Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

*No Spoilers!*

Well! It's over. The phenomenon that is the Harry Potter books is finally finished. All the slightly rabid fans (myself and sister included) have had the last long wait, and have finished reading the final book. I stayed up till 4:18 Monday morning finishing it. And it was worth it. Although, surprisingly, I thought there was something that could have been done better, there was a major plot hole about the Horcruxes, and I want to know what happens to some of the other people who were not included in the Epilogue. But over all it was probably the best one, closely rivaled by Half-Blood Prince.

On the subject of Lawn Mowing...

The Golf course periodacly is kind enough to mow(sp?) our rather large lawn. But they aren't very regular. Sometimes they wait to cut it till it comes to ones knees (nearly) and sometimes when it it is about as short as it can be they come back and dig holes in the yard where it is slightly uneven.
Well, today I was peacefully writing an email and mom was reading on the overstuffed chair. We were the picture of tranquility and summer relaxation.... When suddenly there came the sound of a lawn mower!
And there he is! The eighteen year old golf in-turn speeding along over our yard on a RIDE ON MOWER! SPEEDING! It was one of the oddest sights imaginable...

A Flipping Coin

If you have NOT seen the movie Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End Please DON’T read this as it will gave away major plot things…*

A flipping coin; falling, spinning in darkness. There is nothing to look at but it. A most memorable image from the newest swashbuckling, seafaring, motion-picture: Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End. This emblem is merely supposed to show that someone is dead, but there is far more to this image than first meets the eye.
It is more than a piece of imprinted metal. It shows the whole theme of the movie. Oh, yes, there are scenes of sword fighting, and ships locked in combat, but the real theme of the movie is two values which cannot exist without each other.
When Will asks Elizabeth “If you make your decisions alone, how can I trust you?” Her answer is correct “you can’t”. This is a low point for the romance of the movie. Nether of our dear lovers are ready to trust each other. Elizabeth killed Jack, but did not tell Will, letting Will in despair thinking that his fiancée was in love with another. Will, to further his plans, choose to side with Beckett to try and rescue his father ‘Bootstrap’ Bill, from the Flying Dutchman and its heartless (literally) captain, Davey Jones.
And yet, if you care to look, Davey Jones is not all as heartless as he would like to appear. He loved a woman. Still loves her, in fact. A woman as untamable as the sea, because she was, in fact, just that: Calypso, a goddess of the sea. A long time ago Calypso gave her love a task. He was to ferry the souls of those who died at sea to their place of rest, and when he had completed ten years of that, if, when he came home, his love was waiting for him he would be free from the task. However, when he returned, she was not there, being as fickle as the sea, to which she belonged, she had betrayed him.
So he betrayed her and taught the counsel of pirates how to bind the goddess into human form. He also cut out his own heart to spare himself pain. Locking it in a chest he hid it on an island so that none could hurt him again. He kept his heart locked away.
But when he stabs Will, with the sword that Will himself made, the tide it turned and the curse has another chance to be broken. The heart of Davey Jones is in peril! Jack has it at sword point, but he knows he can’t stab it. Yes, he wants to live forever but he cannot stand to be bound to anything and he cannot abide contracts. He, in short, cannot be the captain of the Flying Dutchman.
But Will Turner already has a wife. Someone to stay on shore and stay faithful. With Jack’s help Will stabs the heart, and dies. Jack saves Elizabeth who is heartbroken, as the Flying Dutchman goes down. But then! The Flying Dutchman resurfaces with a new captain. William Turner, his heart now residing in the chest. He can spend one day on land with Elizabeth and then has to depart to do his duty: ten years of ferrying souls. Before he leaves her however, he gives the chest with his heart inside, into his wife’s keeping with the request “Will you keep it safe for me?” and she promises to do so.
But we are not left to wonder if Elizabeth will stay faithful. After sitting through all the credits we are treated to a short scene labeled “The Years Later”. Elizabeth and a young boy (apparently their son) are standing on a cliff watching as a ship comes in. You see Will standing on the rigging looking towards home. And as we pan back to Elizabeth’s face it is illuminated by “The Green Flash”. A sign that a soul (Will) is returning to this world.
He died for her; she remained faithful though ten years of his duty. And so: Self-sacrifice and Faithful-love are two sides of one coin. You cannot have one without the other.

