The other day on the bus, my friend Hailey and I decided to assign Doctor Who characters jobs at our school. It was pretty interesting, and here's what we came up with:
Ninth Doctor: Chorus
Tenth Doctor: Physics
Eleventh Doctor: Orchestra
Captain Jack Harkness: Theater
Rose Tyler: English
Martha Jones: Health
Donna Noble: School Secretary (BEST TEMP IN CHISWICK YOU KNOW)
Amy Pond: Cafeteria Lady XD
River Song: French
Rory Williams: World Civ. (HE CAN TEACH US ABOUT HIS LIFE AS A ROMAN)
Mickey Smith: Latin
Sarah Jane Smith: Math
...We are so cool.
...Just like bow ties, fezzes, stetsons, and bunk beds.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
I am REALLY bad at Geography. REALLY.
Recently, I had to write a Spanish paper comparing Peru and the United States. We got them back a couple days ago, and I saw I had points taken off so I looked at what my "Profesora" had written. In my essay, I had stated that the United States didn't have a desert, volcanoes, or a rainforest, where as Peru did. Next to where I said this, my teacher wrote: "The United States does have these things. What about Hawaii? Puerto Rico? Arizona?" *head bang against table* All I could think about was that time in 6th Grade, when I had to take the Geography Bee- you know, where you'd answer questions about the geography of the world and if you did well enough you'd get entered into a town, state, or national competition? So yeah that :). Anyway, we were being questioned on the different continents and little 6th grade me was FREAKING OUT. So my friend Kiera says, "Okay. Let's practice first. What continent is China on?" My response was, "Um... um... Russia?" Yes, I KNOW Russia is not a continent... well I do now. Not my finest moment. I kinda suck at geography. I don't know if you noticed.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
A Very PotterMORE Sorting
I posted this on tumblr in late August, and for everyone not following my tumblr... well I suppose you obviously weren't because you probably din't even know about it since I didn't have a blogspot in late August... ANYWAY (P.S. follow my tumblr hehe). Yeah. Thought my sorting experience on Pottermore might be of interest to Harry Potter nerds, and if that applies to you, read on.
First off, there WILL BE POTTERMORE SPOILERS IN THIS AND IF YOU HAVEN’T GOTTON SORTED ON POTTERMORE AND YOU DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT DO NOT READ THIS. THERE. I’VE WARNED YOU AND YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR GIVING ANYTHING AWAY. Now, on to more important matters. Today, my friends began to enter pottermore.com along with me, Errol finally straggling in with another batch of letters, weeks after he delivered mine (blasted owl <3). Seeing my friends exploring, buying pets, wands, and getting sorted reminded me of my own sorting ceremony. It happened at 4:00 am, after I woke up in the night (well, more like early morning really), and went on twitter. I was instantly informed that a batch of emails had been sent, and naturally, rushed to check my inbox. There it was. Trembling with excitement, I hurried downstairs to my computer, and began the same journey I witnessed, and am witnessing, friends start today. As I said, my sorting happened during the hours of morning still cloaked in darkness, but I remember it clearly. All I could think about was not being put in Hufflepuff. Before then, I had expressed my anxiousness to others, but it really hadn’t hit me in full until the moment I sat before the sorting hat, and wondered, “What if I don’t get a choice? What if I really do get put in Ravenclaw (my second house), what will I do?” What if JK Rowling herself was to tell me that I am, not, in fact, the person I thought I was? But I did get a choice. (Cue the spoilers.) Most of the questions just asked me to choose things that appealed to me, or which I would choose out of a group. And that, was fairly easy. But before I reached the end of my sorting, I reached the question that caused me to panic in full. The hat simply wondered, how would I like myself to be seen? But I didn’t know. The choice I had longed to be taken into account now scared me to death because I couldn’t make it. Didn’t I want others to see me as brainy, wasn’t that my nerdfighter identity?!?! Yes, it was. I had always been a good a student in school, always strived to be at the top of my class. Still, I pondered, for a moment, what it would be like if that was all I had, my entire identity. That was when I made my choice, that is when Jo told me that I was, indeed, who I thought I was because I realized that what I wanted more than brains, NEEDED more, were my friends. Likable, loved, was how I wanted to be known because of the people who cared about me, who comforted me when I cried, who told me me I was brilliant and pushed me to be the best I could be, even when I couldn’t see it myself. Without them, my life would have no purpose, no meaning, and I knew it. I knew I could have everything anyone could ever want in their life, but I wouldn’t care. I wanted to be alongside those I loved far more. I knew, Jo knew, the sorting hat knew, that I belonged among the just and the loyal. Because, as Harry told young Albus Severus Potter before his first year of Hogwarts, the sorting hat DOES take your choice into account. I know I will never belong anywhere else but Hufflepuff.
First off, there WILL BE POTTERMORE SPOILERS IN THIS AND IF YOU HAVEN’T GOTTON SORTED ON POTTERMORE AND YOU DON’T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT DO NOT READ THIS. THERE. I’VE WARNED YOU AND YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR GIVING ANYTHING AWAY. Now, on to more important matters. Today, my friends began to enter pottermore.com along with me, Errol finally straggling in with another batch of letters, weeks after he delivered mine (blasted owl <3). Seeing my friends exploring, buying pets, wands, and getting sorted reminded me of my own sorting ceremony. It happened at 4:00 am, after I woke up in the night (well, more like early morning really), and went on twitter. I was instantly informed that a batch of emails had been sent, and naturally, rushed to check my inbox. There it was. Trembling with excitement, I hurried downstairs to my computer, and began the same journey I witnessed, and am witnessing, friends start today. As I said, my sorting happened during the hours of morning still cloaked in darkness, but I remember it clearly. All I could think about was not being put in Hufflepuff. Before then, I had expressed my anxiousness to others, but it really hadn’t hit me in full until the moment I sat before the sorting hat, and wondered, “What if I don’t get a choice? What if I really do get put in Ravenclaw (my second house), what will I do?” What if JK Rowling herself was to tell me that I am, not, in fact, the person I thought I was? But I did get a choice. (Cue the spoilers.) Most of the questions just asked me to choose things that appealed to me, or which I would choose out of a group. And that, was fairly easy. But before I reached the end of my sorting, I reached the question that caused me to panic in full. The hat simply wondered, how would I like myself to be seen? But I didn’t know. The choice I had longed to be taken into account now scared me to death because I couldn’t make it. Didn’t I want others to see me as brainy, wasn’t that my nerdfighter identity?!?! Yes, it was. I had always been a good a student in school, always strived to be at the top of my class. Still, I pondered, for a moment, what it would be like if that was all I had, my entire identity. That was when I made my choice, that is when Jo told me that I was, indeed, who I thought I was because I realized that what I wanted more than brains, NEEDED more, were my friends. Likable, loved, was how I wanted to be known because of the people who cared about me, who comforted me when I cried, who told me me I was brilliant and pushed me to be the best I could be, even when I couldn’t see it myself. Without them, my life would have no purpose, no meaning, and I knew it. I knew I could have everything anyone could ever want in their life, but I wouldn’t care. I wanted to be alongside those I loved far more. I knew, Jo knew, the sorting hat knew, that I belonged among the just and the loyal. Because, as Harry told young Albus Severus Potter before his first year of Hogwarts, the sorting hat DOES take your choice into account. I know I will never belong anywhere else but Hufflepuff.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Hello there!
Yeah. I know. I'm awkward. It's been established. Care to read about it? Yeah, I didn't really think so. BUT, on the off-chance that you do, I'll be here. So yeah.
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