I also had to write a autobiography in English so I guess I'll post that, too.
Everyone has a life story. It’s inevitable. Whether it be long, short, captivating, boring, heart-breaking, or uplifting, it makes a person who they are. Mine has defined me greatly, and there are parts in it that really are captivating, boring, heart-breaking, and uplifting.
Just like you, my story starts at birth. It was January 22, 1995, and already I was rebelling against the system. Doctors classified me as ‘failure to thrive’. But of course, I proved them to be very wrong. At one year old I was walking and at one-and-a-half I was talking in complete sentences ---all done despite my size. Imagine that! Like I said nobody calls me ‘failure to thrive’ and gets away with it.
Life proceeded on as a normal little girl’s does. I went to preschool, made friends, had the typical three-year-old ‘boyfriend’, started kindergarten, blah, blah, blah. I know what you’re thinking. Right now you’re probably saying to yourself, “Okay, get on with it. Every girl does those things as a toddler.” So, I’ll move on to the unexpected. When I was five years old, I went to the doctor with my mom and brother so Shane (my brother, that is) could get a wart burned off of his finger. The pediatrician asked to look at me instead. Apparently we had bigger problems than a wart on Shane’s finger. Turns out, I have scoliosis (a mild to severe curvature of the spine). Wow! Who’da thunk it? Nonetheless, I didn’t let it affect me. I went to the back doctor every four months. So what? Right? Wrong!! Two years later, when I was seven my crazy doctors stuck me in a back brace! Just who did they think they were?! The first night I wore it I felt like I was in a suffocating torture chamber. It was horrible!!!
Eventually, the pain of the brace went away, and I was able to get past the limitations it caused. I lived a normal life just like any other girl my age, and my awesome parents let me have liberating breaks from the plastic prison. Even though I had successfully covered this milestone, more trouble was soon to come, in the form of heartbreak and grief.
On September 20, 2003, we received a call from the company my dad flew for. There had been a plane crash earlier that evening, and my dad had been involved. All pilots on the plane had been killed. The news hit me like a deathly storm. From that moment on my whole world turned upside down. In this awful time of turmoil my friends and family were a huge comfort. They were there to cry and grieve with me and were always willing to listen to the stories about him everyone already knew.
Although my father’s death was a horrible event, it taught me things I otherwise wouldn’t have learned until later in life. It strengthened me emotionally and spiritually and gave me the ability to comfort others in many heartbreaking situations. Sad as the experience was, it definitely helped me grow as a person. But, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t change what happened. Everyday I wish my dad could be right next to me again, but I don’t let that constantly grieving part of me affect my outlook on life and how I live each day.
And now, my friends wipe the tears from your eyes, for we are moving on to happier thoughts. After a few months, I was back to my normal self. Happiness became part of my everyday life again. It was all good, until the dreadful day, two years later, when my mom announced that we were moving to Waco ---away from my school, away from my friends, away from my church, and away from the home my father had put so much work and time into. How could my mother decide this?! The day of the move was awful. I cried my eyes out as I watched the sights of Brenham disappear.
Eventually, I settled into my new school despite a rocky start. New school, new friends, new house, new church… everything was completely different, but it was still okay. I went through 6th and 7th grades at Robinson and weaved myself into a tightly knit group of friends. I was happy.
Then, once again, my life changed. My mom found out about Vanguard, and she thought it would be a great opportunity for me. We started checking it out and I got interested, too. So I took the exams, shadowed, went to all the meetings and now here I am telling you all this. You, who I wouldn’t have known unless I had made the choice to move a little farther down the road of life.
That’s my story. Slowly, but surely, it will grow. More emotions will be thrown in. New experiences will be told. People will change certain aspects, and everyday it will be different, because life is a journey. How's yours going?
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
Historical Narrative
Since I haven't posted in a long time and can't really think of anything right now, I'll just post a story I had to write for English. It's a 1940s love story.
“Goodbye, Daddy! I’m headed to the dance.” “Well, alright. If you feel you must go to this silly dance your silly club is putting on then you best be on your way. Just don’t you go bringing any sailor boys home.” “Yes, Daddy.” I walked out the door and took to the road.
As I walked into the community center where the dance was being held I smiled to myself. So many strapping young sailors and I could have the pick of the lot. “Excuse me, miss. May I have this dance?” “Why of course, my fine fellow.” We started to dance and have a small conversation. He was anything but a gentleman. I won’t say what he did to give me this impression. “No need to be so rude.” I quickly backed away from him.