Sestenia

The following poem is one that I wrote for Writing Class this past year. It is called a Sestenia and is one of the more complicatedly easy poem styles. I didn't really like it much but I thought I would post it as it was interesting. You will notice that there are six words that are repeated in a odd sort of way at the end of each of the lines. It goes something like this:
First Stanza: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Second Stanza: 6, 1, 5, 2, 4, 3
and so on, changing the order in an organized and consistent way.
The last three lines hold all the words.
There is no meter.
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Here wings this orb, half’s made radiant
By the shining rays of a setting sun.
A ball of fire that creeps below the sky.
Or a rising sun; a new kindled light, glowing
With the promise of a new day.
Entering into the sky; a blaze of light.

It rises or set, and in its movement seems as light
As a feather, and smooth as it is radiant.
It brings light and life to the day,
And last vestiges of heat as it becomes a setting sun
That will keep this world with just enough warmth; glowing
Is the horizon and the sky.

The first beams of light pierce the morning sky,
The tips of every tree are bathed in light.
The streams and rivers are set glowing
And the very air is radiant—
Made so by the thundering chariot of the sun
That, with its light, wakes the new day.

The dieing sun is the end of the day
That was watched over by the sky
And guarded by the sun.
The sky is filled with inexpressible light
That is bright and radiant.
And yet remembers warm and glowing.

Now right above our heads the chariot is glowing
It starts at East and ends at West, and in between lights day.
It shines down on tree and lake. Radiant
The globe of light, which illumines the sky,
Sails serenely ‘cross the sky; trailing light.
None gives so much light as does the sun.

And now, this noonday sun
Shines and sparkles. Glowing
Down on life and work. Giving light
To the busy world and day.
It rides its chariot across the sky
And lives with air and is radiant.

Another Day of Light
Is ruled by a Radiant Sky
Lit by a Glowing Sun.

Celeidgh

(And yes that is how you spell it, I believe. (It's pronounced "KAY-lee"))

Tenth had a Celeidgh tonight. A Celeidgh is a Irish or Gaelic evening of dancing. It was really fun and I don't think I have ever sweated so much while having such a good time. We did all sorts of dances, in some of which I actually understood what I was doing.
I now understand why all the girls in Pride and Prejudice (and other such novels) always loved going to balls; it is very fun to do something with such a large group of others. What I can't figure out is how on earth they managed to dance in floor-length dresses with corsets. Oh, well, I suppose that they, actually knowing how to do them, were much more graceful and therefore used up less energy...
Well, all in all, I enjoyed it immensely and I hope very much that they do it again.

Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End

NO SPOILERS!!!!

I went to see Pirates 3 today. Daddy was telling us how crowded it would be but we were plagued by doubts given that we were going to the 9:10 AM showing. Indeed, there were about seven other people there. It was nearly 3 hours long... but worth every moment. It kept you on your toes, never knowing the next thing that they would run into. It left you (or at least ME) wishing to watch it again to iron out all the wrinkles about what on EARTH (or not, given the title) was going on in certain scenes.
My only advice for those of you who will be going to see it: hold your breath, listen carefully, and stay 'til the VERY end of the credits. I mean the whole way to the end as there is a rather important scene that helps to conclude the movie. It also helped me to come home a read a detailed synopsis on Wikipeadia...
All in all it was a wonderful movie, that was great entertainment. The battles and swashbuckling was well done; Jack Sparrow was as priceless as ever; it was (Hannah thinks) Kira Knightley's best performance (but she dislikes that actress) and she was really good; their were even moments when you wanted to yell "Wait! That can't happen!" but, of course, it happened anyway; and if you think about it it has examples of really good morals, about which I hope to write a short article.
I am looking forward to seeing it at least once more in theaters if not twice.

“Spells”

A spell (that breaks the pace of life abloom)
Disrupts life’s tale. Tells of events epic:
Living bodies in an eternal tomb.

The first spell’s cast by a bringer of doom
This tangible spell’s effect is basic,
Living bodies in an eternal tomb.

Not so the next. A game act, from His bloom,
To release His life fully, for our sake.
A Love that broke the pace of life abloom.

Buried three days in dark, despair, and gloom
His disciples’ hope and strength burnt like wicks.
Eternal body in a living tomb.

A different “spell”, “cast” over us, by whom
Many lives saved. Those who sing His lyrics,
Will find broken the pace of life abloom.

He rose again, it need not be assumed.
Within His will, it’s our predestined pick–
(an act which breaks the pace of life abloom)
Living bodies or an eternal tomb.

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(This is a Villanelle. One of the stiffer forms of poetry. Given that I don't have time to blog, and yet feel sorry when I don't, I am forced to blog my poems...)

