I honestly have to ask -- WHY did Elementary school even bother teaching everyone cursive? They told us all, "You need to learn it because you will use it later in life." When? When exactly is that? I use print. I write each letter as an individual, and so do most people I know. Why do we do this? Well, one, its readable. Every time I get a letter in the mail from my either of my grandma's, its in cursive. The letter will take me more or less 10 minutes to decipher. They're never even that long. I hate reading cursive. I have to squint, re read things over and over again, try and figure out is that a T or and L? Is it and E or and R? Come on. I just despise it. If its written nice, it can be beautiful! But the majority of the time, its sloppy, fast, and smudgy. I cannot read it. Elementary school lied to us all. Think about that. It hurts doesn't it. I spent far too much time perfecting my uppercase G's than I needed to. FAR TOO MUCH TIME.
Curses.
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Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Type Here:
www.yourworldoftext.com/pranksters
basically -- you just drag your mouse anywhere and type.
its relieving in a way. no one knows who it is. you just write your feelings. sometimes people are on
sometimes they aren't. you can just let stuff out. or write in general. its nice.
i like it.
its gratifying.
-kate
basically -- you just drag your mouse anywhere and type.
its relieving in a way. no one knows who it is. you just write your feelings. sometimes people are on
sometimes they aren't. you can just let stuff out. or write in general. its nice.
i like it.
its gratifying.
-kate
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Bending, Finding, Playing.
1. Knee is OFFICIALLY bendable! Right now on 30 degrees but every Thursday I get to add on another 30 until I have full range of motion -- How SWEET is that? I would say very. But it is SO SORE and stiff from being locked for so long!
2. Journal is FOUND! Apparently I left it at my friend Rae's house... Only I didn't figure that out until 4 weeks later.. Thank goodness it wasn't lost for good though! I missed oh so very much!
3. Playing guitar a lot lately! Bought an electric! Gold Fender with a customized pick guard, and I love it SO MUCH! And I made a sweet strap out of shoelaces for my acoustic :) Its wonderful! Any reccomendations for songs? I could use some!
So, latest news in life -- I reccomend you listen to Sara Bareilles. I just discovered her, and she is the most amazing singer in the world! Top three songs have got to be King of Anything, Gonna Get Over You, and Hold My Heart. Those are from her latest album, Kaleidoscope Heart. Look them up, and you shall fall in love.
My French teacher is a SPAZZ. But absolutely wonderful! We have learned how to say "to suck at" and "the thingy" and all sorts of interesting things. She promises if we make it to French 5, then we will be learning bad words! I can't wait! ;) Or maybe I'll just cheat and look them up. :)
English class the other day. My teacher coughs so hard she pukes. Interesting.. sort of made the class pretty awkward. She didn't spew in class, but ran out with her leaving words being, "I'm going to throw up.... Read chapter 6." Classic English teacher. Mrs. Smith.. Spewy Smith? Eh, thats sort of harsh.. Poor lady. It wasn't even my real english teacher either -- it was a sub! On her first day subbing!
Worst part is the English class reading. The independent classic reading is HORRIBLE. Huck Finn. I do NOT reccomend it. There is no climax whatsoever, and all of Huck's problems get fixed, with absolutely no trouble. Its pointless, boring, and the southern spelling of the words is absolutly impossible to understand! Do not read this if you can help it. Bores you to tears.
I'll try and write more, but due to a LOAD of homework that comes with school, I don't know how often that will be. :| MEH.
2. Journal is FOUND! Apparently I left it at my friend Rae's house... Only I didn't figure that out until 4 weeks later.. Thank goodness it wasn't lost for good though! I missed oh so very much!
3. Playing guitar a lot lately! Bought an electric! Gold Fender with a customized pick guard, and I love it SO MUCH! And I made a sweet strap out of shoelaces for my acoustic :) Its wonderful! Any reccomendations for songs? I could use some!
So, latest news in life -- I reccomend you listen to Sara Bareilles. I just discovered her, and she is the most amazing singer in the world! Top three songs have got to be King of Anything, Gonna Get Over You, and Hold My Heart. Those are from her latest album, Kaleidoscope Heart. Look them up, and you shall fall in love.