“May I cut in?” I turned around to see a tall, young sailor waiting for my reply. “Absolutely.” He took my hand and led me away from my previous partner. “I’m Betty.” “Nice to meet you. I’m Jimmy. I’ve been training at the university.” “How do you like it?” “Oh, it’s good. Not my favorite thing in the world, but it’s not bad.” That was about the extent of our conversation, but he was my partner for the rest of the dance. It was nearing the end of the night and we were slowly swaying to the music of the last song. “I’d like to walk you home tonight.” “Okay, that’ll be fine.” We walked out of the community center and started down Main Street. “Which way is your house?” “Take this
road.” I pointed to a country lane branching from Main. We started down the lane with the moon leading the way. His hand brushed my palm then suddenly took hold. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers looped through mine. Our hands held tight, we continued on.
As we neared my house, a picture of my daddy saying “Don’t bring any sailor boys home,” flashed through my head. Oops! And even worse Daddy was sitting on the porch waiting. “Hello, Daddy.” “Hello, Betty. Do you not recall what I told you before you left?” “I’m sorry.” “Betty, go inside. I need to talk with this young man you seem to have brought home without my permission.” I walked into the house and waited in the living room.
It was about an hour later when Daddy walked back in the house. “That boy is very nice. I give you my approval and permission.” “Th-thank you, Daddy.”
About a week later I heard from Jimmy again. We hadn’t talked since the dance, so I didn’t expect him to pursue the relationship, but he surprised me. I received a call from him inviting me on our second date. We met up with some other sailors and their dates for a milkshake and a trip to the show. Jimmy walked me home after we split from the other sailors. As we neared the house Jimmy said he had to get back to the university so he wouldn’t have time to talk tonight. We stopped at my porch and he kissed me. “Goodnight, Betty.” He turned and walked back down the road. Our first kiss…
After that night, Jimmy and I talked regularly over the phone and went out almost every Friday night. But soon a problem erupted. Jimmy was being sent to Pensacola, Florida by the Navy. He was going to be trained for the war. He came by the house to say goodbye and to take me out one last time the night before he left. The next morning I met him at the train station. He boarded the train to Florida giving me a quick wave before he disappeared in the crowd. I waved back even as the train started rolling. There I stood and watched until the train was only a dot on the horizon.
Jimmy was still able to call me on occasion, but calls don’t always make a person feel closer to another, so I still missed him. It was around Christmas time that some of those sad feelings got better. “Betty, I’m calling to tell you that I’m being transferred to Forth Worth, Texas.” “That’s not anywhere close to Indiana.” I obviously didn’t understand how this was good news, but Jimmy sounded excited so I decided to listen. “Yes, but they don’t need me at the base in Florida and I don’t have to be in Texas for another week, so I’m coming to visit you and then on the way back I’ll stop in Tennessee and see my family.” “Oh, really? That’s wonderful! I’ll see you in a few days. Bye, Jimmy.”
“Daddy, I’m going to go up to the train station to meet Jimmy. He’s come to visit me!” I walked to the station and waited for the train from Florida to arrive. “Florida to Indiana arriving in 5 minutes,” came over the loud speaker. A train turned around the corner and slowly came to a halt. People started filing off the train and onto the platform. I stared into the crowd searching through it but Jimmy didn’t seem to be on it. A few
minutes later another train pulled into the station. Once again people walked off the train and met up with the people who had come to meet them. I still didn’t see Jimmy so I turned, heading back home. Maybe he couldn’t come after all. “Betty!” I turned to see Jimmy running toward me. “Oh, Jimmy, it’s wonderful to see you. I’ve missed you so much.” We walked into the main building of the station so he could rest from his journey.
The man at the ticket desk started looking around and suddenly yelled, “Telegram for Mr. James Sutton. Telegram.” “I’m James Sutton.” Jimmy stood up and walked over to the ticket master. “Here you are, sir.” Jimmy opened the telegram and began reading. His face started to look concerned. “Is everything okay?” “No. Apparently they need me in Fort Worth now. I have to get a plane and take it down there. My commanding officer is paying for it later. I’m so sorry, Betty.” He picked up his bag and was gone. I sat there stunned. I had been so close to getting to spend some time with him.
Jimmy made it to Fort Worth fine and then found out when he got there that his commanding officer had been wrong in sending him when he was supposed to be visiting me. The sailors didn’t have to be in Fort Worth for two more weeks. To make it up to me he asked me to come visit him instead, so I took the train down and spent the week letting Jimmy show me around Fort Worth. It was very enjoyable and I was sad when it ended but Daddy might have gotten suspicious if I had stayed longer than I was supposed to.
Once I got back home, Jimmy and I still talked on the phone, but not as much as we had. His training was kicked up a notch and was taking most of his time, so he usually
only called if it was important. After a few months of him being in Fort Worth Jimmy called with news very urgent.
