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CHRISTMAS BREAK !! !! !! !! !!

is almost here :)

studying...

for a hard bio test with music (AO) hoping to prove my theory right again.

:)

good luck to my self, or providence, or God bless..... i never know what to say.

since nick's not at college...

we hang out a lot and do weird things like make up words:

postasterous

:)

i love my brother.

you learn something new everday.

while sitting in my biology class, (which by the way can be very eventful sometimes) we were discussing what to do for our Christmas partay next week. everybody started talking about what food to bring and they're favorite chips yatta yatta yatta.

this girl in my class said that she might bring cupcakes or a cake. at this point Mrs. Bio teacher spoke up and began talking about how one of her students always brought in some French bread/cake/jelly thing. it sounded really good. she then went on to say that one of her other students (who happens to be a good friend of mine) always brought in pumpkin pie. i burst out laughing. she looked at me and my other friend who was also laughing and said, "Don't laugh. He is a great pie maker!"

well you learn something new everyday. apperantly. i'll have to get him to make me a pumpkin pie and then maybe I'll believe my teacher.

but to tell you the truth I never thought of this guy as a "great pie maker". :)

this morning...

i put my crackers in the fridge. they tasted all cold when i ate them for lunch.

i was so out of it. ha

|| hence the name of my blog

ok. so I’m sitting at work trying to look calm and under control (managing phones, greeting people, and so on) while reading a blog post by one of my good friends. Mistake numero uno. This friend is known to keep anyone laughing until you die. and I should have known this post would have me laughing hystericaly since it was entitled “yesterday – funniest day ever”. Mistake numero dos - I wasn’t thinking, so I kept on reading. It wasn’t that funny…an occasional little laugh but nothing uncontrollably funny. But as I was nearing the end of the post I started laughing so hard my eyes started welling up with tears. Now remember I am sitting up at the front desk of Covenant Life Church with various pastors and secretaries walking around me (some even in meetings!). I tried to muffle my laugh so others couldn't here me which made me laugh even harder because of the hysterical snorting noises I was making. Safe to say, I was trying oh so very hard to not fall out of my chair I was laughing so hard.

So if you want to laugh as well read rachel’s post.

oh rach, thank you mucho for always making me laugh. you make my days brighter.

:: Sing everyday

I have found that if you listen to music, and not just listen but sing and dance along while trying to memorize muscle names (or any school for that matter) it actually helps. The reason for this is that if you can listen to something and memorize a totally separate thing at the same time then you are smart. Safe to say I got a 91 on that bio test. clapclapclap. thank you very much. I shall listen to music more often. So off I go to do literature with my musica. :D


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warning: don't listen to music while doing Bible. every word will go right over your head in flying colors ... :)

quote of the day ::

"it looks like squishy cheese".

thanks for that little picture into your brain, kathleen.

:)

My Bio class

so I have this little class. ok, maybe it’s not that little – no wait. it is not little at all. no, it actually requires much thought, time, and work…and every once in a while it causes you to cautiously look down staircases, write on people with pens, and study in hallways. yes, the not so little class will do very weird things to you. the reason for this is that it is not just your average biology class. you know the: here are your biceps, this is your femur, these are you arteries type of biology class. no. this class is: here are your biceps and did you know that you have to memorize 20 pages on how it contracts and all the chemistry involved in it? oh and your femur? yeah – go color in your book alllll the different layers to that bone. oh and all the arteries you thought you knew? take that and multiply it by the largest number you can think of. then you’ll get how many there really are. mhmm. that is my biology class (I left out a lot to spare you the pain I endure). oh yes. this is my Advanced Biology plus Anatomy and Physiology class. psh. yeah. quite the mouth just to tell you what I take.

...but actually, this post is not to tell you all about yourself (trust me; you don’t want to know all about yourself). no this post is to tell you about two certain people who are the only reason I am not dead in this class. you see, there are these two girls that brighten my days so much. just the thought of them makes me feel happy and joyful and so excited to see them next : libby squamous tiren – your mom. kristen melodramatic emelio – thanks for trying to bomb that test. :) I lovelovelove them so much.

and that's why i wrote this.

and yes we do have pen battles and scare eachother with freaky stories that make certain people look down staircases when we are studying in my upstairs hallway...and much more.

look forward to it...i am.