Thunderstorms

There is an oppressive feeling in the air.
The sky lowers angrily
And there is an air of expectancy,
About the atmosphere.
Then! What’s that?
Suddenly, a CRACK! and droplets of water,
Thousands of them fall through the air.
Splattering the pavements with rain, and
Creating rivulets of cleansing water,
Through the city,
Which scuttle in the gutters.
Tiny rivers. Little rushing rivers.
That wash away the dirt of days past.

A friend lost, to distance or death.
Or even just a disappointed expectation.
Many things in this life
Can make us shake with fear.
Trials and hardships
That shake all that we believe
Or simply make us wriggle
‘Cause we don’t know what’s next.
Tests come in all different sizes,
And often, when we think we’re not ready,
They’re sprung on us, or may come
In a simple, slow and steady pace.
They even may be long in coming, or long in leaving, too.

Trials can sometimes
Seem more than we can hold.
And we can’t see
That any help will come.
“There cannot be a dawn,” we say,
“There isn’t any hope!
I am locked into my misery,
And it cannot do me good.”
We laugh at those who say that clouds
Have a silver lining. For we say
“They can’t be right. And I’m the only one to ask!”
But we are often cleansed and washed
By the most oppressive trials.

VERY Good Movie

Well, if any of you have not seen the new movie called The Prestige you really aught to. We got it out and watched it last Sunday. It is a movie that makes you think about what it is trying to say. I was a bit sceptical about its premise (I had gathered what I THOUGHT the premise was from hearing about it from people and reading about it online.) I thought it was simply about two magicians in Victorian England fighting for who was the best. But while that is there, there is SO many more themes and truths conveyed.
You never guess the ending until it is sprung on you (at least I didn't) and it leaves you with things to talk about. Like convincing Daddy that it WAS a believable plot because while some of the things would not have worked in the real world "that is the reason for fantasy." As I said to him "In all good fantasy you are asked to make one big assumption. For WOM to work you have to make the assumption that in Victorian London people really could walk around throwing spells at each other. In The Prestige, the assumption that you are asked to make is that the machine can actually work."
It doesn't happen often that a movie sparks loads of conversation, I think it happened last with The New World. Which was also good. I am looking forward to watching The Prestige again with Mom and ironing out some of the kinks in my remembrances of it.

Would anyone care for a portable construction site?

Well, if any of you do one has moved into our hall. Over the last 2 years the men have been working on our steps. But it has never really looked like a construction site. It had jack holding the stairs up, and even the occasional piece of draped canvas, and a wrenched up floorboard or two.
But our state of peaceful construction IS NO MORE!!!!!!!! No, the plasters have moved in for the week, bringing with them everything from scaffolding to (and this WAS a surprise) plaster. Now there is scaffolding rigged up on the steppes and plastic hanging everywhere, protecting the wood.
There is a powdery smell that lingers in the air.
There is metal(sp?) poles and wooden platforms nearly blocking our way to the upper stories.
There is progress! Which is cool!
There are six men scrambling around with large amounts of wet plaster and long sheets of dense chicken wire! (which they nail to the underside of the stairs and slather the plaster on)

Pork at Passover...

We had a hectic week, but right in the middle we had pork for passover. I trust that you all know that pork is like the unclean of the unclean as far as Jews are concerned. However, given that we are not Jews and that God said that nothing was unclean unless he made it so, we had pork for passover.
And it was very good pork.

Things...

Well, miracle of miracles, the day has come at last! Ray and Tom are taking down the jacks as I type. Mom and I were watching them for a bit and there is now no longer a large metal poll in the middle of our hall. It's amazing! I am trying to figure out how I am going to get up the stairs, because I am so used to using the jacks at every turning to turn the corners. How odd not to have them...
Ray says that the plasterer will be coming tomorrow so it should be interesting to watch him (or they) work between bouts of Science, Lit, Writing, Math, and of course arguing (sp?) with Sarah M about WOM...

SNOW!

Well, it has happened. It has snowed, or really, it has sleeted. As today is Saturday i managed to crowbar Hannah outside to "see the snow." with the promise that it would "do you good". We walked and ran and of course fell down on the miscellaneous patches of ice from the falling water off the roof.

A Castle!

We ended up making this (and no, you shouldn't ask what it is.) It started out as my trying to make a place where the cat wouldn't be able to get out of but it sort of morphed and soon there was the crenellation and in the picture I am working on the gangway and the outpost.

Mercy!

She had no mercy.

Neither did I.

But it looks like I won.

