude/condescending people, people who lie and cheat to get ahead of honest and hardworking people, and, of course, loud chewing (what a horrible noise).

Anyways, that’s about it for my pet-peeves. I wish you guys luck in overcoming your internal nuisances, whatever they may be. I will also be working on overcoming the things that prevent me from achieving my goals.

Transhumanism?

Recently I have been trying to decide on many of the big decisions for next year. Many of you know that I haven’t decided on a college yet and I honestly have no idea how I will come to make that decision. However, I think I have found a potential major that would be worthwhile to pursue. I have found that I really enjoy math and science and I would love to have a career that helps people in some form. Combining all of these aspects, Biomedical Engineering has peaked my interest and makes me excited to further my education in college. So… I searched “biomedical engineering” in the search bar of radiolab.com and found a podcast titled “Making Better People” (season 12 ep. 44).

I have listened to podcasts for economics and have sort of enjoyed them but I have never listened to them purely for enjoyment in my downtime. I found this podcast very interesting because it discussed some topics involving biomedical engineering such as designing prosthetics for veterans and creating a memory device for patients with dementia. The podcast commented on how it has become increasingly possible to not only fix problems that arise with the human body, but also to prevent diseases or enhance our current abilities.

There is the side of biotechnological advances that explores the use of new technology to fix problems that may arise with the human body and to prevent future problems from arising. The other side explores the use of technology to enhance our human abilities to create a version of ourselves that was better than what nature planned. This belief that the human race can exceed its current mental and physical capabilities is called transhumanism. The question is whether we should use technology to the best of our ability to enhance our abilities or to avoid messing with what nature originally intended. I, personally, think that we should focus our efforts on preventative measures and fixing current problems rather than investing time in research that could dramatically change how humans were originally created.

I was very engaged throughout this podcast and recommend it to anyone interested in science and biotechnology. I find it intriguing how it is possible to create machines like microchips that hold memories or bionic legs that behave like tissue and bone. I am looking forward to delving deeper into things like this in my studies in college and look forward to the discoveries of all of the smart people currently researching biotechnology.

Here is the podcast. Go listen to it.

http://www.radiolab.org/story/168249-making-better-people/

Adult-ing Isn’t as Hard as I Expected *

So, sadly, I have never done or attempted to do my taxes before this weekend. Sometimes I forget I will be entering the “real” world next year and will need to actually become a functioning adult who does things like taxes. Wow, I’m scared already. We are actually touring a possible university for me this week and I’m incredibly excited but also slightly terrified of the thought of living on my own (out of the country possibly??), having to obtain my own food, and, of course the course load (haha it’s the same word I’m funny). But anyway, back to the interesting subject of taxes. The task for this week was a little bit more challenging than expected, but that may be due to the fact that I was trying to do it on an airplane. However, the task was not nearly as bad as many tax-doers make it seem. It was incredibly interesting to see the rumored documents that a surprising amount of adults hate and to work with examples of things I will see in the future.

On to the activity. I found that this person ended up owing the government $2423.41. I have posted the form below. If I did mess up somewhere, feel free to point out that error so I can figure out how to do this before I will be doing this on my own.

I almost enjoyed this activity, however. I enjoy math-y stuff so this was almost in that realm. It was also fairly straightforward with the instructions and labelings on the forms. I feel slightly less intimidated by the thought of doing taxes on my own. It makes me wonder how many things are as scary/difficult as some adults make them out to be. Hopefully this applies to things like college, too. I have hope that college, like this example, will be challenging, but not nearly as bad as we once feared.

Also, Lindner, thanks for taking it upon yourself to teach us a little about this valuable skill because there have been very few teachers who have made effort to teach us any of the numerous life skills that will be necessary in the future.