So even though I’m not in this AP writing class, i’m still keeping this blog. :) buuuuut…no longer will it be a place of English papers and definitions (although you might occasionally find them mentioned), it will be a place of funny school stories, jokes, random thoughts, and just the everyday life in my ever eventful life. :)

Bonjour Moi

Okay so no, I didn't steel this idea from Laura (http://inklingsociety.blogspot.com/). I had made up a list like this before and was going to post it on my other blog but then lost it and yah. So then I saw that Laura had posted one on hers and it reminded me of mine, so it got me thinking again and then I made up a new one (which by the way is ever growing!). Thought i'd post it:

1. The best color in the world is blue. It makes me happy. :)

2. If I could pick another last name for myself it would be O’Connel because I think last names that begin with “O” are awesome.

3. Even though I now live in Gaithersburg, my home will always be Frederick, because I lived there for 11 years.

4. The beach, undoubtedly, is the best place on earth.

5. And since the beach is the best place, my favorite sound is the ocean.

6. My favorite number is 7. Because it’s the number of completion and it’s easy to write.

7. Thanksgiving is better than Christmas because it has better food.

8. I hate perfume. Whoever had the idea to make it and make it smell like it does couldn’t smell. Whoever made up cologne is amazing.

9. My friend M*A*S*Hed me with the one person she never wants me to marry...lol

10. I notice people’s eye color when I first meet them. eye’s are awesome.

11. I could live off of fried rice. It is quite delectable.

12. My whole life is one big movie quote and I was so happy when I realized there where other people than me who lived like that too. :)

13. Little kids say the best things.ever.

14. I think it would be awesome to own the same pair of shoes in five different colors.

15. I love to laugh.

16. My friends are the best ever. If I didn’t have the friends I do I think I might go crazy. They understand me, laugh with me (and at me) and are like raindrops on a sunny day (yah, I bet you never thought of yourself as a raindrop. now you will :D).

17. Traveling is so so so so so so! much fun.

18. I want to study photography abroad in London.

19. Singing like no one is listening is my favorite!

20. The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. psalm.23.1

yup. that's me. well part of me. =)

Novel

So I am writing a novel. Yes, It been a long time since I started, but, hey, at least I haven't given up yet! :) So anyways I thought I would post the beginning. urk. the would has never seen this before! nervous of what you guys will think. let me know:

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It was a dark night like no other. The rain had been falling in torrents since dusk when the mysterious traveler rode up to the small house. She slid off her wet horse, pushed the soaked loose strands of hair away from her face and tied her horse to a tree branch. She stumbled toward the door and knocked. No answer. She knocked again. This time she heard a faint voice, “Go away!
“Please sir, let me come in?” She asked.
“No!"
“Sir, I’ve been riding all day long and am tired. Just for a few minutes to warm –"
A small window in the door opened. “What do you want? Can’t you tell we’re not an inn?”
“Yes, sir, I realized and I’ll gladly pay you for your trouble but-"
“Hank! Are you making that poor traveler stand out there in the rain while you question as to what they want?”
“Well…I…you see - ”
Just then a second face showed at the door. “Oh! You poor soaked dear. Come in, come in! Umm…here. Hank, move out of the way, so I can open the door.”
The sweet, plump lady bumped aside her husband, opened the door and motioned for the “soaked dear” to come in. The girl just stood there and pointed back to her horse.
“Please,” she said, “Joshua – my horse. He needs shelter more than I do. And food.”
“Oh I see. Yes, dear. Hank, would you mind taking Joshua to the stables and uh? Well…make him feel right at home!” The lady said with a warm smile.

Hank was about to protest when a gust of wind and rain was blown straight at him. Spitting out water he exclaimed, “Well, doesn’t look like I can get anymore wet! Come on, Joshua; to the stables.”
“And you, my dear girl, to the kitchen!”
“Here, why don’t you hand me that heavy overcoat of yours – why, my goodness child! This must be as heavy as you are! Let me get you some fresh clothes as I see those are soaked through.”
She hurried to a room in the back and brought out a fresh nightgown. “Here, put this on.”
“Oh, thank you so very much. Your kindness is un-payable.”
“A sweet smile from your pretty face is all I need.” The girl gave her a smile and then turned to go sit by the hearth, the kind lady’s eyes watching her every perfect move. But she quickly stirred herself out of her stare and back to reality. “If you don’t mind me asking: your name?”
“Oh! It’s Colette.”
“Ah Colette. What a pretty name. Well, Colette, are you hungry dear?”
“Oh yes! Very much so. I would like – ” The girl’s hand flew to her mouth and she suddenly became very quiet. She continued in a hushed tone, “Whatever you have to offer would be quite lovely.”
“Alright…then…I’ll fix you something warm. Clam chowder is what we had tonight. Is that uh...fine?”
“Yes, thank you.” While Penny hurried off to fix her a bowl, Collette just starred at the fire. It was obvious to Penny that something was troubling her but she knew better than to ask.
“Here you are!”
“Thank you.” Collette’s big brown eyes looked up at Penny and almost melted her heart. Oh the poor thing. I wonder what the matter is. I‘m sure it would help her to talk about – no, no, no, it wouldn’t. It’s her business. Oh Penny, stop it. She’ll be fine. You didn’t even know her till now. And you still don’t know her! Be friendly but not too…