“Betty, we need to talk.” “Okay.” This sounded serious. Getting transferred so much and not being able to see you has made me realize how much I miss you. I love being able to spend time with you and I want to be able to see you everyday.” “I feel the same way.” “Then, will you marry me?” “Yes.” I was breathless. “We’re getting married!” “Yes, we are. Listen, I can’t leave the post right now so, I’ll send you the ring in the mail.” “Alright.” There was a moment of silence. “I love you, Betty.” “I love you, too.”
*based on a true story*
“Goodbye, Daddy! I’m headed to the dance.” “Well, alright. If you feel you must go to this silly dance your silly club is putting on then you best be on your way. Just don’t you go bringing any sailor boys home.” “Yes, Daddy.” I walked out the door and took to the road.
As I walked into the community center where the dance was being held I smiled to myself. So many strapping young sailors and I could have the pick of the lot. “Excuse me, miss. May I have this dance?” “Why of course, my fine fellow.” We started to dance and have a small conversation. He was anything but a gentleman. I won’t say what he did to give me this impression. “No need to be so rude.” I quickly backed away from him.
“May I cut in?” I turned around to see a tall, young sailor waiting for my reply. “Absolutely.” He took my hand and led me away from my previous partner. “I’m Betty.” “Nice to meet you. I’m Jimmy. I’ve been training at the university.” “How do you like it?” “Oh, it’s good. Not my favorite thing in the world, but it’s not bad.” That was about the extent of our conversation, but he was my partner for the rest of the dance. It was nearing the end of the night and we were slowly swaying to the music of the last song. “I’d like to walk you home tonight.” “Okay, that’ll be fine.” We walked out of the community center and started down Main Street. “Which way is your house?” “Take this
road.” I pointed to a country lane branching from Main. We started down the lane with the moon leading the way. His hand brushed my palm then suddenly took hold. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers looped through mine. Our hands held tight, we continued on.
As we neared my house, a picture of my daddy saying “Don’t bring any sailor boys home,” flashed through my head. Oops! And even worse Daddy was sitting on the porch waiting. “Hello, Daddy.” “Hello, Betty. Do you not recall what I told you before you left?” “I’m sorry.” “Betty, go inside. I need to talk with this young man you seem to have brought home without my permission.” I walked into the house and waited in the living room.
It was about an hour later when Daddy walked back in the house. “That boy is very nice. I give you my approval and permission.” “Th-thank you, Daddy.”
About a week later I heard from Jimmy again. We hadn’t talked since the dance, so I didn’t expect him to pursue the relationship, but he surprised me. I received a call from him inviting me on our second date. We met up with some other sailors and their dates for a milkshake and a trip to the show. Jimmy walked me home after we split from the other sailors. As we neared the house Jimmy said he had to get back to the university so he wouldn’t have time to talk tonight. We stopped at my porch and he kissed me. “Goodnight, Betty.” He turned and walked back down the road. Our first kiss…
After that night, Jimmy and I talked regularly over the phone and went out almost every Friday night. But soon a problem erupted. Jimmy was being sent to Pensacola, Florida by the Navy. He was going to be trained for the war. He came by the house to say goodbye and to take me out one last time the night before he left. The next morning I met him at the train station. He boarded the train to Florida giving me a quick wave before he disappeared in the crowd. I waved back even as the train started rolling. There I stood and watched until the train was only a dot on the horizon.
Jimmy was still able to call me on occasion, but calls don’t always make a person feel closer to another, so I still missed him. It was around Christmas time that some of those sad feelings got better. “Betty, I’m calling to tell you that I’m being transferred to Forth Worth, Texas.” “That’s not anywhere close to Indiana.” I obviously didn’t understand how this was good news, but Jimmy sounded excited so I decided to listen. “Yes, but they don’t need me at the base in Florida and I don’t have to be in Texas for another week, so I’m coming to visit you and then on the way back I’ll stop in Tennessee and see my family.” “Oh, really? That’s wonderful! I’ll see you in a few days. Bye, Jimmy.”
“Daddy, I’m going to go up to the train station to meet Jimmy. He’s come to visit me!” I walked to the station and waited for the train from Florida to arrive. “Florida to Indiana arriving in 5 minutes,” came over the loud speaker. A train turned around the corner and slowly came to a halt. People started filing off the train and onto the platform. I stared into the crowd searching through it but Jimmy didn’t seem to be on it. A few
minutes later another train pulled into the station. Once again people walked off the train and met up with the people who had come to meet them. I still didn’t see Jimmy so I turned, heading back home. Maybe he couldn’t come after all. “Betty!” I turned to see Jimmy running toward me. “Oh, Jimmy, it’s wonderful to see you. I’ve missed you so much.” We walked into the main building of the station so he could rest from his journey.