 

*I put an asterisk because I am seriously afraid adult life will come and slap me in the face if I blatantly state that being an adult will be easy, which I know it will not be, and also because it is entirely plausible that I completely screwed up the activity. Have a wonderful spring break, everyone. 🙂

Unknown

The painting almost reminds me of one of those old paintings of wars (at least looking at the small picture on my computer). The blue and black paint splatters remind me of soldiers from different sides each trying to stay alive. The colors seem to conflict each other, almost in battle. There are also a few burgundy dots on the canvas that look almost like blood shed. Besides that familiarity, I really only see a pretty piece of artwork that could have resulted from an artist just having fun (who knows?). I suppose it is famous because of its enormity (it is taller than me, which is pretty unusual) and naturalness. I think the immense size would highlight the individual strokes of the painting. I’m not exactly sure what other meaning this thing could have…

No name but a number.
Trickles and valleys of paint
Devise this maze
Into a game of Monopoly
Without any bank. Into
A linoleum on the floor
In a dream. Into
Murals inside of the mind.
No similes here. Nothing
But paint. Such purity
Taxes the poem that speaks
Still of something in a place
Or at a time.
How to realize his question
Let alone his answer?

I think Sullivan is writing that the painting is beautiful because it does not have a common meaning or because it is impossible to find the meaning of the painting without the artist’s explanation. The “game of monopoly without any bank” that she describes hints that it is useless to try to find the meaning without a crucial piece of the game/painting (the artist). There are no hidden meanings or recognizable “similes” in the “trickles and valleys of paint”. However, she knows that the painting must tell of “something in a place or at a time”, meaning that it is not meaningless, just unknown to the common eye. She then finishes questioning how it would be possible to discover the question the artist is asking through the painting, let alone find the answer.

 

Confused

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are nearly identical in their appearances, personalities, and perceptions of their purpose in life. Referring to the last of the three, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are completely confused both internally and externally about their purpose. They are not able to find their purpose in life and their identities are confused by their friends, and even themselves. This confusion between them contributes to the idea that they do not have a purpose in the play. For example, when R&G are bantering back and forth, they occasionally call out their own name when attempting to call the other: “GUIL (snaps): Guildenstern! ROS (jumps): What? (He is immediately crestfallen, GUIL is disgusted.)” (Act 1). This exchange shows how confused the two are about their purpose in the play. One purpose they found in the play was the need for them to escort Hamlet to England. When they are having a confusing conversation, they become slightly more understandable when they remember and read the letter given to them by the king. This reminder of their purpose seems to renew their sense of identity and the two become less confusing (for a few lines).

I believe this confusion is used to highlight the identity issues Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are having and to perhaps relate to the constant struggle to find oneself. Stoppard showcases R&G’s confusion to make a point that we are all incredibly confused about our purpose in life and we often think we are not unique (portrayed by R&G’s similarities). Now, I’m not really sure this is what the author was intending when he included all of this confusing stuff, but it kind of makes sense. Who knows, maybe I’m right and Stoppard was just looking to write a book to boost the reader’s self-esteem.

*I thought this featured image was a pretty darn good representation of the characters from Hamlet. Notice R&G conjoined, highlighting their similarities*

PC: http://hamlet.neverknows.com/characters.html

 

Giant Sweaters

Person: “Who’s tired of hearing the name ‘Trump’?”

Me: *raises both hands and a foot*

I’m really tired of all of the political things that have happened since our new president was elected. So… I chose an article that has nothing to do with U.S. politics. Enjoy this post about elephants wearing giant sweaters.

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In Mathura, India, workers at the Wildlife SOS Elephant Conservation and Care Center have begun hand-making giant sweaters for their charges to fend off the harsh winter weather. Most of the elephants in the care of this center have been rescued from “wildlife traffickers, abusive circuses and other harmful circumstances”, which, the workers have found, makes them more susceptible to cold environments. In order to prevent the elephants from getting sick and to keep their previous ailments at bay, workers have made sweaters to protect the animals from the unusually cold night air (getting below freezing). So far, they have been able to make three sweaters for the elephants in their care and use large blankets to cover the others as making one of these gigantic sweaters takes about four weeks.