My French teacher is a SPAZZ. But absolutely wonderful! We have learned how to say "to suck at" and "the thingy" and all sorts of interesting things. She promises if we make it to French 5, then we will be learning bad words! I can't wait! ;) Or maybe I'll just cheat and look them up. :)
English class the other day. My teacher coughs so hard she pukes. Interesting.. sort of made the class pretty awkward. She didn't spew in class, but ran out with her leaving words being, "I'm going to throw up.... Read chapter 6." Classic English teacher. Mrs. Smith.. Spewy Smith? Eh, thats sort of harsh.. Poor lady. It wasn't even my real english teacher either -- it was a sub! On her first day subbing!
Worst part is the English class reading. The independent classic reading is HORRIBLE. Huck Finn. I do NOT reccomend it. There is no climax whatsoever, and all of Huck's problems get fixed, with absolutely no trouble. Its pointless, boring, and the southern spelling of the words is absolutly impossible to understand! Do not read this if you can help it. Bores you to tears.
I'll try and write more, but due to a LOAD of homework that comes with school, I don't know how often that will be. :| MEH.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Once upon a day, there was a ... / Write for Ten
Recently, I have found a deep love for writing, and have found a few sites that have helped me and timed me to get a story written down and done. The one shown below was written in ten minutes. I was immediately stopped after that ten minutes. You can go to, http://writeforten.com/ to write your own ten minute long story, or go to http://writeforten.com/posts/282 to read this story and post a comment! Enjoy
Once upon a day, there was a light wind rustling the trees. It was a cool summer evening, and Micaela and Johnny were outside playing. It had been raining for weeks and weeks, and it had finally stopped. There was a lot of mud and new treasures buried in the mud to be discovered. Micaela ran over to the tall oak tree that had a dirty old tire swing hanging from one of its sturdiest branches. The rope was caked with dirt from many grubby hands grabbing it over the years. Johnny, who was Micaela’s younger brother, was squatting over in the mud, humming to himself as he picked up some worms, and put them in a jar to keep as pets. Micaela didn’t object to this, she remembered the good old days when she found that big snail and did the same thing.
She knew that Johnny’s worms would probably die, but usually, Johnny kept good care of his pets. He put loads of dirt into his little glass jar, then plopped the worms in there, and dumped a few more plastic shovelfuls in there on top of them. Then he screwed a lid on that had little holes delicately punched into the top.
Micaela and Johnny were siblings, but they were the best of friends. Johnny was in 2nd grade, and Micaela was in 6th. Although there was a gigantic age difference between the two, there was just something about them that repelled quarreling.
Micaela didn’t have many friends at school. In fact, she had none. She was a bit of a wall flower at school, who filled up the margins of her notebooks with fantastic drawings of other worlds and other creatures. But no one ever saw these drawings except for Johnny, because no one really took the time to come near her. Johnny though, appreciated these drawings more than anyone else. He would imagine that they were real, and that if they went outside into the mud caked lawn, and out to the big oak tree with the tire swing, then they could climb up the wooden ladder up to their tall club house high up in the trees, and see these brilliant worlds for themselves.
Once upon a day, there was a light wind rustling the trees. It was a cool summer evening, and Micaela and Johnny were outside playing. It had been raining for weeks and weeks, and it had finally stopped. There was a lot of mud and new treasures buried in the mud to be discovered. Micaela ran over to the tall oak tree that had a dirty old tire swing hanging from one of its sturdiest branches. The rope was caked with dirt from many grubby hands grabbing it over the years. Johnny, who was Micaela’s younger brother, was squatting over in the mud, humming to himself as he picked up some worms, and put them in a jar to keep as pets. Micaela didn’t object to this, she remembered the good old days when she found that big snail and did the same thing.
She knew that Johnny’s worms would probably die, but usually, Johnny kept good care of his pets. He put loads of dirt into his little glass jar, then plopped the worms in there, and dumped a few more plastic shovelfuls in there on top of them. Then he screwed a lid on that had little holes delicately punched into the top.
Micaela and Johnny were siblings, but they were the best of friends. Johnny was in 2nd grade, and Micaela was in 6th. Although there was a gigantic age difference between the two, there was just something about them that repelled quarreling.
Micaela didn’t have many friends at school. In fact, she had none. She was a bit of a wall flower at school, who filled up the margins of her notebooks with fantastic drawings of other worlds and other creatures. But no one ever saw these drawings except for Johnny, because no one really took the time to come near her. Johnny though, appreciated these drawings more than anyone else. He would imagine that they were real, and that if they went outside into the mud caked lawn, and out to the big oak tree with the tire swing, then they could climb up the wooden ladder up to their tall club house high up in the trees, and see these brilliant worlds for themselves.
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