The man at the ticket desk started looking around and suddenly yelled, “Telegram for Mr. James Sutton. Telegram.” “I’m James Sutton.” Jimmy stood up and walked over to the ticket master. “Here you are, sir.” Jimmy opened the telegram and began reading. His face started to look concerned. “Is everything okay?” “No. Apparently they need me in Fort Worth now. I have to get a plane and take it down there. My commanding officer is paying for it later. I’m so sorry, Betty.” He picked up his bag and was gone. I sat there stunned. I had been so close to getting to spend some time with him.
Jimmy made it to Fort Worth fine and then found out when he got there that his commanding officer had been wrong in sending him when he was supposed to be visiting me. The sailors didn’t have to be in Fort Worth for two more weeks. To make it up to me he asked me to come visit him instead, so I took the train down and spent the week letting Jimmy show me around Fort Worth. It was very enjoyable and I was sad when it ended but Daddy might have gotten suspicious if I had stayed longer than I was supposed to.
Once I got back home, Jimmy and I still talked on the phone, but not as much as we had. His training was kicked up a notch and was taking most of his time, so he usually
only called if it was important. After a few months of him being in Fort Worth Jimmy called with news very urgent.
“Betty, we need to talk.” “Okay.” This sounded serious. Getting transferred so much and not being able to see you has made me realize how much I miss you. I love being able to spend time with you and I want to be able to see you everyday.” “I feel the same way.” “Then, will you marry me?” “Yes.” I was breathless. “We’re getting married!” “Yes, we are. Listen, I can’t leave the post right now so, I’ll send you the ring in the mail.” “Alright.” There was a moment of silence. “I love you, Betty.” “I love you, too.”
*based on a true story*
Sorry!!!
I am so sorry. I haven't posted in forever. I am officially horrible at keeping up with this during the school year. I have been so busy but that's no excuse. I will try to do better.
*my special apologies to Josh and Craig
*my special apologies to Josh and Craig
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Harry Potter
I have recently finished reading the 7th Harrry Potter book: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I must say that it is, in my opinion, the best in the series. But even more exciting than the book itself was the wait to get it. Josh, Lindsay, Roy, Britt, Holly, Mom, and I were all at Barnes and Noble awaiting the arrival of the coveted book. Craig was there, too, but we didn't get to see him much because he ended up working. We had not planned to stay the whole night because we didn't have a book reserved, but we ended up being there until 12:30. There were many highlights to the evening.
- Hufflepuff won the house cup!
- Josh and I came up with a really neat potion even though we didn't win. :(
- Roy came in 3rd for the costume contest!
And most importantly...
- I met this woman while waiting in line for the bathroom who had two books reserved and her boyfriend didn't want the 2nd, so she offered it to me! We were some of the first people to get the book!
To all who weren't at some store waiting for the book, you should've been! But even if you weren't, you should still read the book.
Friday, June 29, 2007
TAG
Apparently, I have been tagged by Craig. I am supposed to write 5 things I "dig" about Jesus. So, here goes...
5. Josh always tells me the first will be last, and the last will be first. Have you ever been picked last for teams in PE class? It's an awful feeling. I have always been small for my age, so I have been chosen close to last quite a few times. I think Jesus might choose me first!
4. When I think about Jesus, I like to think of him as my friend I can always count on. Even though I can't see him and sometimes can't even "feel" him, I just know he is there.
3. Jesus always makes good things come out of bad things. When my dad died, it was REALLY bad, but good things have happened to me that never would have. My grandfather came back, and I got to meet people in my mom's family that I had never met. Oh, and we never would have come to UBC - the best church ever.
2. I just finished reading "Heidi" by Johanna Spyri - again. When Heidi comes back from Frankfurt, she talks to her grandpa about faith in God. The grandfather's faith has been really weak, but Heidi's is strong. He asks her if once one has forgotten about God if he can ever be a son to him again. Heidi tells him that once one has forgotten, God lets them go their own way, but when they are ready he is always there to forgive them and take them back. How cool is that?
Finally, the best thing about Jesus is:
1. He never asked me to make a list about the 5 things I "dig" about him! It seems like just loving him is enough.
Now, I think I am supposed to tag 5 people, but everybody I would tag has already been tagged! Oh, well...
5. Josh always tells me the first will be last, and the last will be first. Have you ever been picked last for teams in PE class? It's an awful feeling. I have always been small for my age, so I have been chosen close to last quite a few times. I think Jesus might choose me first!
