Innovating the Innovative

There was a project we had to do in English. (You may have come to realize we do some strange but admittedly cool things in English.)

The theme of the project and overall concept was innovation. Getting out there and doing something, changing something, making it memorable and helping out, making a difference in a way that was unique and wonderful to you and everyone else. When you first hear of the project, it sounds absolutely amazing. This is honestly a great idea, and it helps shape our fellow students to think outside the box. Instead of making a powerpoint talking about how Romeo and Juliet contributes to the real world or totally winging a book presentation, this project was supposed to be something we could look back on and even put into our resumees one day. It was supposed to be something awesome.

But when I sat there and thought about the project, I realized I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do.


The project was simple grinning at me and I was staring back at it.

I sat there and thought, ‘How on earth am I supposed to do something amazing?’ A lot of my friends raised money for various programs, started petitions, helped others out, all sorts of things. And honestly, they were all great, wonderful ideas, things that would actually make a difference and help.

And what was I supposed to do?

I had no idea.

My saving grace though was when I was doodling with some classmates for ideas and I glanced at the clock and thought about time.

Time. Time + project =….

Time capsule.

That’s it. I’d do a class time capsule.

At first, the idea sounded wicked cool. I could get together a few video interviews with classmates, pile it all onto a DVD, stuff it in a container with several other items students wanted to leave behind for future people to find. It wouldn’t be hard, I could do it. It honestly sounded great.

But as the project progressed, I felt myself grow more and more doubtful towards it. I wasn’t sure how long I wanted the time capsule to be, how I’d leave it so that people would know where it was buried, I couldn’t figure out all these little kinks and I figured I’d just have to go and push it through anyway.

And then my sister brought up one day about how we should go exploring, and she mentioned something I’d been familiar with before, but hadn’t thought about.


Geocaching is a worldwide treasure hunt in the barest of terms. It is literally worldwide, all across the globe people are pariticpating in this massive everyday event. Geocaching involves going out and searching for containers filled with items people have left behind when they found the container, and its a massive hunt through the strangest to most beautiful places to find them.

And I realized this is what I wanted to do.

Geocaching involves moving, getting up on your feet and throwing your mind into the riddles given to solve the location of the geocache. It takes you to places you could have never imagined, beautiful locations and breathtaking views, it gets people involved in this unspoken, global movement.

So I went innovative and made my time capsule into a geocache.



There’s a lot of questions in life.

And by a lot, I mean a lot. Like a crazy, unneccasary amount of questions out there waiting to be answered, explained, and it seems sometimes that none of them ever will.

But at the same time, there are a lot of questions that do get answered, sometimes in the craziest, wildest ways, or the smallest, simplest little actions. Through books, movies, ideals, school, we make all sorts of connections that help lead us to an answer, or at least something close to a solution.

At my school, my English teacher introduced to us something he’d often do with his classes called a BRAWL. We were assigned to read a book, devise questions that expanded outside of a simple war novel and related to the world, and come up with answers to boot.

And honestly, it was awesome.

It was in a simple little classroom at a simple high school that I learned and discovered things deeper than my mind could have imagined.

It was different, amazing, crazy different to see all these ideals and beliefs come into play when my fellow students stood up and answered questions in the ways they thought made sense. There were times when I disagreed and completely agreed, and it was fun to explore this deeper, more intense side of thought in school. I learned that everyone can see this world, our problems so differently. But it was this amazing experience and chance to say and speak about what it was that I believed. What my group and I felt towards these very relevant and very real topics we see all over the place.

I learned how deep these connections go. How far we can trace everything back and relate it to all sorts of problem. Whether its mistakes of the past or choices done now. They all matter.


Plus, I got to stand on my teacher’s desk.

And it was awesome.