So, St.Olaf

I, not being Christina, am now just blogging about my visit to St.Olaf. I saw her and it was awesome! I also saw Kim (mother) and Austin Sovell.

I guess I don't have to feel to bad because Christina is writing a hood-like essay for school. The only work she's done in a week for school, according to her. Personally I think she needs to just turn it in and deal with it.

So, St.Olaf, why I crawled out of my hole to blog about. I need some inspiration for blogging, any tips?

BAD Liz, yet again off topic! Okay, so the school was gorgeous! It also had the best free food, there were buffet tables all over the place, you literally walked into a room and there was a buffet table. No other school has done that. Though they did brag about their nationally ranked number one food. All according to Newsweek.

 What I really enjoyed was that the dean of the school talked at the beginning of the whole thing. It was nice to be welcomed like that, gave you the feeling of beine wanted as a person and not as another paying student.

 Ah, yes! A picture of the library. My favorite thing to see at colleges. Not the best (U of M is number one so far) but I can see myself doing homework in there. Plus the tall windows give off the feeling of  being in one of those older libraries.

Me having issues with my iphone camera

 What I wasn't a huge fan of was how far away everything was from each other. Reminded me of camp a bit where we walked all the time. It's not a bad thing, getting exercise, but in the winter running across campus (and in the windy rural area) will not be fun.

Another plus, all four years you live on campus. I really like that, a sense of community and such, cookies for St.Olaf.

I saw this door and just had to share it with ya'll

Edward and Bell, but with (I'm assuming) student faces with lab glasses on, go Bio!

And again, but now Jacob has joined the mix. I think the girl looks like a mouse, right?

Importance of wearing glasses, chemistry! (blerg!)

Reminds me of the houses in Count of Monte Christo

By far the best part was the gift shop where I got socks that say 'uff da' (so Norwegian) and there were Norwegian like things all over the place! Oh, how I love Norway! Plus, Harry Potter in NORWEGIAN! My favorite! I have the first one in English and Norwegian, but seeing the others in Norwegian totally made the trip. (I'm so studying it what ever collage I choose to go to)

It's Not All That Bad

The school hallways are always full of stragglers towards the end of the passing time. Before sixth hour I take as much time as I need, Mrs.Drew won't mind. Pulling at my backpack straps I walk up the steps to the second level. A figure walking by sparks me into transporting.

My books are in my hands as I make my way to my next class. The girl in yellow Hufflepuff robes ahead of me has more to deal with. A bag, instrument, and some quills and ink are weighing her down by the looks of it. Professor Binns floats through the wall a ways up, making the girl jump. Her face turns towards me for a split second and I realize I know her.


"Christina." I say as I race up to meet with her. She turns around and her eyes immediately turn down.


"hello" She answers. I follow her gaze to my Griffendor crest on my black robes.


Moving my books further up my chest I let out a breath. She needs cheering up. Suddenly I have an idea. 


"Do you remember when the sorting hat said 'I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat then me'?"


Christina meets my eyes, "I'm find." She says, but her body and eyes say she's not.


"The sorting hat knows everything, it looked into your mind and it knows what is best for you."


"Well, he can be wrong." She states matter-of-factly.


I furrow my brow, "Come on, you don't mean that. Just look at who's in Hufflepuff. Tonks an auror for the Ministry of Magic and a talented shape sifter, Cedric easily the hottest guy in Hogwarts." She eyes my werily. "Think about it this way. Luna is defiantly a bit off, we all love her, but she has her opinions. Am I right?" She nods her head. "Thinking how you do about Hufflepuff you would think people like Luna would be in your house." She nods again. "Luna is smart, thus Ravenclaw is suited for her. You too are smart, but do you know the difference between you two?"


I can see the gears working in her head, "What? She believes in Nargles?"


"No, she isn't creative." Christina starts to protest, but I hold up my one free hand. "Sure, she believes in things, but she just believes in what she is told by her dad or reads in the Quibbler. You have creativity that isn't cherished in Griffendor, Ravenclaw, and especially not Slytherin. Hufflepuff creates wondefully creative and talented people who better the world by doing amazing things. Like you and your music."


I can tell Christina has really been listening to me. "So, what do you say? Are you a Puff?" I say as I pat her back.


"A puff?" She says quietly. "Yea....a Puff..." Walking down the hallway she murmurs by to me.


I turn around and keep walking. I tired, I think. Then I hear the most wonderful thing.


"You might belong in Hufflepuff where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil." Christina sings, reciting the Sorting hats song, word for word.


"Hey Liz" I look to see Christina next to me. "And I guess bye now."

I look to see where she's pointing. The video classroom. Right. I head for the door, but back step to watch Christina walk down the hallway. She'll be just fine, I say to my self, just fine.