4. When I think about Jesus, I like to think of him as my friend I can always count on. Even though I can't see him and sometimes can't even "feel" him, I just know he is there.
3. Jesus always makes good things come out of bad things. When my dad died, it was REALLY bad, but good things have happened to me that never would have. My grandfather came back, and I got to meet people in my mom's family that I had never met. Oh, and we never would have come to UBC - the best church ever.
2. I just finished reading "Heidi" by Johanna Spyri - again. When Heidi comes back from Frankfurt, she talks to her grandpa about faith in God. The grandfather's faith has been really weak, but Heidi's is strong. He asks her if once one has forgotten about God if he can ever be a son to him again. Heidi tells him that once one has forgotten, God lets them go their own way, but when they are ready he is always there to forgive them and take them back. How cool is that?
Finally, the best thing about Jesus is:
1. He never asked me to make a list about the 5 things I "dig" about him! It seems like just loving him is enough.
Now, I think I am supposed to tag 5 people, but everybody I would tag has already been tagged! Oh, well...
Friday, May 25, 2007
Another Story I Wrote For School
"Wheer! Wheer! Wheer!" I looked in my rear view mirror only to see red and blue lights flashing behind me. Oh, crap!, I thought. I started to turn my steering wheel towards the shoulder of the road. The cop car behind me stopped and a big, husky man stepped out. He strutted towards my car like him pulling me over was the highlight of my day. I slowly rolled down my window. His uniform was freshly pressed and his badge shone, but he was as hairy as a monster! YUCK!
"Is there a problem, officer?" I tried to sound sweet and innocent. "As a matter of fact there is. I'm gonna have to give you a speeding ticket. His voice was deep and rumbling, so he not only looked like a monster he sounded like one, too! Scary!
"Uhh, you see... " I thought quickly for an excuse. I couldn't afford to get a ticket right now. My driving record was bad enough already. "You see, I'm trying to get to the hospital. M-m-my friend, she's uh..." My mouth went dry. "She was there for an appointment, but I just got a call that she had, umm... she had collapsed. So they want me there right away. Yep, that's what happened and that's why I was speeding." "Uh-huh, I see. let me see your driver's license." I fumbled in my purse frantically trying to catch my wallet. I nervously showed him my license.
"Alright, you're free to go. Tell the doctors to help your friend. Sorry to slow you down," the cop said.
I let out a sigh of relief. I restarted my engine and started to drive off. Looking in my rear view mirror again I saw the cop watching me. I better drive in the direction of the hospital, I thought. He continued to watch me until I had turned onto Freight Street, the hospital's street. "Thank, God!" I mumbled. I drove into the hospital parking lot, sat there awhile, then started to drive out. As I was backing out of my parking space, the car hit something and I heard the grunt of a man. Oh no! I ran out of the car and saw an old man in ragged clothes lying on the ground behind my car. "Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" I frantically asked. "I'm fine," he grunted. His voice was similar to the cop's voice. "But I'm afraid you're not," he continued. "What are you talking about?" He pulled off a fake beard and mustache and took off his ragged clothes. Underneath the disguise was the cop who had pulled me over! "I'm not stupid," he said. " I knew you were lying, so I changed and followed you here. For too many tickets and for lying to a policeman, you're under arrest. I'm afraid it's to jail with you, Missy!"
"Is there a problem, officer?" I tried to sound sweet and innocent. "As a matter of fact there is. I'm gonna have to give you a speeding ticket. His voice was deep and rumbling, so he not only looked like a monster he sounded like one, too! Scary!
"Uhh, you see... " I thought quickly for an excuse. I couldn't afford to get a ticket right now. My driving record was bad enough already. "You see, I'm trying to get to the hospital. M-m-my friend, she's uh..." My mouth went dry. "She was there for an appointment, but I just got a call that she had, umm... she had collapsed. So they want me there right away. Yep, that's what happened and that's why I was speeding." "Uh-huh, I see. let me see your driver's license." I fumbled in my purse frantically trying to catch my wallet. I nervously showed him my license.
"Alright, you're free to go. Tell the doctors to help your friend. Sorry to slow you down," the cop said.
I let out a sigh of relief. I restarted my engine and started to drive off. Looking in my rear view mirror again I saw the cop watching me. I better drive in the direction of the hospital, I thought. He continued to watch me until I had turned onto Freight Street, the hospital's street. "Thank, God!" I mumbled. I drove into the hospital parking lot, sat there awhile, then started to drive out. As I was backing out of my parking space, the car hit something and I heard the grunt of a man. Oh no! I ran out of the car and saw an old man in ragged clothes lying on the ground behind my car. "Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" I frantically asked. "I'm fine," he grunted. His voice was similar to the cop's voice. "But I'm afraid you're not," he continued. "What are you talking about?" He pulled off a fake beard and mustache and took off his ragged clothes. Underneath the disguise was the cop who had pulled me over! "I'm not stupid," he said. " I knew you were lying, so I changed and followed you here. For too many tickets and for lying to a policeman, you're under arrest. I'm afraid it's to jail with you, Missy!"
