Introducing The Mad Scribe

Salutations Mere mortals,

I am the scribe. This is the domain of me and my brethren. We have come to observe your people's self destructive ways. I’ve seen the mindless dribble you call entertainment and the clowns you call leaders. I’ve witnessed you gather in hordes to tear each other apart and I can be a silent specter no longer. I intend to know what motivates the worst of you and what separates the best of your kind. Here you are granted the opportunity to explain yourselves and I suggest you not waste it squabbling over your petty differences as you are so fond of. I will endeavor to keep an open mind as we examine your world. Your kind are coming ever closer to leaving your own little rock and discovering the wonders of the universe. I'll not have you sully the cosmos with any self-serving nonsense.

Sup everybody,

I’m Brittany and please accuse my rude friend. I came upon the scribe as a pre-teen growing up on the wrong side of the tracks of Chicago’s west side. I was a weird kid by normal standards, with my penchant for asking awkward question, a morbid fascination with the darker elements of the human physique, and the innate inability to read social cues. Take all this and wrap it in a bossy little package and drop it off in a neighborhood more likely to churn out grade school drug dealers and drive-byes near playgrounds than inspire young minds and you’ll get a glimpse of my childhood. Thank god I had a mother who promised to kill me herself before she had to come identify my body. If you think that’s harsh try clawing your way out of the concrete jungle while raising two kids on you own. (Thanks mom)

     As awesome as my mother made a stuff situation it goes without saying that this was not the best place for a curious mind to flourish. It didn’t stop me from trying to the annoyance of my classmates. Though my avid daydreaming did not make me a straight A student I would hungrily devour any subject that grabbed my attention. I recall once in my 6^th grade music class a teacher threatened one of my classmates with a 500 word essay on Ludwig Von Beethoven so I volunteered for the task.

    Though back then my spelling and grammar were subpar at best the teacher was impressed with my unique and if I might say witty take on the drunken genius’s life. It was then that I realized that I had a voice. Now despite my efforts, due to the overcrowded and under staffed nature of Michelle Clark middle I did not obtain the mentorship I now realize I was desperately seeking and thus the scribe was born.

   It began small, the weird kid begins to become a specter in the world and lives a rich inner life as she studies and meticulously appraises others. The face I present to the world became a façade that was necessary to avoid social exile. Only the desire to know never did fade and eventually took on a life of its own. The scribe cares not that she offends or what the world dictates as proper. And if ever the scribe is unkind it is because she has more faith in humanity than humanity cares to show. The scribe knows that mankind is in it’s in his infancy and our future is rife with seemingly insurmountable obstacles but the scribe has faith. For we as humans have yet to reach a fraction of a percent of our capability for our petty nonsense holds us back.

    Not to worry for I, Brittany, am a normal 21^st century girl and if the scribe goes too far I’m the only one that can real her in.