I am constantly afraid that I will die without having a will. This will be a start: I want to NOT BE CREMATED. for I am extremely scared that I won’t actually be dead or that I will be able to witness in some way myself being burnt to a crisp. I want to be buried in the ground, in some country that meant something to me. Somewhere I travelled to throughout my life, that really had an impact on me. Speak to Kanischka for advice on that, for I am sure i will express my feelings throughout travel to him; when not traveling with him. Hold my funeral two weeks after my death, allowing people to sit shiva, some sort of thing held at a cozy home, if my childhood home is not owned by my parents, for people to come to commiserate together, and comfort each other, for they will all need to be together. the ceremony will be held somewhere beautiful! and cozy, no awkward dressing up, and uncomfortable seating of a meeting place. just a relaxed ceremony that allows people to tell memories of me, make speeches, just say what’s on their mind. and these people can bring things that remind them of me and we will add those into a chest to be buried somewhere in america, for that is my home.
ANNARBORKAN's Life List
1. Find my religion
2. write a book
3. learn german
4. make 1000 paper cranes
5. Beat my depression
6. Send a postcard to Postsecret
7. get a passport
8. help the less fortunate
9. learn about the world
10. help others
11. Write a will
12. become fluent in a foreign language
but apparently it isn’t offered for first year students anymore?
my best friend is german, and although he is fluent in 6 languages, i want to be able to speak to him in german. especially because i will be staying with his family for three weeks next summer. but i am now signed up for french 1, so i will be able to get use of that, and of my three years of spanish; of which i remember little from. and of course, there will be english speakers across europe. i want to feel that feeling of speaking in a different language and understanding and communicating. that sounds incredible.
In third grade I read a book recommended to us by a japanese classmate. I am not exactly sure what it was about precisely but I know a young girl had a terminal disease and 1,000 paper cranes filled her hospital room and she ended up cured. I want to fold a thousand and string them and fill the walls of my room to cure my depression.