I am back. And not projecting from the future. No, Turkish-speaking-Bacon-eating bloggirl is back online, and how*. Let me work backwards for a bit here.
I came home this weekend because I of that eye appointment/fair, and I missed school yesterday. Thank god I didn't have math class, because that would set me too far back for words. No, but it'll be tough enough catching up with Chemistry. Chemistry! I have a science class that I like. Someone is messing with cosmic cogs and levers at the moment, and I am liking, you know, math and science. Earth-shaking. Oh, actually, I saw my math teacher Anyway, I get home late Thursday night and on Friday I hung out with a couple friends, made blueberry peach cake, watched The West Wing and totally failed to take enough pictures of the beautiful town I live in and never really appreciated before. Stayed up until about 2 a.m. making pie crust and talking to someone back at school - it sounds like I'm missing a wild weekend. This morning I baked that pie (blueberry) and took it over to the fairground to enter. My old school's jazzband plays for the harness races every year, but considering the torrential nature of this morning, the horses were kept home and the band played their set uninterrupted. The bad director, whom I'd been a little scared to face after leaving him so suddenly - if temporarily - second trombone-less to come to this school, saw me and went and dedicated a song to me, with a cheery 'wishing her good luck at school up north'. The man's either trying to guilt me into tears or okay with my leaving. Either way, it was great to see my friends play, and after helping them break down we spent a couple hours doing Fair Things. This means we spent a couple hours alternately cooing at cows and piglets and llamas, and eating. How we ate. I again forgot my camera, but I'm kind of glad because I do not want to remember what I've eaten today. It was wonderful. Smoked ribs, sticky buns, incredibly high-qual sausages, lobster roll, lime fizz. Then I brought home my pie (came third this year - very happy)
and ate some of that. It was a little runny, which will be why it didn't take first, but all parties pronounced it yummy and that was fun. This evening I didn't eat dinner, understandably, except for some cake my parent brought home from a neighbor's wedding. I still have to do battle with chem, though. And if you're thinking 'my god, this girl's a food slut,' you're only kind of right. Because the food at school is frankly Not Good. There's a kitchen in the dorm, and I cook myself stuff every day, but it's hard to find time to eat as much...it took my performance today to convince my mother that I'm not developing anorexia. This state of affairs, combined with biking class (we got through the most gorgeous rolling fields and toxic clouds of ozone) and maybe, maybe, my new tendency to NOT eat ten pieces of baklava every day, makes this weekend a total non-problem. I'm actually feeling rather svelte.
I've tried LARPing (Live Action Role Playing, for those of you who, like me, don't know *censored* about that particular facet of 'geek culture'). It's a huge deal, played with swords and spears and various other weaponry composed of plastic piping, foam and duct tape. I hate sig figs because they made me fail a quiz, but I feel like I did all right on a chemistry test on Wednesday. I love my AP composition class to death, and the teacher is starting a photography club! I'm starting to save for a new lens...one that, um, zooms? And I've taken hundreds of photos already... god knows my classmates' antics are worthy of being recorded. I also just heard that I got into the a cappella group, which practices for four hours every weekend. I auditioned Wednesday and didn't think it went very well, but I'm really excited to have gotten in.
Oh, god, what else.... have I made it completely clear that I love it there? The classes are extremely demanding and I'm doing three to four hours of homework every evening, but the other students are fantastic, the teachers actually care and there's not this feeling of just going through the motions. Last weekend there was a dance where people actually danced, and this week it was horribly hot. This hurricane was preceded by the most awful, stagnant heat, and inland Maine is like the midwest anyway - there's no medium, it's either stifling or bitterly cold. I feel a little boxed in there without being able to smell the sea, and I'm sure winter will be hard... but I'll worry about that when it happens.
And now that I'm back to dull old Maine again, lots of my friends are flinging themselves across the planet. AFS is heart-wrenching for those left behind.
Well, I have to go be excited to go back to school. Or, rather, do maths homework. Both. I actually can't wait. I missed my friends here like mad, and it's been fantastic to see them this weekend, but I'm ready to go home now, for another two weeks.
And there are other ukulele people! One girl has an electric one...and I'm playing ukulele in the band! Marilyn, move over.
And I do apologise for this post: haphazard even by my standards. But there is no way I'm reading it over. Just don't care that much about sentence structure tonight.
Herkesi sizi seviyorum!