And the best thing was that I got to laugh maniacally(sp?) for a long time as mom tried to get the camera to work.
And don't forget to look at Hannah's account of the day: http://idratherbepracticing.blogspot.com/

Emma

Ahoy! I'm back. I have a frantic week of school and got hardly anything done. Oh, well. In my class with Miss Fletcher this morning we had the BEST idea for a writing assignment. What happens if you were to change something in Emma. Like an event. This is what we came up with.
Emma accepts Mr. Elton when he proposes. That would allow Mr. Knightly to marry Jane Fairfax, and Harriet Smith to run off with Frank Churchill!
I thought it was funny.

I am going to post my work on Wuthering Heights on my other blog. You can access it by clicking the "My other Blog" link on the left.

Movie night

I'm so happy! I have been invited to join the Lit and Writing class that I was in last year, and watch The Importance of Being Ernest, which we read last year but I couldn't go to the movie night because my cousins were coming. But now I can go. Yay!!!!

Another new blog

My dear mother has decided to venture after my sister in the realms of cyberspace. She too now has a blog, and that blog now has a link on my blog...

Another Picture

Ahoy, here is a picture that I just thought was really cool...

Book

Well, Spindle's End was a really good book, and there was one REALLY surprising thing that happened, but I shall not tell. I didn't particularly like the thing, but you can't deny that it was different.

Reading...

I have added a new section to the left side of my blog. The Current Reading section. The books that are stared I am reading and the one's that are not stared I have finished... If there is a ":)" with it I liked it, and if there is a ":(" I didn't.

What a juxtaposition!

I found myself knitting while waiting for a website to load in on Hannah's laptop, which was in turn sitting on my lap. It was kind of a clash of cultures or times or something... I don't know, but it struck me as sort of funny..

New story...

Happy Valentine's Day!

Now if I only had time to work on it it would be helpful.... sigh! I think it is slightly better because the characters are very loosely models after people i know. And when I say loosely I mean really remotely. They were supposed to be closer but it just didn't happen that way.... oh, well.
I must get back to school, but I think I have less to do today then on other days this week so perhaps I shall get more writing done.

Oh, and the guys are here banging and sawing and drilling away on the stairs. I don't even want to think about what they are sawing on.

More Wuthering Heights... and other matters

Mom asked me this evening if I would be done with school for today when I finished science. My answer to her was "I'll never be done. When I am done there is more Wuthering Heights to read." And it is SO true. Miss Fletcher assigned the rest of Wuthering Heights to me for this week. Oh, happy day! [If you have missed the sarcasm you must be very dense] But, it is better than being assigned the rest of a very dull book. At least I like Wuthering Heights. Oh, well....
Sarah Em and I are back in full swing of editing The List of Names, having had a period when we were arguing about a phrase in one of my letters so much that we hadn't time for editing. But we are back now, and Sarah is editing the 29th (Ani's 15th) letter (of 68 I think) at this very moment. I think... She had better... :)

Don't even ask why I am still up. Yes, it is 11:44 and I am still up on a Saturday evening but I was up until 2:00 last night. I was at Sarah's house and had a ball. We watched The Devil wears Prada and Legally Blonde. The Devil wears Prada was better that I half expected but then, can you go very wrong with Anne Hathaway and Meryl Streep? Legally Blonde was just as good as ever. After that we talked until two about WOM, TROD, and nothing in particular. It was wonderful.
I found that we are in an interesting pickle. We have finished writing WOM which means there is no plot to figure out for it. But since we are editing it we can't really talk about TROD's plot until we finish editing WOM. It is a bit confusing not to mention that sometimes we don't have that much to talk about when we don't have our writing... Oh, dear.

Waiting....

I just wrote this poem today and I don't know why I am posting it on this blog and not on my other one. Who knows....

Well, I don't really know what this is supposed to convey but it was fun to write. It started because we were waiting for Hannah to come out of the Kimmel(sp?) Center. I don't know if it is done but now I post it.

Waiting...

Here I am,
Waiting,
Waiting in the cold,
Waiting for my sister

Here I am,
Waiting,
Waiting in the dark,
Waiting for inspiration

Here I am,
Waiting,
Waiting in the shadows
Waiting for my moment

Here I am,
Waiting,
Waiting in the now,
Waiting for surprise

Here I am,
Waiting,
Waiting in the emptiness,
Waiting for a friend

Here am I,
I am life.

A new blog... not mine.....

And now Hannah has a blog. She has ventured into the realm of cyberspace one step more. Please feel free to click on the new link and say "hi" to her and her new blog. We are so proud of them. As Fred or George Weasley put it we "might seriously consider admitting that we are related", or something like that.

