Dumbledore Really is Dead

(This will probably not make sense unless you have read the Harry Potter series, and if you haven't read the 6th book and don't like spoilers, don't read this.)

After reading Harry Potter 6, there has been a lot of controversy on whether or not Dumbledore was really dead. At first I was thinking, "Duh, didn't any of you read the book?" But then I remembered how mad people were after they read the 5th book, and how they still thought Sirius would come back. These two examples remind me of Elvis, because when he died, people believed he really was not, and people even started to say he was an alien. People just cannot seem to come to reality when someone they like leaves. Maybe its some sort of defence mechanism, like denial, or they're just stupid. (sorry) So since I believe Dumbledore is dead, and everyone else says he is alive, I have decided to, at least try, to prove my point.

Yes I know this is all silly, and that Harry Potter is fictitious, (No wait, he's British.) but I wanted to write about something I feel very strongly about.

The problem with these Harry Potter fans is that they have no proof that Dumbledore is dead. Mostly what I hear and read is, "He just can't be dead. It's not fair." or "He was faking his death." But why? There is no point in why Dumbledore should fake his own death and go in hiding. He is certainly not helping anybody by 'pretending' to be dead.

I even read a very hilarious remark from one of them: "He'll probably pull a Gandalf in book 7." I mean, come on, who do they think J.K. Rowling is? She is a very talented writer, and she is not going to steal other people's ideas from stories. There is a reason Dumbledore died - so that Harry would finally have to fight Lord Voldemort alone. If "The Only Wizard he Ever Feared" was in the way of their battle, the book would be zero fun. Mostly readers like books when the advantage is in the bad guy's favor, and the hero has to overcome their power, but with Dumbledore there, Harry would just be sitting on the side, watching Dumbledore kick Voldemort's butt. Now, wouldn't that be fun?

While I was researching this topic I came upon this website, and they had some pretty good proof that he was still alive. I was even compelled to believe them, but decided it would be much more fun to prove them wrong, even if my proof sucks. One of the things they said was that as Snape used the Avada Kedavra spell on Dumbledore, he thought a different spell, and so he did not really die. This, I think is rather absurd. How could that even be possible? These people have to use common sense, Snape said it, so his wand did the magic. It's like telling your computer to do something. It'll do that, not the opposite.

Also, this person said that it could not have been the Avada Kedavra spell because it did not do the same thing it did to the other people. In book 4, for example, Cedric flinches as he is hit by the spell, and he merely slumps over dead. But in book 6, it does something different.
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. "Avada Kedavra!" A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape's wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry's scream of horror never left him; silently he was forced to watch as Dumbledore was blasted into the air. For a split second, he seemed to hang suspended beneath the shining skull, and then he slowly fell backward, like a great rag doll, over the battlements and out of sight. (HBP pg. 596)
They forgot to point out that Dumbledore did not flinch, like Cedric did, which could be part of the reason that it was different. Dumbledore didn't care if he died, so he had no reason to be afraid and flinch since it was a quick death. The reason I say this is because in page 595, is says,
"Severus..." ...For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading. ..."Severus...please..." and then he is killed. But Dumbledore is not the kind of man to plead for his life. He cares about his students much more, because whenever they were in trouble, he did not go save his life first. He even came to the rescue at the end of book 5 and fought Voldemort.

They said, "It could not have been the Avada Kedavra, because he flew up into the air," but Dumbledore is a much more powerful wizard than Cedric Diggory, or that one dude that was killed at the beginning of book 4, and because of what I said in the paragraph above.

Just one more thing, and then I am done. In the next chapter, we find out Snape is the Half Blood Prince while Harry tries to use Snape's own spells on him. We've always known Snape was rotten, but when Harry tries to jinx him, he puts Harry under extreme pain, and then runs away, without killing him. First of all, he did not kill him because he knows Voldemort needs to kill him, not because Snape is good and loves Harry Potter. You might think that he hurt Harry just because he's a jerk. No. Snape hurt Harry pretty bad, and kept doing it until Buckbeak came and stopped him. It's because Snape is evil and likes hurting people. So that is why I believe he really did mean to kill Dumbledore, and HE DID!