The silence had been too much for Colette. “Has it been raining like this all day?”
Penny almost jumped for she was still in the midst of thinking. “What? Oh! Ah, yes, it has. I do hope it clears up by tomorrow morning for Hank and I are supposed to go fishing!”
“Do you fish?” Colette asked as she finished the last spoonful of her warm soup. “Yes; we both fish. Hank more so than I but I must confess, there’s nothing more satisfying than eating fish that you yourself caught,” Penny admitted with a chuckle.

Just then the door opened and in walked Hank, dripping with cold water from head to foot. Penny gave a little jump for she had forgotten that he had been outside.
“Joshua is warm and well-fed. No need to worry…Miss-”
“Colette. Just Colette. No miss, please.”
“Alright, Colette. Well, I can tell you take great pride in your horse. He is strong and healthy.”
“Thank you. Yes, I love my horse very much. He was given to me by my father before he was…ahem, before he died.”
“Yes, I see. Well that’s a special gift.”
“Yes. Very special.”
Penny saw a tear roll down off of the pretty young girl’s cheek and she quickly changed the subject. “Well, I think we all need to get some sleep. I know Hank and I have a big day ahead of us and I’m pretty sure our little traveler will need to be getting on her way pretty early in the morning.”
Colette looked up and smiled at Penny who was in turn smiling back at her. “Right this way dear and I’ll show you to your room,” Penny said gently as she took her bowl from her.
“Here you are. It’s not very big, but –”
“Oh, it’s fine. Thank you.” Colette said as she looked around the room. It was small indeed, but it looked warm and dry, which was all she needed right now.
“Alright. Then… you’re… fine here?” Penny said in a way that was more of a statement then a question.
“Yes, perfectly. Good Night.”
“Good Night.” Colette gently closed the heavy wooden door behind Penny and then walked over to the side of the bed and sank down onto it. So many questions where running through her tired mind: Why can’t every body be this kind? Why do people try to force other people to do things? Why can’t…her thoughts trailed off into a peaceful sleep.

It was still dark when Colette awoke and judging by the sound of Hank’s snore still very early in the morning. Trying not to trip in the dark, Colette tip-toed to the heavy oak door and opened it without to much noise. She made her way over to the fire which had become mere embers now, and slipped on her clothes which were warm and dry. Rummaging around the kitchen, Colette happened upon a quill and ink and a small piece of parchment and quickly wrote a note, which she hoped was legible since it was still so dark. Just by chance she found a loaf of bread and stuffed that into her pocket.

After stopping to see if Hank was still snoring, which he was, Colette quickly made her way over to the front door. As soon as she reached she noticed it was bolted. Perfect! I can unbolt the door but how in the world am I going to get it bolted back from the outside without the key? The window! Colette remembered the window in her room and bolted back as quietly as possible. She could she the sun coming up through the window and knew she had to leave quickly. Thankfully the window was low enough for her to swing one leg over and out of the window sill. She lifted her body onto the sill swung her other leg out and landed safely and quietly on the ground. She dashed over to the stable, unlatched the door, and grabbed Joshua’s saddle. Quickly she tightened the straps and led Joshua out of the stable. She re-latched the stable door and hoisted herself up onto Joshua’s sleek body. With once friendly click of her heels to his sides he was off and running. Colette stopped once she had reached the top of the hill and looked back over her shoulder. The rising sun was casting an orange-red glow over the peek of the tallest mountain in the distance. Colette smiled. What a glorious day for riding.

Synthesis Essay

Third essay of the month...ah!
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“According to Francine Prose, ‘Education, after all, is a process intended to produce a product.’ Examine your school or another part of an educational system (for example, your school district, a Montessori class, a private religion-affiliated school). Describe specific parts of the educational process, and the ‘product’ they strive to produce. Think of this as a cause-effect essay, with the process as the cause and the product as the effect.”:

Education has been around for so long that I don’t think it ever occurred to us why we need it. All types of education whether public, private, or homeschool are very important for life. Education is the main source for training children into the adults they will be in the future. It is a process intended to produce a product. I have had the joy of being homeschooled for almost 11 years of my life and it has greatly influenced me. It has expanded my vocabulary, assisted me in math, given me clarity in chemistry and helped me in many other ways.