*blame Lorna Lilly for that particularly contagious bit of the '50s
I came home this weekend because I of that eye appointment/fair, and I missed school yesterday. Thank god I didn't have math class, because that would set me too far back for words. No, but it'll be tough enough catching up with Chemistry. Chemistry! I have a science class that I like. Someone is messing with cosmic cogs and levers at the moment, and I am liking, you know, math and science. Earth-shaking. Oh, actually, I saw my math teacher Anyway, I get home late Thursday night and on Friday I hung out with a couple friends, made blueberry peach cake, watched The West Wing and totally failed to take enough pictures of the beautiful town I live in and never really appreciated before. Stayed up until about 2 a.m. making pie crust and talking to someone back at school - it sounds like I'm missing a wild weekend. This morning I baked that pie (blueberry) and took it over to the fairground to enter. My old school's jazzband plays for the harness races every year, but considering the torrential nature of this morning, the horses were kept home and the band played their set uninterrupted. The bad director, whom I'd been a little scared to face after leaving him so suddenly - if temporarily - second trombone-less to come to this school, saw me and went and dedicated a song to me, with a cheery 'wishing her good luck at school up north'. The man's either trying to guilt me into tears or okay with my leaving. Either way, it was great to see my friends play, and after helping them break down we spent a couple hours doing Fair Things. This means we spent a couple hours alternately cooing at cows and piglets and llamas, and eating. How we ate. I again forgot my camera, but I'm kind of glad because I do not want to remember what I've eaten today. It was wonderful. Smoked ribs, sticky buns, incredibly high-qual sausages, lobster roll, lime fizz. Then I brought home my pie (came third this year - very happy)
and ate some of that. It was a little runny, which will be why it didn't take first, but all parties pronounced it yummy and that was fun. This evening I didn't eat dinner, understandably, except for some cake my parent brought home from a neighbor's wedding. I still have to do battle with chem, though. And if you're thinking 'my god, this girl's a food slut,' you're only kind of right. Because the food at school is frankly Not Good. There's a kitchen in the dorm, and I cook myself stuff every day, but it's hard to find time to eat as much...it took my performance today to convince my mother that I'm not developing anorexia. This state of affairs, combined with biking class (we got through the most gorgeous rolling fields and toxic clouds of ozone) and maybe, maybe, my new tendency to NOT eat ten pieces of baklava every day, makes this weekend a total non-problem. I'm actually feeling rather svelte.I've tried LARPing (Live Action Role Playing, for those of you who, like me, don't know *censored* about that particular facet of 'geek culture'). It's a huge deal, played with swords and spears and various other weaponry composed of plastic piping, foam and duct tape. I hate sig figs because they made me fail a quiz, but I feel like I did all right on a chemistry test on Wednesday. I love my AP composition class to death, and the teacher is starting a photography club! I'm starting to save for a new lens...one that, um, zooms? And I've taken hundreds of photos already... god knows my classmates' antics are worthy of being recorded. I also just heard that I got into the a cappella group, which practices for four hours every weekend. I auditioned Wednesday and didn't think it went very well, but I'm really excited to have gotten in.
Oh, god, what else.... have I made it completely clear that I love it there? The classes are extremely demanding and I'm doing three to four hours of homework every evening, but the other students are fantastic, the teachers actually care and there's not this feeling of just going through the motions. Last weekend there was a dance where people actually danced, and this week it was horribly hot. This hurricane was preceded by the most awful, stagnant heat, and inland Maine is like the midwest anyway - there's no medium, it's either stifling or bitterly cold. I feel a little boxed in there without being able to smell the sea, and I'm sure winter will be hard... but I'll worry about that when it happens.
And now that I'm back to dull old Maine again, lots of my friends are flinging themselves across the planet. AFS is heart-wrenching for those left behind.
Well, I have to go be excited to go back to school. Or, rather, do maths homework. Both. I actually can't wait. I missed my friends here like mad, and it's been fantastic to see them this weekend, but I'm ready to go home now, for another two weeks.
And there are other ukulele people! One girl has an electric one...and I'm playing ukulele in the band! Marilyn, move over.
And I do apologise for this post: haphazard even by my standards. But there is no way I'm reading it over. Just don't care that much about sentence structure tonight.
Herkesi sizi seviyorum!
*blame Lorna Lilly for that particularly contagious bit of the '50s
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