Since elephants have become more endangered due to the demand for ivory, it has become more important for these animals to be protected not only from poachers, but from harsh climates. Many governments are trying to create a solution to the demand for ivory. Some argue that this may be done by banning the sale of ivory, while others believe legalizing the trade will create less demand. However, neither of these tactics have produced any change in the demand and the number of elephants being killed.

There is always the argument that once they become extinct, our grandkids will never be able to see an elephant. But there is also the fact that with each species that becomes extinct, there is less diversity in nature and if enough connections in the wild are broken, entire ecosystems could be in danger since everything is interconnected. We also lose the benefits of the species when they perish. Thus, we should prevent that from happening and make sweaters for these cold elephants.

 

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/elephants-huge-sweaters_us_58879f87e4b0b481c76b49d6?section=us_good-news

http://www.lostateminor.com/2017/01/24/elephants-get-giant-sweaters-to-keep-them-warm-and-toasty/

 

An Unexpected Date

The gash on his leg slowed him down a bit, but he still managed to carry her towards the town in the distance.

“Stupid.” she mumbled under her breath while they trekked along the winding, dark road and towards the distant lights of a small town.

* 2 Hours Earlier *

Fabio reluctantly walked up the winding stone path to the front door of a towering mansion. The ornate columns that coldly welcomed him to the castle towered even taller than the surrounding evergreens on the secluded property.

Fabio was 27 and had been living in his parents’ basement for the past 6 years after dropping out of college in attempts to pursue a career in video gaming. Despite his contentedness with his current situation, his mother thought he should try to find a girlfriend and/or an actual job so that he could “get a life”. Not wanting to give up his lifelong dream of creating the next World of Warcraft, Fabio agreed to the blind date his mother set up with her colleague’s daughter.

As he straightened up the shoulder pads of his Lord Serpentis costume, he held the costume he had prepared for Tiffany in front of him and pushed a button to cue the elaborate doorbell ring. The solid oak door with swirling wrought iron accenting slowly swung open to reveal his unwanted date, Tiffany.

“Hi” she greeted him with a smile, revealing her artificially whitened teeth as she moved out from behind the massive door. Her clothing was skin tight and not suited for the crisp October air. He had expected this type of girl from a blind date, which is why he had always refused his mother’s pleading. Fabio greeted her back shyly and offered her the World of Warcraft costume that he had prepared, hoping that by revealing this embarrassing side of him, he would be able to cut the date short and return to the comfort of his home by 10 o’clock.

“Woah! An Aegwynn costume?! I didn’t know you were a World of Warcraft fan!” She exclaimed excitedly, inviting him in.

Fabio looked at her in shock. How could she like World of Warcraft? What kind of girl was this? He was pleasantly surprised but still suspicious, expecting some fatal flaw in her character to be revealed later.

She went to change into the costume then returned to the foyer of her large home and asked expectantly what they were going to do.

He responded that they were going to raid Orgrimmar and fight the orcs. But since he didn’t have direct access to Orgrimmar, the woods on the outskirts of their small town would suffice.

He was including as many nerdy terms as he could to try to make her uninterested. This had exactly the opposite effect, however.

“YES! I have always wanted to raid Orgrimmar!” she squealed. “But won’t the woods be dangerous after dark? What if we fall into a river or something?”

“Oh, don’t be paranoid, that never happens.” To be honest, he was scared of going into the woods after dark but was desperate to get rid of this girl he was determined was like everyone else, despite his initial attraction.

So they started their trek from her mansion, further into the woods and into the dark. He was sure she would get tired of walking soon but she continued to lead the way, interested to see what awaited them.

Suddenly, Tiffany fell forward. Fabio quickly grabbed her wrist, but it was no use, they were both tumbling down an incline and towards a swiftly moving river.

The frigid water consumed them, chilling them to their bones and pulling them towards the rocky bottom. They were then spit out onto land as they ran into a protruding sand bar. They coughed and sputtered as they dragged themselves out of the water and eventually began laughing.

