Here I Am...

Well... Hi there! My name is Megan D'Souza, and I'm what people would call 'gifted'. Now, I'm not a 4.2 GPA genius or anything, but I am advanced for my age. I am entering high school at the age of thirteen. Writing and acting are possibly my two favorite things on the planet. They not only give me something to do, but they are activities that I really enjoy.

My future career choice is to be the Unit Chief for the Behavioral Analysis Unit in the FBI. It's not some sort of fantasy dream; it's something I am very focused on. I know that people say being in the FBI isn't like the movies. But I'm not in it to kick down doors or diffuse bombs. I yearn to delve into a mind that is truly criminal; to search for that one event or person that made this killer tick. It is a fascinating career that I have chosen to pursue.

Something you should know about me is that I am a child at heart. Of course, I'm only thirteen, but I just love being childish. (Not to the point where it's obnoxious, though; I know when to stop)

Sports and music are huge parts of my life. Playing the guitar provides for me just an escape. I lose myself in the moment and in the music that it's almost hard to keep track of time. Soccer is just amazing for me, because I have been on a team since the third grade. It is definitely my favorite sport.

(P.S. I'm terrible at writing conclusions. So... Bye!)

~Megan~

Wammy'sHouseReject Here :D

My name is Avalon-but most of my online friends just call me Ava. My pen name on
fanfiction.net as well as Blogger is Wammy'sHouseReject. Nice to meet you all :D

I am sixteen years old at the time of this writing (June seventh, 2012). I maintain a 3.89
GPA with minimal effort, and am (not to brag) regarded as a genius by many people. I was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome at about seven.

I love reading,writing, singing, drawing, and watching a whole lot of anime. I study
psychology, history, and Japanese in my spare time. Pretty much anything else
bores me to tears (XD). I'm fond of foreign cultures and language, and (as I
mentioned earlier) anime. Lots and lots of anime. My favorites are Black
Butler, D. Gray Man, Naruto, Code Geass, and Death Note
(not necessarily in that order :P)

I can have a bit of a potty mouth (not right now, obviously XD) and many people tend
to see me as annoying. Online, however, people like me. I have yet to figure out
why that is :P
I have my own blog on this site entitled Analyzing Anime (With Added Alliterative
Appeal XD). I am looking for people to contribute links to good fanart,
doujin, and fanfiction- any help would be appreciated.

I look forward to meeting new people. :)

-Wammy’sHouseReject

Of Quotes and Carl Sagan

Here's a quote that I found recently on a Facebook Page dedicated to science:

""You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares.

You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not.

See, in all of our searching, the only thing that we have found to make the emptiness bearable..... is each other."

~ Carl Sagan

From what I've just read up on this man... he seemed like a hero. He was an astrologist, a writer, and a physicist. He wrote the book, "Contact".

Look him up...and research him. We should learn more about this man! :D

A Standard Greeting From a Not So Standard Girl

Hello! I should probably introduce myself, and show you how unbelievably awesome I am, but I find that I always end up using the same “About Me” post for every site I join. I think I’ll start with that before I move on to the more mundane details of my life.

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"You're looking at the introduction of a college student. A very conflicted college student at this
point. One who spends her days questioning the very reason she's sitting in a Sociology class that teaches her nothing, while there's an English class on Shakespeare three doors down. A college student who spends every waking hour trying to get ahead of the game, so that she can sit down and finally work on the book that has been growing inside her head for many years now

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You're looking at the profile of a dreamer. A dreamer who believes that she can do anything provided she's given the tools to rise up to a decent challenge. A dreamer who has placed her trust in the mind that many people have complimented while others brushed it off as an overactive imagination. A dreamer who always wants to discuss the newest idea that has struck her fancy. A dreamer who has found people just like her, and feels overjoyed every time the topic of writing is brought up.

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You're simply looking at the profile of a writer. One who wants to amuse you, and hopes that everyone finds something they like about her writing. Enjoy and let the story take you on an
adventure. "

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Now I don’t normally ooze poetry- mostly because I absolutely hate poetry, but this just happened to be one of those things that popped into my head, and like everything else up there, it ended up on paper and later on the internet. Now, as promised, onto the more mundane and boring details of my life.

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My name is Ren Kayashima, and I’m twenty years young. I’m a college student working towards a transfer to a university that hopefully wants me as much as I want to be there. I’m by no means brilliant like some of my friends here, but I’ve been told I’m above average, so I have that going for me, I guess.

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I live in a quite home, with a quiet aunt, in a quiet neighborhood. I moved there about three years ago after my life was complete and utter chaos, and I knew that I needed to help myself become the person I knew I could be. I work at a law office answering phones, filing papers, sending faxes, and basically anythingthat would help the lawyer remain focused on the job at
hand so that in turn, I can get paid.

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School wasn’t always the thing for me. Mostly because I felt the need to be everyone’s savior and ignore my own wants and needs. I ended up ignoring the one thing I loved more than anything else: knowledge. I let my grades fall because I simply didn’t care, and now I’m paying
the price by going to a community college.