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Vanguard
I recently received an acceptance letter from Vanguard. It is a college preparatory school. I am very excited to get to be going, and I can't wait to start school there and meet lots of new people. There are also some big things I will miss from my current school. I know this is a great opportunity. I am definitely going to go for it, but I don't know what is going to happen. I must admit I'm a little nervous. Most people that know me would find this hard to believe, but it is true. Will the kids at Vanguard accept me? Will I fit in? And even more important I am going to miss my friends terribly. This sounds stupid since I will still live in the same town, but trust me there's a big difference between seeing their faces everyday and hearing their voices once a week. So I guess I have mixed emotions - mostly good but a few sad things thrown in. Then again, I guess that's life.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
UIL Band Competition
My school band is going to UIL competition today. I am very nervous, but excited, too. This competition is a big deal to the directors and probably to most of the kids, too.There are two parts to the competition. The first is the performance. You play three pieces for the judges.It's very nerve racking (i think because i have actually never been). My band's first piece will be Honor March. It's pretty easy.Our second piece is called Nottingham Castle. I hate this song. I play through the whole thing with no rests so I have almost no time to breath. Oh well, can't change the song now. Our third song is Sea Song Trilogy. I love this piece. It is so much fun to play and this is the song that the band plays the best.
The second part to the competition is sightreading. The judges give you a piece of music that has just been written specifically for this competition. We get a chance to look at it, read it through, and finger it. Then we have to play it. We don't get to practice it and there are no second chances.
We get graded on our three pieces and the sightreading. A 1 is the best grade you can get. If we get 1s in everything than we bring home a sweepstakes trophy. It's a small wooden triangle trophy. If we get 1s in performance but not in sightreading or vice versa we bring home a small wooden square trophy. It's not as good but it is still better than nothing. I hope we bring home some kind of trophy.
Everybody, wish me good luck!
The second part to the competition is sightreading. The judges give you a piece of music that has just been written specifically for this competition. We get a chance to look at it, read it through, and finger it. Then we have to play it. We don't get to practice it and there are no second chances.
We get graded on our three pieces and the sightreading. A 1 is the best grade you can get. If we get 1s in everything than we bring home a sweepstakes trophy. It's a small wooden triangle trophy. If we get 1s in performance but not in sightreading or vice versa we bring home a small wooden square trophy. It's not as good but it is still better than nothing. I hope we bring home some kind of trophy.
Everybody, wish me good luck!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Dear Dad
Hey, Daddy!
I'm listening to a new Switchfoot song right now that makes me think of you. The chorus is: "I remember you like yesterday, yesterday. I still can't believe you're gone. I remember you like yesterday, yesterday and until I'm with you I'll carry on." It's really pretty, but it's sad. There's another part in the song that says, "The ache I feel inside is where the life has left your eyes. I'm alone for a last goodbye, but you're free." I know and accept that you're free and happy, but I want you back so bad. The song also talks about dreaming about you. I dream about you a lot. Anyway, I just want you to know I love you and will always remember you like yesterday. So long.
I love you sooooo much,
Hannah Grace
I'm listening to a new Switchfoot song right now that makes me think of you. The chorus is: "I remember you like yesterday, yesterday. I still can't believe you're gone. I remember you like yesterday, yesterday and until I'm with you I'll carry on." It's really pretty, but it's sad. There's another part in the song that says, "The ache I feel inside is where the life has left your eyes. I'm alone for a last goodbye, but you're free." I know and accept that you're free and happy, but I want you back so bad. The song also talks about dreaming about you. I dream about you a lot. Anyway, I just want you to know I love you and will always remember you like yesterday. So long.
I love you sooooo much,
Hannah Grace
Sunday, March 4, 2007
A Story I Wrote For School
Getting Rich
As I walked home from school, I wallowed in self pity. That day all my friends had been talking about the colleges they sent applications to. I had sent in plenty of applications on time. That wasn't my problem. My problem was, even if I got accepted, I would have to turn the colleges down.
"Why?" you ask. Well, the truth is, I am poor - dirt poor. Yet, all my friends are rich - filthy rich. I know, it's not fair. So, while all my friends could go anywhere they wanted, I was stuck here in dreary Beeville, Texas. Lucky for me!