“Whose idea was it to go for a hike in the woods?” Tiffany jokingly prodded Fabio as they dried out on the bank.

“Hey, I was just trying to do something different for our date” He laughed.

They assessed the damage to their clothing and noticed that they had obtained injuries from their fall. With the cold water engulfing them, they only began to notice the pain as they warmed up. Tiffany had sprained her ankle and Fabio had a gash on his leg from a sharp protruding rock during their fall. He winced as he touched the new opening in his leg and decided to let it be until they got back to the city.

He leaned over and motioned for Tiffany to get on his back.

Reluctant and worried about his injured leg, she refused at first but then gave in as she could barely stand.

They began their trek towards the only lights they could see in the distance and had a casual conversation. Fabio had to admit that he was wrong not only about blind dates, but about Tiffany when he first saw her. He was glad that his mother had forced him out of his comfort zone and that he had met this interesting girl who shared his interest in World of Warcraft.

“Stupid.” She teased him and laughed playfully. He jokingly threatened to throw her off his back and they both chuckled. Together, they hiked towards the city, both in pain, but both incredibly enjoying spending their time with each other.

The Bad Quarto

I was expecting this bad quarto to be noticeably horrible. However, reading through it, I honestly did not see what was so appalling about it. That is probably because I eventually gave into my mind’s lack of interest and skimmed over the entire thing, assuming it had the same meaning as the original version. They both seem like foreign languages to me and, thus, must have the same meaning right? Wrong. After forcing myself to actually go back and painstakingly (it was actually painful) read through every word of scenes I and II, I noticed there were some things missing that could alter the meaning of the play. To make this post more fun, I have included some Hamlet memes that I found online. Enjoy.

In act I scene I, there was a significant chunk of text omitted from the play. Lines 105-129 were left out entirely. These lines are essential in understanding why young Fortinbras is driven to reclaim lands in Denmark. The text explains that it is the land that his father lost and the soldiers Barnardo and Horatio infer that this is most likely the motive for Fortinbras’ eagerness to attack. Barnardo also states in the original text that it is fitting that the ghost is dressed like the late king and that this could possibly foreshadow an attack on Denmark. The soldiers believe that this ghost is an omen preceding something terrible that will happen. This information is necessary for complete understanding of the entire play and should not be left out.

In scene II they left the king’s entire speech (lines 1-27) that describes his relationship to Hamlet and their messed up situation. This speech sets the scene for the entire play. From this soliloquy we are able to understand that the Claudius became king by marrying the queen after Big Hamlet’s death. It is in this speech that we also see how the king has no guilt about the situation and is eager to move on, encouraging the kingdom and Hamlet to stop mourning. Without this section, the reader would be unable to understand the complex relationships between the characters and the previous events that led to those relationships.

Well… this was fun. Just in case you wanted to go back and re-read the horrible quarto, I have included the link below.

http://internetshakespeare.uvic.ca/doc/Ham_Q1M/scene/2/

 

A Tribe Called Quest

In middle school I discovered a dance crew on Youtube. This group of people surprised me, made me want to start dancing, and basically blew my mind with every one of their performances. This newfound obsession was Quest Crew. One of the things I have noticed over the years of watching all of their videos and liking all of their posts on social media is that they make a lot of references to classic hip hop. One of these that I only recently discovered is a way they address their crew on social media. For example, Victor Kim (a former member of Quest Crew) has posted several tweets about how he is “grateful to have been a part of A Tribe Called Quest”. I never realized these sayings had a deeper meaning. Thus, seeing this name on Lindner’s list, I was pleasantly surprised and eager to explore their works.