Monstrosities

I know two posts in a day is a bit much. But I have pictures of what they are putting in the stairs.

One: The first half in the stairs:
The support is the large, ugly, metal thing that has rust on it. Running horizontally to the bottom of the picture.

Two: The second half in the stairs:

It is the slightly smaller, ugly, metal thing that has rust on it. This piece too is running horizontally to the bottom of the picture.

Three:

What appears to be the next, slightly smaller monstrosity. Not yet inserted into the stairs.

Four:

A nice close up of Fairmont Park's wonderful welding job

Wuthering Heights...

Did you know that the word "Wuthering" is not in Word's Dictionary. It means "wind-blown" or "windy", but Word doesn't have it.
Oh, well, I didn't log in to tell you of the faults of Microsoft (although there are many).
Have any of you read Wuthering Heights? I would highly recommend it if you have. I have finished it, but unlike Jane Eyre, which I also haven't finished, I and connected to the Characters in Heights.
I don't know. Perhaps it was just my general disinclination towards main characters , but I didn't like the character of Jane at all. Like, I want her to marry Rochester so that Rochester will be happy. But I do like Heathcliff, although I don't think I would be very keen to meet him.
Perhaps the difference for me is how i started reading them. I have to read Wuthering Heights for Writing Class but I only started Jane Eyre because I had read Thursday Next: The Eyre Affair which piqued my interest because I wanted to know if what happened in the Thursday Next book, really happened in Jane Eyre.
Whatever caused the difference I an determined to finish both of them, for I really want to know how Rochester's first wife dies(Eyre) and what happened to Catherine(Heights) that made Heathcliff go sort of all mad and vindictive.

Grandmama...

My dear Grandma is back from a month-long stint in Florida with my Uncle Bob. She is really tired and glad to be back.

A thought...

IT'S SNOWING!

So sorry, that was not the thought. and it is really more a delima than a thought. I have thought of a phrase that I want to use but I already have two blogs (one that I don't use much) and I don't know what I would do with another email address.... If I come of with something I will be sure to post it.

OH, a thought!

Do you like the name of the other blog or should I change it?

A book...

I have just read for the second time what I think is the only book to have made me cry. I remember crying last time i read it as well. What is funny is that I end up crying over a character who we only met at the beginning and isn't really that important.
If you should care to read the said book it is called Gregor and the Marks of Secret. However, I would suggest that you read the three books that come before it first. Gregor the Overlander, Gregor and the Prophecy of Bane, and Gregor and the Curse of the Warmbloods. They are all very good and I am eagerly awaiting the fifth and last book (coming on May?) Gregor and the Code of Claw.

Yaaaaaa!

Quite by accident I managed to talk myself out of reading The Master and Margareta and into Wuthering Heights. Miss Fletcher asked me to pick a section from a book of essays and such and I picked the first chapter of Wuthering Heights and she was like "would you prefer to read that rather than the Master and Margareta?" So now it is much more better (as Jack would say) because I have a copy of Wuthering Heights.

Less than Panic

Well, I have moved away from the edge of the edge of panic to just being busy...

• I finished the outline and rough draft only to get an email an hour later telling me that the teacher had moved it to only being due by Monday the 22nd. I sent it to him anyway.
• I have gotten to the 19th chapter of Luke looking for historical references
• I still have no idea where to start with the Historical-Proofs-of-Christ Paper
• I got Bible done yesterday
• I didn't get German done
• I calculated that I need five hours of math a week in order to get a credit of math for tenth grade
• I just finished the writing assignment
• Miss Fletcher says I don't need to get The Master and Margareta this week
• I finished the Antigone Questions today
• I did do a lesson of math today, and will be going over it with Daddy this evening

"Can we panic now?"

Alright, let me explain why I am on the edge of being on the edge of panic. Here is what I have to do:

1. A outline and rough draft of a 2-4 page essay on comparing Esther and Antigone for Literature class. Due Tuesday at noon. I started working on it this morning.
2. I have to go through one of the gospels and write down the historical references for History class. Due the 18th.
3. I have to start work on a paper for History class about historical proof (Bible doesn't count) that Jesus was real, and why it is important that he was indeed a real person. Due on the first of February.
4. Work on Bible Memory every day except Thursday.
5. Do a lesson of German every day except Thursday.
6. Do a lesson of Algebra every day except Thursday.
7. Do Science Monday and Wednesday.
8. Do a writing exercise for my Writing Class about the kitchen.
9. Try and figure out how to get my hands on a Russian novel by the name of The Master and Margareta. And no that is not necessarily how you spell it. But I don't have time to look it up right now.
10. I should do the study questions for Antigone for Literature class.
11. I need to edit a letter for The List of Names
12. I technically should be going to choir this evening but I think that I am going to give it up this semester.
13. I have to do more math...

