◆ the secret life of bees.

Secret might not be the right word in this case, seeing as I see bees in public places like near the post office and at schools.

I just felt like using this title. I once read a book called The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. (Unfortunately, I can’t quite remember how the ending went because it was a few years ago. I guess if you read a lot of books and if you get distracted by daily life, it’s easy to forget the specifics of books you’ve read.) Apparently there’s a movie now, too.

Some time back, I was at the place I usually spend my brunch break at school, when it seemed that a few people were looking at something. I heard someone say, “Oh no! You’ve killed it!” so I went over to investigate. It was a very weak-looking bee on the ground. It was still alive, but it was unable to fly and grew more and more pitiful until it couldn’t even bother to twitch a leg. One of my friends and I tried to bring it back to life, and transported it using a stick to a leaf. It seemed like the bee was unable to hold on to the leaf – it slipped downward little by little, and we became fearful that it would tumble in to the bushes, never to be seen again. But it seemed to regain some semblance of life and started to move a little.

We tried to put it on a flowering tree, but the bee was not interested and fell onto the ground. Then another girl came along, seemingly out of nowhere, and picked up the bee with her hands. The bee seemed to be much more energetic upon being touched by a human and began to move actively. The girl started to walk off, so we followed her to the grass field, where she set the bee down on the grass.

Today I came across another bee, though it was not so close to death as the one I had seen previously. It was still moving along, though it seemed to also be unable to fly. My friends and I tried to get it interested in a flower, but the bee was not interested. It would turn and change directions every time we shoved the flowers in its face. We also tried leaves and sticks but the bee would fall off every time we tried to move it from one place to another. One time it seemed as though we had been successful, as the bee was finally displaying interest in the flowers, but then the bee fell off again. My friend insisted on handing whatever stick or leaf the bee was climbing on to me because she feared the bee would sting her. I think it’s fine as long as the bee is unable to move quickly and if you avoid the rear end of the bee. After seeing the girl from before handle a bee, and as they seemed to get along quite well, I am less fearful of bees (at least, bees that are walking on the ground, not the very active bees flying about at the speed of light).

I am hoping to use such logic to convince my mother to let me have a dog. If you are not familiar with something, it is not unusual to be fearful of it. In fact, I was intimidated by dogs, but I’ve met several of them and realized there is nothing to worry about (except for perhaps abused dogs and dogs with rabies). I’ve petted dogs and been licked by them and they have not bitten me. Be sure to pay attention to body language of animals, though…If a dog is growling at you, it’s best to keep away from it.

My mother hasn’t really been around dogs, and she dislikes them. I think it also has to do with my grandma getting bitten by a dog. I wish my mother would give dogs a chance and spend some time with them. She might feel more kindly towards them if she’d only interact with them a little. (If she still dislikes dogs after that, then I can’t hold it against her.) My mom continues to say that I can have a dog…When I’m a responsible adult. That will still be quite a few years away. And I’m not patient. Especially when I could die anytime and lose my chance forever.

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◆ bandana – the flag of hope.

Soon I’ll be going on a school trip to Yosemite, where we will spend our days hiking and writing in our “journals”. There’s a lot of things that I needed to buy for this trip, because I’m not much of an outdoorsman. In fact, I’ve never really been camping out in a tent, seeing as my mom prefers civilization (and I guess I would really miss indoor plumbing, myself). But it’d still be nice to just try it, you know? For the sake of having that experience. It’s not good to judge something you don’t understand.

There’s a whole lot of things that I needed to buy for Yosemite, including…
– A sleeping bag (I almost never sleep at other people’s houses)
– Hiking boots
– Waterproof pants
– Waterproof jacket
– Snow gaiters (well, I guess I don’t REALLY need them, but they’re useful to have. They’re like half pant legs that you can put on.)

There’s probably a few more things that I have forgotten to mention. But anyways, I’ll probably never use most of the things I bought for Yosemite after I come back. We don’t really go hiking much in the first place (probably because I didn’t like to do it…Too hot outside, I usually burned up my energy in the beginning through running, etc. Not that it isn’t nice once in a while. In science camp back in fifth grade, we had the chance to hike alone, and it was really relaxing).

One of the things we needed to get was a bandana. Apparently, when we’re out hiking, we’ll stop to eat lunch, and we’ll be using the bandanas as “plates” for our food. I set to thinking about bandanas.

Bandanas seem to have many uses. They can be used as hankerchiefs if you have allergies, you can wear them to look sort of like a cowboy (and you could also wear it if you’re sick or people around you are sick as a kind of mask), you could put them on your head…I’m not sure if people usually do this, but somehow or other I got the notion that people who have gone through chemotherapy and thus lost their hair tend to wear bandanas to cover their heads.

To me, this gives the bandana a lot of meaning. The bandana is a sign of struggle, showing the battle between people and cancer and their fight to survive. It is a visible symbol of pain, fear, and desperation. At the same time, bandanas also show hope – a little hope that a person will pull through, fight off the cancer, and be able to resume living their life again. Maybe things will never be the same. Perhaps the scars, physical and mental, will always be there. But it’s something precious, getting to have a second chance.

Bandanas are pretty cheap to get, but they’re not necessarily useless. I hope you’re paying attention things and what kind of purpose they really serve. I guess that’s what teachers mean when they’re saying, “You should ask under the surface questions!” You should still pay attention at school, even if you find it boring, because you never know, something important might be said.

My history teacher sometimes tells us stories, such as about having to transport a cake, being a valet, gambling in Las Vegas, and so on. He says we should pay attention since there is something to be learned from his stories; they’re not just for entertainment. I think I might want to be a teacher sometime.

Here are some of my possible careers:
– Writer (well, that may have to be just something I do in my free time, what with the “starving artists” thing)
– Photographer (again, only if I can make a living off of it. Nowadays lots of people have huge Nikon or Canon black cameras)
– Interior designer or travel show host (too bad those jobs aren’t that common)
– Ice cream shop owner (or some other kind of shop, with yummy food XD)
– Fashion designer (it’d be fun to come up with things, and I’d like to steer people away from those really low colors and tight clothing. x_x )

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