So, I don't know if you think he's alive or dead after reading this, so please post and tell me what you thought. And if you still don't believe me, then just think, Dumbledore was pushing 150 years, his hand was shriveled and black, and he had just taken large amounts of unknown poison. He was going to expire sooner or later.

Ah, I feel better now.

Prejudice is BAD!

About all of what I am going to write happened yesterday evening. I am kind of shocked that all these things happened in only 6 1/2 hours, but in that time, I decided that you should not prejudge people. And its not just judging them by their bad qualities, but their good qualities as well.

Yesterday when I came into work, I smiled at the fact that we had two more victims, meaning two new employees. Our assistant manager was teaching them how to do things, and they kept getting in the way while I had to make food. Ah, that brought back memories (mostly bad ones). There was one guy, Mr. Soap, and a girl. I knew they probably had no idea what they were doing, so since I was the oldest one there (not by age, meaning how long I've worked there) I helped them do things so that they were always busy.

[This paragraph has been deleted by me for phychological (???) reasons.]

That made me happy most of the day. But after a really bad experience with a bus load of volleyball girls from Idaho got pissed that our lobby was closed, (and they called my manager complaining), Mr. Soap and the other girl working with us, Ash, started going off on what made them mad, and I learned a lot of things about Mr. Soap's past by listening to them. [deleted as well]
What I have learned from this is that you should not just assume what someone is like without knowing the complete story, which is what I do not have. The problem with people is they hear just one thing, and they believe it must be true and then they do not like that person anymore. Thus, I have decided to do the opposite and accept people for who they are and what they do.

I am not sure if that was helpful in any way, but the basic moral of this story is "Prejudice is bad."

Oh, and later that night he asked if I really couldn't go, and that's when he found out I was 16. Ah, that was great. I laughed my head off.

I have really strange dreams. So strange, that I can't look at some people the same way anymore...

A Series of Unfortunate Events

After watching my behaviour towards people and myself the past few days, I decided to find out why I was being so irritable and annoyed. I have been stressed out lately about my job as a mere fast food employee. Those jobs can be terribly stressful in many ways I have realized over the past few months of suppression.
When I began school in August, I believe every day I worked, I considered quitting, forever. One of the reasons behind my thoughts was because the first Friday of school, I had to work, and also all of Saturday evening. Being a teenager, there are some things in this life that one cannot live without. One of the most important ones is Friday and Saturday night, because it is the only evening you don't have homework, and you can do whatever you want. But instead of relaxation, I spent the best days of the week in prison.
After that weekend, I could not think of work without feeling anger and contempt. I knew that the next time I looked at that dreaded schedule, they would give me the same stupid schedule. To my surprize, I had actually asked for those days off, and I was free for a weekend. (Although I was called a few times to come back.) This gave me a bit of time to relax and tell myself that everything was alright, but the past few (wow, one of them just called) weeks have been frustrating.
Well, there's my main reason for being stressed, which causes me to be annoying and complainy. There are other reasons, one of them being that tonight, a FRIDAY NIGHT, I have a meeting at my work. I mean, who in their right mind would ever schedule a meeting at 8:30 on a Friday night? Also, because of my irritability because of these things, I get annoyed very easily by some of my friends, and the things they do piss me off. I know this is not right, complaining to my friends for the wrong doings of my employer, and other people that get on my nerves, but I have realized if I keep all my anger in, I will be a much worse person.
But one of the most painful reasons why I am so grumpy is because I do not get acknowledged for my talents and abilities. Orange knows what I'm talking about. This happened today at school, and the whole reason behind this I blame on...well that's not very nice, I guess partly me, but if not for a certain series of unfortunate events, I would have not ended up in this miserable stupor, writing this painful essay.
I believe what I have learned over the past few days is that I just have to suck it up and forgive people for being idiots. Maybe if I act nicer, I'll be happier, or just if life suddenly becomes fair.