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I spend a lot of free time writing because that’s where my talents lie. I write a lot. It is no small hobby for me. In the past year I’ve used over 1000 pages of handwritten story lines, all for my own amusement. I write to keep myself from internalizing too much emotion. It’s a good way of
getting my thoughts out there.

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Anyway, I look forward to getting to know you all.

Character Analysis: Kurama/Shuuichi Minamino

Okay, one thing that you should know about this blog is that it definitely going to include character analyses... most likely anime characters. This is a psychology exercise, as well as a hobby. This blog is about sharing knowledge and experience. I suppose this would go in the knowledge/learning section! =D

My first analysis is about a character from a well-known anime called Yu Yu Hakusho. I may elaborate on this character more in the future, as this challenge had a word limit on it.

Here we go:

Kurama/Shuuichi Minamino- An organized killer who uses methodical, precise methods. He most likely has a well above average IQ (though how far above average, I can only guess at...), which, mixed with otherworldly knowledge and well earned wisdom, makes him very difficult to beat in combat. He is very good at acting normal, and well versed with blending into society.

He has the uncanny ability to shut out all emotion when he needs to, making him appear to be incapable of remorse; a Psychopath, in other words. This is not the case. He does, however, appear to have Kleptomania.

He is extremely loyal towards his mother, and has shown the willingness to sacrifice himself for her multiple times. This is stemming from what appears to be years upon years of no familial love whatsoever.

When he is desperate in battle, his personality changes somewhat. He becomes cold, ruthless, and vaguely sadistic if need be. While this could be easily mistaken as Dissasociative Identity Disorder, it is not. It is merely him reverting back to his original personality, allowing himself to strip away the extra emotion and kindness that living as a human has given him.

Despite the fact that he was once very ruthless, bordering on cruel at times; the last 15-20 years of life have definitely tamed him into being the being he is today.

So, how did you all feel about this post?

Some Trials and Tribulations of Being The Youngest

I was the youngest of three siblings, and I was the smartest. Being the smartest, I breezed through by school lessons and my grade levels. I was always the youngest everywhere. I was the youngest at home, at school, and at every event or competition. Not to mention that my last name began with W ... I was always at the end of every list and line. That's another issue for another time. Back to the matter at hand.

I wouldn't have minded being the youngest, if it weren't for the fact that people always assumed that they knew more about everything than I did. Once they would make that mistake, I would have to rectify their error. Then I was further isolated because of my intellect. I was the last one called by name. I was the youngest. I was the smartest. I was the most isolated from my peers and from my family.

It didn't bother me the way it bothered most people, because I'm an Aspie. Not all the things that you hear people saying about Asperger's Syndrome are true, and nothing that you hear about Asperger's Syndrome is true for all Aspies. Each Aspie is uniquely different from any other Aspie, and that's just fine with us. We don't want to be the same as each other, and we don't need to be the same as anyone else. We don't need a lot of things, yet there are a lot of things that we do need. I'm laughing now because I find it amazing that certain things even require explaining. There are not enough blogs in the world to hold all of what we Aspies have to say about anything. So, I'll get back to my original issue of always being the youngest.

There are some wrongs in the world that can never be rectified, and being the youngest is one of them. Nothing you do solves that problem, and each year that you grow older everyone else does, as well. You are not the only ones who dwell upon that issue, because it is always on the minds of those older people in your lives. Sometimes they try to be subtle about it, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are not fully accepted amongst them; regardless of the fact that your intellect is far greater than theirs.

As annoying as this problem is, you cannot fault older people for treating you as if you are too young compared to them. It’s the truth. We may not like (or approve) of the truths that anger us, and we may not willingly accept those truths, either. Still, there’s nothing that can be done about it until you are well into your 30s or 40s; sometimes it takes until your 60s.

Well, that’s a bit discouraging; isn’t it? The best thing to do instead of wasting your time seeking entrance into that golden older realm is simply to be the real you. After all, that is all that you have to work with; so work it! Make your presence known, admired, and welcomed by embracing your intellect and your early maturity. Now look where we are? Maturity is an even longer one-sided conversation than age. We’ll save talking about ways to reveal maturity in more subtle (aka mature) ways that will let others realize that you may be young, but you do not have the mind of a child.

Of course, we can create whatever image we choose for ourselves bearing in mind the laws of the land, as well as the laws of morality. Don’t worry, I don’t believe in preaching morals to others, but I do believe in morals, convictions, fulfilling obligations, and being a responsible person regardless of age. It used to be easy to tell young people to act your age! That doesn’t really work these days when grown folk are running around acting as if they are children. Let’s see what suggestions any of you may have to be of assistance to someone else, who is currently facing this issue.

I’m a firm believer in being part of the solutions, and never any part of the problems. I also believe that we can harness intellect for our good, as well as for the greater good.

I encourage you to comment on this post. I spoke respectfully to you, so I expect respectful comments. You may disagree respectfully. Let’s get this discourse going!

Hidey Ho, Neighbor!