When people think of homeschooling they think of school in your pajamas, snow days whenever you want them, extra credit for just picking a flower during science, and so on. But actually, being homeschooled is just as difficult as going to public or private school. Kids can’t sleep in late and they don’t get snow days because all of their school is done at home! I know from experience that being homeschooled is not easy. You still have the same amount of school as other kids. And since there is no nailed-down schedule you have to create one and train yourself to stay on it.

Some people may disagree with homeschooling because they feel it does not prepare young people for the world. But this would not be accurate. One of the great benefits of being homeschooled is the fact that your parents are your greatest influences. No teacher can better instruct you in how to face the world than your parents. In homeschooling, the amount of time children spend with their parents and siblings is greater than in public or private school. With the amount of homework kids receive in school it can become very difficult to find enough time for family and homework. I’m not saying that homeschoolers have it easy and never have a lot of homework. Absolutely not! I am always busy and I constantly have many late nights filled with school. But it is a blessing to be home throughout the day and be able to have lunch with my mom and periodically interact with my siblings. This is especially helpful to young girls, who instead of being away from the home all day, can interact with their mothers and learn basic skills in the home as well as school. This is one of the main reasons I have never gone to school. In being homeschooled, I have earned the same education but also homemaking skills from my mom!

Over time, homeschooling has become more co-op based than home based. Now-a-days there are many outside classes provided to students. Many wonderful people are willing to take a bunch of kids and conduct a class for them that will help them grow intellectually. When I was in 7th and 8th grade I was involved in a history and literature co-op called Tapestry of Grace. You may have heard of it or maybe you have even done it. That class introduced me to many books and topics that I had never really given any thought to. In those 2 years I learned so much about our culture and the world around us. Leon Botstein in Let Teenagers Try Adulthood said, “Beginning with seventh grade, there should be four years of secondary education that we may call high school.”1 I am sure that not only me, but my other classmates, are so grateful that we were not in high school during those two years because those are the years that really helped us get a grasp on what we would be learning in the coming years of high school. If I had entered high school when I should have been entering 7th grade, I would not have been ready for the amount of information that a high school student has to acquire and remember.

One of the great blessings of being homeschooled is the opportunity to take AP classes. Public and private school students typically only have one or tow choices available, as opposed to homeschoolers who have vast choices of AP classes available to them. AP classes not only go deeper than the basics in a certain subject, but they are college-level classes. One of the greatest pros to AP classes is the fact that they prepare you for college level work. Another great think about AP classes is that some of them give college credit on the AP test if you score high enough. The students who work hard in those classes are rewarded by not having to take as many core college classes.

Education is meant to produce a product. If education had no purpose, no value, no point, it would have been figured out by now. Francine Prose says in I Know Why the Caged Bird Cannot Read that, “Education, after all, is a process intended to produce a product.”2 Many students do not see education as enjoyable because they don’t position themselves to see learning as a process intending to produce a product. They view homework as a burden and boring, when, in fact, it is one of the most important keys to learning. Some students just do enough studying and work to “get by” instead of taking ownership of the opportunity they have been given to learn. These students – public, private, or homeschooled – have the view in mind that school is about getting good grades and passing the SATs. However, we know that school is so much more than that. It’s about learning and developing kids and teens into adults ready to make change happen, be a part of a new discovery, perform surgery, study the heavens, and the like.

Over the years, education has taught students simple facts like long division and complex equations such as how to find the equilibrium in a chemical reaction. Subjects like math, science, history, and writing are very important in the life of a student. Homeschooling is one of the ways to produce students who are ready to face the world and all of its joys and challenges.

i.do.love.her

(the sis)

eph.6.10-20

"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. Put on the full amor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, and as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. In all circumstances take up the sheild of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, praying at all times in the Spirit with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverence, making supplication for all the saints, and also for me, that words may be given to me in opening my moth boldly to proclaim the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassado in chains, that I maydeclare it boldy, as I ougth to speak."

First Essay of the Year...