I pushed open the door to our grungy mobile home in the middle of Happy Heights Trailer Park. (I don't get the name since all the homes have 8-foot ceilings, and nobody is happy). "I'm home," I called out. My voice echoed off our horrible metal walls. "I'm in your room, Sweetie," my mother hollered back. "It's more like a closet," I mumbled. "What's that, Honey?" My mom appeared in the hallway. "Oh, nothing," I replied.
My mom walked back into my room. "Hey, what are you doing anyway?" "I'm redoing your room!" "What?," I screamed. "My room was fine the way it was. I liked it. Well, sort of. It was the best we could do in a mobile home. Plus, we don't have the money to redecorate!" I blurted out in one breath. "We do now," my mother said in a singsong voice. "What are you talking about?" I was getting annoyed. "Sweetie, you remember your Great Aunt Voolie, don't you?" "Uh, let's see. I've never met her or even heard of her for that matter." Moms can be so clueless sometimes. Although, what she told me next made me regret what I just said and love my Aunt Voolie forever.
Aunt Voolie had passed away in her sleep some weeks ago. Since she had a huge fortune and no children, it stated in her will that we were to receive a portion of her money. "I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich!" I chanted. "We're millionaires!" my mom joined in.
A few days later, I got an acceptance letter from Princeton University. I was so excited! I didn't have to turn them down. With $7,000,000 to my name I could do anything. I went from dirt poor to filty rich in one day! Talk about unexpected!
Monday, February 26, 2007
Dear Dad...
Hey, Dad!
Happy Birthday. I hope you have a great one in heaven. Wow! I can't believe that you would be forty. You're old. I ate some chocolate for you. So, did God bake you a cake and have the angels sing to you? That would be cool. I wish you were here so I could throw you a party. I would make you red velvet cake and raw cookie dough (and you could steal as much as you wanted from mom).
Have a great day! Happy birthday, oldie!
Happy Birthday. I hope you have a great one in heaven. Wow! I can't believe that you would be forty. You're old. I ate some chocolate for you. So, did God bake you a cake and have the angels sing to you? That would be cool. I wish you were here so I could throw you a party. I would make you red velvet cake and raw cookie dough (and you could steal as much as you wanted from mom).
Have a great day! Happy birthday, oldie!
Lots of love,
Hannah Grace
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Possible Careers
I've been thinking about what i want to do when I get older and I'm out of college. Some people might think I'm a little young to be thinking about that, but I say you're never too young to think about what you want to be. I've come up with some ideas and I'd like to know what ya'll think.
- I think it would be cool to major in journalism and then work for a newspaper or magazine. If I did that it would be so awesome to be able to become the editor.
- I love to write so being an author would be awesome but I think I would do that on the side no matter what. One of my major goals is to write a bestseller so this might have to stay on the list.
- I love little kids and I love being able to teach them things. I also love to help tutor at school so I wouldn't mind being a teacher.
- I've thought about being a doctor but if I did become that I don't think I could do any surgeries whatsoever. I might puke. But a pediatrician would be cool.
- I think I might like to major in business so I could start my own small business. Maybe a book store or a small cafe or a shoe store.
- Some people have told me I should be a psychiatrist or counselor. That could be interesting.
Don't forget to tell me what you think. I need advice.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
What's new in the amazing life of me #3
Wow! I haven't posted in a long time. Sorry about that. A lot has happened since January 5th.
1.i started on my science fair project. It is called What's Really In Our Water?
2. I have seen lots more movies. Well not lots but i figure going to the movies twice in a 16 day time period is a little more than usual. I saw Night at the Museum. It was pretty funny. I also saw The Nativity Story. It was good but it wasn't great and I certainly wouldn't buy it.
3. My birthday came and went. I am now almost a teenager. Yea!
4. My mom took me on a shopping spree for my birthday and I got to miss school. It was lots of fun.I bought lots of stuff.We went to eat at California Pizza Kitchen. They have super good pizza... and salad...and bread.
5.Our interim pastor at my church has a church of his own in a different city and we went to his church. It was lots of fun. I really liked it, but the building smelled funny.Oh well.
6. I spent the weekend with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. My cousins are so cute. The oldest one is 3 and his baby brother will be 1 on Feb. 28. They are so adorable.
7.Yesterday I went ice skating for the very first time. It was a lot of fun. I fell. I landed on my hands and knees. It really hurt. In fact, I think my knees are bruising. Actually I know they are. I stayed on the rail forever but after awhile I went out into the middle. I went with the school band. We didn't get back until like 11:25. A lot of people were sleeping on the bus. I found out that ice skates are very painful.My feet and ankles were killing me when I took the skates off, but I still want to go again.