Leer

Mind Games

Liz McNaughton

English 10E (5)

Mr. Schield

Creative Essay - Dead Man Walking

5/6/10

Up the elevator I went and down so many corridors I was sure I wouldn’t be able to find my way out. Then one of the doors opened and I sat in a room smaller then my cell for what seemed like hours. Finally the door opened and in stepped special agent Cayman Reed Way.

“Liam Yorson, it’s been a long time.” He gave me a smile and from behind his back he produced a small leather scrap book. My scrapbook.

“Where did you get that?” I said, making sure to sound scared.

“I’m willing to cut you a deal. Give me the location and I won’t burn your book.” Way then took out a lighter and tried to start it.

“You can’t destroy state evidence Way, we both know that.” I smiled at him and before I knew it I was up against the wall and Way was right up in my face.

“Tell me where.” His breath smelled like stale coffee. The side of my head felt cold and I saw his gun pressed up against my skull.

“Never.” I whispered and closed my eyes. I felt his arm as he pulled on the trigger.

Way started laughing. “You think I would throw away my whole career just to kill you? No, I’m gonna’ see you fry. You should have gone with the lethal injection instead.”

A loud noise echoed through my head and it wasn’t until I was halfway down the hall way that I realized it was my own scream.

Brother From Another Mother

He

told me about

everything and

I cared

Love

was an option

for a while,

but not now

The Pain

came slowly

and still

hasn't left

Remembering

is hard not to do

especially when I'm

in my room

The Lesson

i've learned is

one I'll never forget

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He

lit up my world

and allowed me to

believe in lies

Love

what I thought

it was

he didn't

The Pain

is unbearable

there's no one

to blame, but him

Remembering

when I felt

normal and when

I didn't know him

The Lesson

I never needed

came sooner than

I wanted

S: please tell me why you call me Snape!

L: nope....evil glare

S: what's your problem?

L: you're gay....and you really need to fix your nose, i'm not kidding. okay, now go cry in the bathroom.

S: how did you know I was gay?

L: darling, believe me i have my sources.

I hate you Snape. Not the actor the other one.

In Deep

Finally, they were going to do it.

He pulled her onto the bed on top of him. Staring up from the soft mattress he tried to take in everything so he would never forget.

The bus’ brown seats were bland. Outside the season was in the awkward period of changing from fall to winter. Sighing he looked back down at his ipod and scrolled thru the playlist, nothing was looking good today.

Suddenly he felt something on his head, he turned around. A girl with brown hair and green eyes was staring down at him. She smiled and blushed.

“Sorry.” She said.

He took out his ear buds and smiled back at her.

“No problem.” He said back.

He looked into her green eyes and leaned in to kiss her. She eagerly unbuttoned his shirt. Placing her hand in the middle of his chest sent chills up his back. Rolling over he reluctantly let her hand released from his.

“Your saving yourself?”

“I just don’t want to do it with someone until I love them.” She looked back at him with a suborn expression. Her eyes squinting up at him.

“Fine.” He looked away towards the lake they were walking around. She hugged herself to keep warm in the damp fogy weather. Turning towards her he stopped and pulled her close.

“What are you doing?” she said her stubborn eyes searching his face.

He smile. “Kissing you.” He said and leaned forward.

The sheets and pillows were on the floor along with their clothes. Both of them were silent. They were the only two people on earth.

Only seven more days, he thought in third hour science. Only seven more days. He drummed his fingers on his textbook. Turning around he mouthed to her what he was thinking. Blushing she turned back to assignment unwilling the acknowledged that she was thinking about that to.

Her bedroom smelled of a sweet flower. He breather in the smell from the bed. She was asleep, and would be until morning. She was facing away from him, still naked, mouth open and silently snoring.

He couldn’t bring himself to wait until tomorrow morning. Slowly getting up he groped around in the dark to find his cloths. Leaving only his shirt, she could have it to remember forever like he would.

Walking over to the window he opened it and slipped out unnoticed by anyone.

“Mom, please.” He had a serious ton in his voice.

Looking at her son she sighed.

“3,000 miles?” He turned away from her.

“Yep.”

Iv'e been thinking about my conversation with Courtney on Saturday. I talked about things I had 'swept under the rug' and now I can't stop thinking about it. I wrote this at the beginning of the school year. It just seems appropriate.

Tessa's Playlist

Just started listening to Tessa's playlist, it's really good. I think I can see myself permanently listening to songs like this. I'm only on number three, it's called My Friend John by The Fratellis.

My Friend John was the serious one

Buttoned up the book and the job half done

Lazy old boy when the good girls turn

His teeth get itchy and his rubber souls burn

When will he ever learn?

