Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Today in Religion, we had to make posters illustrating the article we had just read on St. Francis of Assisi. My group's poster was of St. Francis (an amazing stick person drawn by me) being called by God (shown as light coming from clouds). My group told me that the rays looked like radiation and that Francis was going to die. Then, since Francis appearenlty loved french, both singing and talking in, another person in my group added a speech bubble by Francis saying the one thing he knew in French. When we presented to the class, the person in my group read the bubble. ". . . and since St. Francis loved to sing in french, we have this speech bubble. It means, "you're beautiful". After he said this, everybody else in the class immediately said thank you.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
So you know how if you out a slinky on the stairs, it will, like, bend and flop all the way down? So what if you put one on an escaltor - wouldn't it just keep going and going? Just a random thought.
I also realized that an esclator is never "out of order" or "temporarily out of service". They're just temporarily stairs.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
So at school on Thursday, we had sort of a studyhall thing, but nobody was actually doing any work. Then, suddenly, another girl in the room bursts out in the Shane Company radio commercial, word for word, without a mistake. I guess even they're super annoying, they're not easy to forget. "Now you have a friend in the diamond business, the Shane Company. In Brentwood at the intersection of I 170 and Hwy 40. Open Monday through Friday til 8, saturday and sunday til 5. Online at ShaneCo.com..."
Thursday, March 17, 2011
A long time ago, we thought that by now we would have flying cars and robots everywhere and everything, well, super futuristic. Well, we have the iPad, iPods, computers, and cell phones, but no flying cars. We also have Snuggies, and Sillybands. I don't think anyone in the past could've predicted backwards robes and animal-shaped rubber bands.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
So today in social studies, we were talking about Osama bin Laden. Our teacher was telling us how we think he is hiding somewhere in Pakistan, but we're not sure. Then someone says "Why don't we just go to Pakistan, instead of D.C, and find Osama?". "Because if they FBI can't find him, no way we're going to." (teacher) "Is that a bet?" (person who asked 1st question). Then another kid blurts out, "NO! What we have to do is skip out into Pakistan, singing "Why can't we be friends" and capture him when he comes out?" and yet another person says "WHY DON'T WE JUST BLOW IT ALL UP?"
Friday, March 11, 2011
This morning on my walk to school, I saw a bread trail. no, not a bread crumb trail, because the pieces of bread were each about the size of my hand. I'm really curious as to why somebody would leave a trail of bread (I'm pretty sure there's no Hanzel and Gretel in Minnesota) , and why, if they are making a trail, why they would make the pieces of bread so big... the trail wasn't very long.
So as you all know, there was an earthquake in Japan last night/ this morning. 8.9, triggered tsunami, and all that stuff. But as it so happens, in science we're learning about tectonic plates, and when I walked into science class, my teacher was going on about how she couldn't have asked for a more perfect natural disaster, how there were so many examples of plate movements here, and we spent the whole class watching huge waves wash cars and buildings away. We learn about earthquakes, the next day there's one in Japan. And the best part? We're learning about volcanoes next week . . .
Thursday, March 10, 2011
At a swim meet last Saturday, there was music playing during warm-ups. By the time my swim team got out of the pool, they were playing "Born this way" (by Lady Gaga). I get out, take of my goggles, and say "Why are they playing this song?". After me, most of the people on the swim team proceeded to say "I hate this song" or "this song?". It made me laugh that nobody on the swim team liked the song.