Friday, April 29, 2011
royal wedding continued......
Today during the royal ceremony, the Arch Bishop of London made the statement, "Every wedding is a royal wedding!" I thought of my own parents...Today is the 74th anniversary of their wedding. (Thoughtful of Will and Kate to pick this date in their honor).
The royal wedding is a national holiday. Communities are having neighborhood parties. There will be 3 big formal parties that the couple will attend, 22 caterers, multitudes of dignitaries, and international coverage all at a cost of £20 million.
I can't help but contrast this with that wedding 74 years ago. On April 29, 1937 my royal couple went to the temple and there, in a quiet, unassuming, unnoteworthy event, they were married. No money, no reception, a borrowed dress and a quick honeymoon to Zion National Park! But what a life!!! More than any royal couple will ever know!
The royal wedding is a national holiday. Communities are having neighborhood parties. There will be 3 big formal parties that the couple will attend, 22 caterers, multitudes of dignitaries, and international coverage all at a cost of £20 million.
I can't help but contrast this with that wedding 74 years ago. On April 29, 1937 my royal couple went to the temple and there, in a quiet, unassuming, unnoteworthy event, they were married. No money, no reception, a borrowed dress and a quick honeymoon to Zion National Park! But what a life!!! More than any royal couple will ever know!
Monday, April 25, 2011
I TURN 12 TODAY!
I TURN 12 TODAY! I am really excited. Yesterday was my last day in Primary. I am so excited!
- Sam
- Sam
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Effective Writing: The New Spanish 1
So... I dropped Spanish 1 at the semester... I couldn't take it any more. But never fear-- the public education system has set me up with another ridiculous class. My effective writing class is taught by an old man who used to teach German 1&2, Mr. Brown (he prefers to be called Herr Brown). My latest work of art really captivated him. He was so moved, in fact, that he had to read it to the class. Here it is:
After they both had endured long train rides, they arrived at the same destination. not knowing where they were, they tried to find a place to go. Strangers, waiting, they walked separately up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching desperately for someplace to go in the night. The streetlights above them lit the pair, who were living just to find emotion hiding somewhere in the night. The girl, desperately trying to find a place to sit in anguish, stumbled into a nearby lounge. The boy, having the same urge as the girl, followed close after her.
At a first glance, the lounge was nothing to speak highly of. The boy and the girl, being outsides, seemed a little out of place from the shabby room they had just entered. There was a singer sitting on a stage in the dimly-lit and smoky room. The room, smelling of wine and cheap perfume, had a few people entranced by the singer. Perhaps for a smile, the singer would humor them and share the night with one of the enchanted men.
Another set of businessmen, behind the eager watchers, sat gambling with one another.The boy and girl could tell by the look of the businessmen's suits and loosened ties that they had worked hard to get their fill. The pair could assume that the businessmen had mundane jobs. Not getting any sort of excitement, they just wanted a thrill, paying anything to roll the dice just one more time. Of course with gambling, some will win, and some will lose. However, with some of those businessmen it seemed like winning was not the objective. Not caring if they were the winners, they were born to sing the blues. The misfit small-town and big-city couple felt as if they had just stepped into a movie-- not just any movie, but a small clip on a reel going on and on.
"Don't stop believing," the girl on stage sang wispily,"Hold on to that feeling." Although this was the message that the pair of outsiders needed to hear, it would fall on deaf ears. Wallowing in their own self-pity, they may never go back to the lives they once had had. They were trapped in their own minds, searching for something that could not be found.
If you don't get it:
Journey
A small-town girl, living in a lonely world, was waiting outside the train station late at night. She wanted to get away from her confined community; she took the midnight train going anywhere. A city boy, born and raised in South Detroit, was waiting outside another train station. Like the girl, he needed to get away from the hurried city life that he has been accustomed to his whole life. He took a train departing at midnight to anywhere.After they both had endured long train rides, they arrived at the same destination. not knowing where they were, they tried to find a place to go. Strangers, waiting, they walked separately up and down the boulevard, their shadows searching desperately for someplace to go in the night. The streetlights above them lit the pair, who were living just to find emotion hiding somewhere in the night. The girl, desperately trying to find a place to sit in anguish, stumbled into a nearby lounge. The boy, having the same urge as the girl, followed close after her.
At a first glance, the lounge was nothing to speak highly of. The boy and the girl, being outsides, seemed a little out of place from the shabby room they had just entered. There was a singer sitting on a stage in the dimly-lit and smoky room. The room, smelling of wine and cheap perfume, had a few people entranced by the singer. Perhaps for a smile, the singer would humor them and share the night with one of the enchanted men.
Another set of businessmen, behind the eager watchers, sat gambling with one another.The boy and girl could tell by the look of the businessmen's suits and loosened ties that they had worked hard to get their fill. The pair could assume that the businessmen had mundane jobs. Not getting any sort of excitement, they just wanted a thrill, paying anything to roll the dice just one more time. Of course with gambling, some will win, and some will lose. However, with some of those businessmen it seemed like winning was not the objective. Not caring if they were the winners, they were born to sing the blues. The misfit small-town and big-city couple felt as if they had just stepped into a movie-- not just any movie, but a small clip on a reel going on and on.
"Don't stop believing," the girl on stage sang wispily,"Hold on to that feeling." Although this was the message that the pair of outsiders needed to hear, it would fall on deaf ears. Wallowing in their own self-pity, they may never go back to the lives they once had had. They were trapped in their own minds, searching for something that could not be found.
If you don't get it:
I think I do my best work when I make it a joke
Posted by Fanny
Posted by Fanny
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Busy with:
Meeting Nicholas Sparks
(dream come true)
Chi Omega
(I'm the Director of "Career & Personal Development", and was in charge of the whole Philanthropy dessert night!)
Student Alumni Board
(I applied to be on the Executive Committee next year and got it! $500 a semester and free trips to California and Nashville!)
Recruitment Interning
(Finally voiced my much needed "constructive feedback", changes are in the works! $$$)
I know I have said this before but I do honestly believe this is my HARDEST semester.
Barely have time to breathe, after this only 3 more though, it's all downhill from here!
If you want to know how to write a good essay in APA format...I'm your girl, I write one...or two/three a week.
Also big accomplishment: I've lost 25 lbs since August.
Wahooo!
New family pic? Maybe.
And yes, It is true:
xoxo
megatron
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
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