Hello, my friends!

I suppose that now would be the right time to introduce myself, as well as the purpose of this blog. I'm The Amber Raven (call me The Raven) and I am the founder of this project. I am fifteen years of age, and I have been writing seriously since I was fourteen. Before that, I didn't write much unless I had an assignment from school.

I have been home schooled on and off since the fifth grade, which I skipped. (Kinda.... It's complicated. :P) I was in public/charter school for half of middle school, and I have only tried public school once for high school. I am now in the tenth grade.

Next year, I intend to take one-two college courses at a local community college. I'm aiming for Sociology or Psychology, as I would like to become a Psychologist one day. Or maybe creative writing.

For the moment, I'm keeping my options open. XP

Now, I'll stop my rambling and get to the real point of this post: my reasons behind creating this blog.

Actually, I've been thinking of making some sort of meaningful blog for awhile now, I just didn't know what the purpose of it would be. And then, a few days ago, it clicked. I could make a blog for the gifted and anyone else who was interested in learning about the gifted! It was the perfect project for my Psych class, as well as for recreation.

So, I asked around. I asked all of my 'gifted' internet buddies if they were interested in participating.... and thus 'Wanderers and Seekers' was born.

You know, I've never really had meaningful friends before. Sure, I've had friends that I considered as close, but it was never really true. There is something about me, about my personality, that makes it very difficult to connect to most regular people... and it's not like the world is completely full of people that I can relate to.

On average, my friendships are short, shallow, and... meaningless. There's a certain depth in friendship that I long for, and while I have attained friendships such as these, they don't typically last for very long.

A few months ago, I started a journey of true self discovery. I wanted to know how I am the way I am, and why. I wanted to know why I couldn't seem to make meaningful relationships, and why I always felt so isolated, despite the fact that my personality is extremely open and bubbly. Admittedly, I am a chipper person, though I don't know how much of that is truly me, and how much of it is an act.

I looked around, first deciding that I had Aspergers Syndrome. I show quite a few of the characteristics, but there were certain things that didn't fit. And then I remembered something: in the fourth grade, I was tested into the Gifted and Talented program. However, we moved away a few months later, so I hadn't really considered before.

And so I looked up the characteristics of the gifted, and I may or may not have teared up a little. It described me... from how my mind works, all the way down to how emotionally hypersensitive I am.

By that time, I already had quite a few interweb writing buddies, and most of them were as brilliant as the sun in summer. We identified with each other well, despite my ignorance of the fact that I was 'gifted'.

I have always felt so alone, so isolated. It was nice to know that I'm not just an oddity.

And when I look back, I realize how sad and lost I was, how I wandered around, searching for someone, anyone to accept me as I am. I still feel that way sometimes.

I don't want anyone to feel that way.

Now I have friends. People that I can speak to about anything from Psychology to how far away the stars are. It feels so amazing to not be alone anymore.

When it all comes down to it, this is why I created this blog: so that everyone can feel accepted, no matter who they are, no matter what problems they face.

And I hope that I can journey with all of you, no matter where this crazy, capricious world takes us.

With all of my love,

~The Raven

Spidey Senses Tingling

Hahaha, I have a story, it may make you smile, or laugh. But I'll share it because I guess the whole point of this is to share our experiences and ideas. I guess I may become a blog-whore on this site ;) This is the second time I've posted today!

Anyways, when I was in grade six, everybody kind of knew me as the 'smart kid'. So of course, I did 'smart kid' stuff. For instance, when everybody else was paying attention to the teacher, I was reading or doing my own thing. I didn't really pay attention much that year, the school work was easy, and it didn't take much effort.

So, I was reading, and I vaguely hear a question from my teacher. Of course, I ignore it, knowing the answer.

But--to my surprise--my spidey senses start tingling. I can FEEL the eyes watching me. So I look up, and everybody is staring at me. "What's the answer?" They asked me, and I stare dumbly at them for a while, amused that they automatically assumed that I know the answer.

So, I reply with an exasperated, "Do it yourself." And they did end up doing it themselves (with the teacher's help), but nonetheless, from that point on, whenever a difficult question arose, my spidey senses would tingle.

Anyways, I've always found that amusing. Not sure if you do too. But, I'd love to read a post on an experience, be it funny or sad, or even just a favourite quote.

"It is easier to fight for ones beliefs than to live up to them."

Hi, hey, hello!

Ah, hello there, I'm not sure if I should be the first one to post, because it was The Raven's idea, but I'll do it nonetheless. I hope this blog helps you, if you have problems, or questions, or just want to know you're not alone.

This is aimed towards people, not just children/teenagers, but everybody. We've all encountered the "smart people." But what if you're one of them? What they call "gifted?" It's not just rainbows and butterflies, it gets tough sometimes too. So I guess we're here to help, and even share experiences. You're not alone.

And personally? I'd love to read a post expanding on this, from my dear friend S. A. Raven. She'd explain it better and even correct any of my mistakes. And maybe even meet the other people contributing to this blog.

Thanks, Samantha-McDougall.