Well, I think that's it but I'll try to post again soon.
1.i started on my science fair project. It is called What's Really In Our Water?
2. I have seen lots more movies. Well not lots but i figure going to the movies twice in a 16 day time period is a little more than usual. I saw Night at the Museum. It was pretty funny. I also saw The Nativity Story. It was good but it wasn't great and I certainly wouldn't buy it.
3. My birthday came and went. I am now almost a teenager. Yea!
4. My mom took me on a shopping spree for my birthday and I got to miss school. It was lots of fun.I bought lots of stuff.We went to eat at California Pizza Kitchen. They have super good pizza... and salad...and bread.
5.Our interim pastor at my church has a church of his own in a different city and we went to his church. It was lots of fun. I really liked it, but the building smelled funny.Oh well.
6. I spent the weekend with my aunt, uncle, and cousins. My cousins are so cute. The oldest one is 3 and his baby brother will be 1 on Feb. 28. They are so adorable.
7.Yesterday I went ice skating for the very first time. It was a lot of fun. I fell. I landed on my hands and knees. It really hurt. In fact, I think my knees are bruising. Actually I know they are. I stayed on the rail forever but after awhile I went out into the middle. I went with the school band. We didn't get back until like 11:25. A lot of people were sleeping on the bus. I found out that ice skates are very painful.My feet and ankles were killing me when I took the skates off, but I still want to go again.
Well, I think that's it but I'll try to post again soon.
Friday, January 5, 2007
Holidays
Well, the holidays are over, and we can finally get back to our normal, everyday lives.
Christmas was great as always! I had fun spending time with my family, and I especially enjoyed all the food: ham, scallopped potatoes, salad, spinach, apple pie, and so much more! Yum! I got to be Santa again this year! I was excited. I love to hand out gifts! The best part was watching Mom go through her stocking. I gave her a Starbucks card, a ring, and a certificate to get her nails done for free. Shane got her a CD. I got cool presents, too. Earrings, knitting supplies, scrapbooking stuff, a corduroy jacket, a charm from James Avery, a Coach wristlet, gift cards, and cash were all on the list, but the best present was an... IPOD! I've wanted one forever! I was so excited when I pulled it out of my stocking. As you can see I had an absolutely marvelous Christmas.
I brought in the new year with friends and family. We spent the night watching movies and eating chili. It was lots of fun.
Some of my favorites from '06:
Movies
1. The Chronicles of Narnia
2. She's The Man
3. The Pursuit of HappYness
4. Take The Lead
5. Akeelah and the Bee
Songs
1. Over My Head
2. Calling All Cars
3. How to Save A Life
4. My Beautiful Rescue
5. Lips of An Angel
Books
1. The Neverending Story
2. Journey to the Centre of the Earth
3. Welcome to Wahoo
4. Around the World in Eighty Days
5. Fly By Night
New Year's Resolutions
1. Read through the whole Bible
2. Keep up with my devotionals
3.Finish at least one book every two weeks
4. Hang up all my laundry
5. Make all A's in school
Looks like I have a lot to do this year. I hope you all had a good 2006 and have a great 2007.
Christmas was great as always! I had fun spending time with my family, and I especially enjoyed all the food: ham, scallopped potatoes, salad, spinach, apple pie, and so much more! Yum! I got to be Santa again this year! I was excited. I love to hand out gifts! The best part was watching Mom go through her stocking. I gave her a Starbucks card, a ring, and a certificate to get her nails done for free. Shane got her a CD. I got cool presents, too. Earrings, knitting supplies, scrapbooking stuff, a corduroy jacket, a charm from James Avery, a Coach wristlet, gift cards, and cash were all on the list, but the best present was an... IPOD! I've wanted one forever! I was so excited when I pulled it out of my stocking. As you can see I had an absolutely marvelous Christmas.
I brought in the new year with friends and family. We spent the night watching movies and eating chili. It was lots of fun.
Some of my favorites from '06:
Movies
1. The Chronicles of Narnia
2. She's The Man
3. The Pursuit of HappYness
4. Take The Lead
5. Akeelah and the Bee
Songs
1. Over My Head
2. Calling All Cars
3. How to Save A Life
4. My Beautiful Rescue
5. Lips of An Angel
Books
1. The Neverending Story
2. Journey to the Centre of the Earth
3. Welcome to Wahoo
4. Around the World in Eighty Days
5. Fly By Night
New Year's Resolutions
1. Read through the whole Bible
2. Keep up with my devotionals
3.Finish at least one book every two weeks
4. Hang up all my laundry
5. Make all A's in school
Looks like I have a lot to do this year. I hope you all had a good 2006 and have a great 2007.
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