A Tribe Called Quest is a hip hop group from the late 80’s and 90’s that is considered one of the greatest rap groups by many. The late Phife Dawg was a rapper for the group and one of the founding members. Their group was known for their alternative hip hop style that led to the experimentation with hip hop beats and techniques. While I was rather reluctant to venture into this new style of music, I came to like it more as I listened. Their song “Scenario” was one of my favorites because of the traditional hip hop beat. It has the sort of beat that you would breakdance to, which brings up fond memories of when I enrolled in a hip hop dance class (please don’t judge me; I was deep into my Quest Crew obsession). Below are the song’s lyrics:

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario

A-yo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don’t know jack, cause Bo can’t rap
Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move faking
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Brothers front, they say the Tribe can’t flow
But we’ve been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so
Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z’s, troop
But here’s the real scoop
I’m all that and then some, short dark and handsome
Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from
I’m vexed, fuming, I’ve had it up to here
My days of paying dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (yeah!)
Head for the border, go get a taco
Watch me wreck it from the jump street, meaning from the get-go
Sit back relax and let yourself go
Don’t sweat what you heard, but act like you know

Yes yes y’all (yes y’all!)
Who got the vibe it’s the Tribe y’all (Tribe y’all!)
Real live y’all (live y’all!)
Inside outside come around
(Who’s that?) Brown!
Some may, I say, call me Charlie
The word is the herb and I’m deep like Bob Marley
Lay back on the payback, evolve rotate the gates
(Contact!) Can I get a hit? (Hit!)
Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we’re ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton
Checka-checka-check it out
The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce
And wow how now wow how now Brown cow
We’re ill till the skill gets down
For the flex, next, it’s the textbook old to the new
But the rest are doo-doo
From radio, to the video, to Arsenio
Tell me! Yo, what’s the scenario

(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo
Scenarios, radios, rates more than four
Scores for the smores that smother dance floors
Now I go for mine, shades of sea shore
Ship-shape plush Grape Apes to play tapes
[Papes make drapes] great for the wakes
Of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader
Bass innerspace means peace see ya later
Later (later!), later alligator
Pop blows the weasel and the herb’s the inflater
So yo the D what the O, incorporate I-N-C into a flow
Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight
Laugh yo, how’d that sound? (oh!)

It’s a Leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)
Never on the left cause my right’s my good ear (ear!)
I could give a damn about a ill subliminal
Stay away from crime so I ain’t no criminal
I love my young nation, groovy sensation
No time for hibernation, only elation
Don’t ever try to test, the water little kid
Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did

I heard you rushed and rushed, and attacked
Then they rebuked then you had to smack
Causing rambunction throughout the sphere
Raise the levels of the boom inside the ear

You know I did it
So don’t violate or you’ll get violated
The Hip Hop sound is well agitated
Won’t ever waste no time on the played out ego
So here’s Busta Rhymes with the scenario

Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind
Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind
Powerful impact – boom! – from the cannon
Not bragging, try to read my mind just imagine
Vo-cab-u-lary’s necessary
When digging into my library
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Uh! Uh! Uh! All over the track man
Uh! Pardon me, uh! As I come back
As I did it yo I heard you beg your pardon
When I travel through the town I roll with the squadron
RRRRRROAW RRRRRRROAW like a dungeon dragon
Change your little drawers cause your pants are sagging
Try to step to this, I will twist you in a turban
And have you smelling ripe like some old stale urine
Chickity-choco, the chocolate chicken
The rear cock diesel, buttcheeks they were kicking
Yo, bust it out before the Busta bust another rhyme
The rhythm is in sync (Uh!) the rhymes are on time (time!)
Ripping up this dance just like a radio
Observe the vibe and check out the scenario

Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario
Here we go yo, here we go yo
So what so what so what’s the scenario

The first lyrics encompass the hate they received as their group released their first album and describes how they overcame that hate and are more talented than people expected. Throughout the rest of the song, they are pretty laid back with the lyrics and create a more relaxed feel that just makes you want to bob your head (or b-boy, you know).

I’m glad I have finally found a song to revive my bboying “skills”. Thanks, A Tribe Called Quest. I’m going to go break every bone in my body. You should all listen to this song and go try out bboying just for funsies.