I have two tests tomorrow. I should start studying, but I don't really want to. I should also start studying for the Spanish final. You know, I'm not that nervous. I know how to conjugate in the future and all I need to know is some of the vocabulary and the irregular verbs, but that's easy, just study from now until Tuesday. Yep, the fourth to go! Then only one final on Wednesday. Two on Thursday and one on Friday. Easy as pie!

Today I did part 2 of the English final. I didn't get to see Courtney at lunch! I miss her so much! We only ate lunch twice this week together, it's not the same without her.....The final was to write a personal narrative and tie it into one of the books you've read this semester. Maybe some other time I'll tell you about it, but I really don't like sharing about Susan.

Hola Harry

I wish I could find a media converter that worked with macs. Sadly, dad is even having trouble and he's like a genius with computers (granted I am better with macs) so it's obviously gonna' be a long hard road. I need the media converter for my video for video class. Were supposed to make a video about the past 10 years. And were supposed to use video, audio, and pictures. There has to be 20 things from the u.s. and 2 from our own lives. The 20 from the u.s. isn't the problem, but the 2 from my life....what and I going to choose?

Link (check out the video, very cool)

The play is bomb! As I was reading the scrip while everyone was acting and saying their lines it was just PERFECT! We didn't do as well during dress rehearsal, but we hadn't practiced on stage very much or worked on cues from the stage. It was all a little confusing and nerwracking, but I'm confident we'll do well!

I had a gross in class essay test today. I think I did pretty good on it, but he's a hard grader (in my experience) and I'm just a bit nervous about that. I hope he goes a little easy because it was in class. I had to substitute words for my sophisticated words because I didn't know how to spell them....sad...

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone is amazing, it always makes me happy when I read it.

Spanish Speaking American

NCIS is on tonight, I hope it's a good one. I haven't seen any for a while (you know they went on a winter break) and I really need to. Abby and MaGee are tied for my favorite, they both are so funny. Tony on the other hand is, well stupid. Ziva (personally) freaks me out. She's super cool though. THEY ARE NOT TIVA! (goodness how stupid can people get?)

We were supposed to have a really big english test today. It was an in class written exam. The teacher was gone today so this kid made fun of his for the rest of the hour. Poor teacher. I like him, he's nice, but I don't like the vocabulary tests every three weeks, stupid.

I should finish my character essay so I can watch NICS. I did talk for over 20 minutes in Spanish with Gretchen!

I'm worried about our play, I hope everyone knows their lines by tomorrow.

My Aching Back!

Boy am I tired. It really hit me today when we were putting up the extended stage for the plays on Friday. Man do I need to go to bed. Play practice was fun aside from that. I did my indian (as in the country India) accent for tons of people because I do it better than the actor who is supposed to have the accent. Yea, I rock!

I started writing my character essay. I don't think it will be anything amazing, but it will be at lest an A-. It's about self control and three ways to exercise it. Prrrety amazing....yep...

Got a text from a friend. I'm gonna' pray for them and their family. Can you do that too? They really need it. Man am I glad I have a good family.

I wish I could play sims.

Goodby Break, You Will be Missed

I stayed in my pajamas until 4:45 pm today. I really didn't want to do anything, the only reason why I got dresses was for play practice. I didn't really want to go, but I had a blast when I got there. I always have fun practicing. I really hope the play turns out well. Cross your fingers.

School tomorrow. I'm gonna have some homework tomorrow night. That means no time for sims. At least I could play some this break, of course it was like only two days. Man that game is addicting, I don't know how people can't play it.

I asked mom if I could just live in the basement for the rest of my life. She said no, but I think if I really (truly) wanted to should would let me, she's cool like that. There's just too much pressure to do well and to figure out what you want to do in life. I'm not really sure what I want to do, sure there is directing, but do I really want to do that???

I have to remember to sign up for classes soon. I really don't know what I want to take next year. I also have to write an essay tomorrow, I find that if it's about something I like than the whole process goes so much better. I'll see how I do tomorrow.

Please Don't Explode...

"Well I'm glad to get 2009 out of the way."

That's what my eleven-year-old cousin told me as we were racing up and down her street reining in the new year. There is a fireworks display each year by her house so that was popping and booming behind us.

It was so pretty....if only I had a better word.

Earlier tonight we went sledding on this steep, steep hill. Mom and I went down together and man was that wild! I closed my eyes and it was just a series of big bumps. Mo told me she about peed her pants.

It was so cold that my eyelashes would freeze and I would have to squint my eyes to warm them up. I was thinking it would be a good thing to do a descriptive writing for. I'll have to keep that in mind.

Well, here's to 2010 and the next decade. Let's hope it doesn't end in 2012.