Yes, Shirin is a Precht

My sister went to the State Science Fair today to present her project of which water is safest to drink (I can't recall the actual name, sadly) to a panel of judges. A week ago it became apparent to me that she wasn't all that interested in going and had been nervously and anxiously thinking her way to a ulcer (no, not literally). She would stand with her elbows to her stomach, slightly hunched over, white knuckles to her collar bones. She went anyway, as one of ten students from her school; six girls. She called with ten minutes left on the three hour drive back home to tell me that she received a gold medal in...some specific category. My mom chirped in the background, to which my sister responds, "I want to have a Viking funeral when we get home." My mother was obviously displeased, "Someone next to me said that she was going to burn hers when she got home," my sister responded with a chuckle.
Upon arriving home, or so my sister filled me in soon there after, she "stomped on it." I asked if she took pictures, and she responded with a 'no' but said that she "started yelling...and mom yelled at me and dad laughed." Of course mom would yell at her daughter stomping on the project she was sure she loved and felt no animus towards. Problem was, there was a lot. She then mentioned that she didn't think our mom would let her having her Viking Funeral, "but it would be cool". It was at this moment when I realized that this needed to take place. The project needed a proper destruction, and what better way than setting it out in some filthy water in some lake somewhere. I then asked "could we shoot a flaming arrow as it floated away?", and that she should keep it so we could give it the proper send off by ourselves. She would, of course, need to keep it quiet from mom as she would kill both of us if she found out.
This whole exchange of continuous laughter concluded with my sister saying "so I think that I'm just going to stomp on it and kick it and throw it in the mud until it DIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Now, none of her text was changed from the IM conversation we had. That is actually what she typed and how she felt. Amazing. She had to go, I bid her "good luck with [her] destruction", and we concluded with a couple goodbye's and an 'I love you'. I cannot properly put into words how wonderful my little sister is, but I hope this produced some kind of feeling.