Does that scare anyone? It sure does me!

Bellaire Update

Well, the Fairmount Park men have been here. They are trying to fix the stairs (which, for those of you who don't know, were coming down).
We learned that the stairs were apparently built away from the sight of the real building. There must have been a misunderstanding because apparently the stairs were too small. So they (the original builders that is) decided to put in a second beam next to the main beam so that they didn't have to rebuild the stairs.
Well, that was all very well 300 years ago but now apparently some of the "summer beams" have slipped off of the second beam and are just floating. And, no, I have no more idea what a "summer beam" is than you do. If any of you have ever heard of them please, please comment and tell me what they are.
So, the huge piece of metal that they were supposed to be putting into the stairs on Thursday is not in and who knows when it will. Or the three of four that will be following it. Did I mention that the "steel rods" that they are using weigh twenty pounds per foot?
I will try and keep you updated on the house...

Winter

Apparently the long term forecast says that winter will really make and appearance this winter. (Wow! that WAS a confusing sentence if I ever heard one. Sorry.) But it says that this year will be as bad as some of the other winters that seemed like they would be mild.
Well, I certainly hope it happened...

Oh, on a completely different note the men from Fairmount(sp?) Park have been floating around and they are coming tomorrow to put a piece of metal in that is supposed to hold the stairs up. The metal weighs twenty pounds per foot, it must be about seven feet long, and these men are going to raise it above their heads and try and insert it into our stairs. Oh, Joy and delight! I am almost glad that I'm not going to be here.

Bellaire Manor

Down the stairs I run,
Past the two small white-walled rooms.
One, two, three,
Past the two high-ceilinged rooms.
Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty,
Past the two large state-rooms now,
Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three,
And into the warm inviting seventh room.
Forty seven, forty-eight, forty-nine.
And now as I sit,
I have to think,
“What do these seven rooms know?”
How long they’ve stood?
Two hundred and ninety two years it’s been
And known a many thing.
It’s last through three wars at home,
And many more abroad.
It’s older than the country in
Which it now does stand.
It has seen things as a colony,
As a nation torn apart, And now at last as a united land.

School

So, here I am... Working on finishing a short story for Writing class tomorrow. It doesn't need to be done by then but as I have something else that does I might as well write the short story in order to avoid writing the thing that needs to be written. Given that it is due tomorrow I suppose I really should get a move on. Perhaps I shall post the short story on one of my blogs. Then I could see what other people think of it.
I just finished reading Oedipus Rex on Monday. It was very odd because, in case you don't know, it is all about a man who have had a prophecy mad about him to his parents ends up killing his father and marrying his mother. He tries to escape the prophecy but of course it doesn't work. How odd.

Sheer Randomness

1. Tenth Church Choir is singing Brahms's Requiem in German
2. Today is Snape's (from Harry Potter) birthday.
3. I didn't have a History class on Thursday (therefore I don't have homework for it) and yet I still feel rather on the edge of panic about school... (I am SO behind on Math...)
4. Is it impossible to convince someone that Homeschooling has it's merits?
5. ..............................
6. How has all the water managed to seep out of Hannah's homemade snow globe?

And I'm back....

... to school that is.
And very happy I am to be so. I had my first day back to Westminster yesterday what is a nice way to get back into the swing of things. Because my History Class wasn't meeting I had an 8:30 Writing one-on-one class and then a 2:00 Literature class. After that Mom and I went to join Hannah, Neal, Jonathan, Breanne, Nathan, and Jesse(sp?) at Neal's house. We played Munchkin and Once Upon a Time until about 9:40 at which time Mom picked up up.
It was a really nice day and a good start to the 2007 school semester.

Ahoy! A New Year!

Jolly frightfully ho! (As Lord Peter Wimsey himself says...)
It's a new year and I didn't really make any resolutions, because they never work for me anyhow. I know that that isn't really any reason to break with tradition but I'm just like that. I do things because it is not the norm.
I am looking forward to going back to Westminster tomorrow, which some of you may see as soon severe type of damaging syndrome but I assure you that it is usual for me. It will be nice to get back into the swing of having a schedule and seeing people and have deadlines...