To tell you the truth...I wasn't quite sure how this essay would turn out. I wasn't quite sure I could write a 750 word essay. I wasn't quite sure I could pick a prompt without thinking about all of them for forever. And I wasn't quite sure what I was getting myself into. I seriously sat down at my computer and starred at the screen for about 30 minutes trying to get some idea of how to start my essay. But like most people when I got in my "writing groove" my paper soon became 804 words. And I wasn't finished. I had also only finished the first sentence of the introduction and then started writing the rest of my paper, making sure to leave about 100 words for the intro. Like that was gonna happen. My paper was already too long. I didn't know what to do. So I cut out half of the middle of my paper. Word count: 550. Perfect. I then finished my conclusion to the paper, and moved up to the dreaded introduction I knew I had to write. Again, I starred at my computer for forever. I had an idea and wrote it out. Hmmm..no, that doesn't fit. No that one doesn't flow right. This one doesn't even make sense...and so on. I finally came up with what you will soon read...though short, I think it fits with what my papers is trying to get across. Oh and it's 748 words. :)

Describe a character in fiction, a historical figure, or a creative work (as in art, music, science, etc.) that has had an influence on you, and explain that influence:

The essay question that I picked was not hard at all. What fictional character has made an influence on my life? Meg March from Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. Why? As you read you will see that Meg, though she lived in the time of the Civil War was not any different from you or I today. Keep in mind that though Meg is a girl the lesson her life displays are not just for women, but for men also.

“Margaret, the eldest of the four, was sixteen, and very pretty, being plump and fair, with large eyes, plenty of soft hair, a sweet mouth, and white hands, which she was very proud of.” Meg was growing up to be a lady. Daily she was trying to set an example for her three younger sisters, encouraging them to stay strong for Marmee (their mother) while their Father was away in the Civil War. She had a calm spirit that did not easily fret, though she did have her days when she could be quite “put out”, especially if her wild, fifteen-year-old sister, Jo, got in her way. It was because of this calm spirit that she had patience to nanny for two rowdy young children, earning money for her family. Meg’s tender-heart for her family is most displayed in her care for her youngest sister, Amy. She is the one who is always there for her and, besides Marmee, comforts her more than any other sister. Throughout the book, Meg develops a heart for the home. She was the first daughter to marry and in certain parts of the book we see Meg managing her home as well as she can with two children (she had twins).

Whenever I read this book, or, actually, whenever I see this book I am reminded of Meg and what she is like, how she would respond to a certain situation and try to act like that. (I do want to make something clear: Meg is not my main role model, she is just a girl like me who already has the character of a woman). But how am I like Meg? I don’t knit or nanny or cook, but in some ways I am like her. Meg is very much a lady and in my own way I too am a lady. Though I love adventure, laughing hard till your side aches, running and being wild, I wouldn’t characterize myself as a “tomboy” or unlady-like. I also see myself as having a mild spirit, like Meg. When things get hectic and I have way too many things to do, I don’t stress out and get worried. Usually I sit down with a pen and a sticky-note and make a schedule for my day or week. I also see myself like Meg in that I can’t wait to have my own home with children running around and around. That’s where I think the mild spirit will come in useful.

Just like there are ways that I am like Meg, there are also ways in which I am not like her. One of the biggest ways is setting an example. Meg is the oldest in her family, and while I am not the oldest child I am the oldest girl and I set an example for my younger brother and sister. Will it be one I want them to follow? Will I wish that I had been more respectful in my teen years? Will I wish I had a better relationship with them? With my parents? Everyday I am seeking to refine each one of these questions. Meg left behind an example for her family; I want to leave one for mine.

We all have our Megs. Maybe yours is your Mom or Dad. Their example inspires you to grow in wisdom. It could be your best friend. Or someone famous such as Thomas Edison, who tried and failed nearly 1,000 times to make the light bulb and that inspires you to never give up. I hope that in reading my essay you have seen the how Margaret March can inspire others as well. So many useful things can be learned from her fictional life. I hope that you, my fellow students and teens, will embark on the journey of leaving a legacy to be remembered as I have.

So here's my question: Was it worth it?

Great Article about Palin

This is a great article on Sarah Palin and her new baby, Trig, who was born with Down Syndrome. Definitey worth reading all 3 pages!

http://www.iht.com/articles/2008/09/08/america/08baby.php

Just One More Thing - Sara Groves

There's always just one more thing
There's always another task
There's always I just have one more small favor to ask
And everything is urgent and everything is now
I wonder what would really happen if I stopped somehow
I'll be there in a minute

Just a few places to go
You wake up a few years later and your kids are grown
And everything is important
But everything is not
At the end of your life your relationships are all you're got

And love to me is when you put down that one more thing and say
I've got something better to do
And love to me is when you walk out on that one more thing and say
Nothing will come between me and you
Not even one more thing

There will never be an end to
The request upon your time
It's your place to stand up and tell the world
You've got to rest awhile
And everything is important
But everything is not
At the end of your life your relationships are all you've got

And love to me is when you put down that one more thing and say
I've got something better to do
And love to me is when you walk out on that one more thing and say
Nothing will come between me and you
Not even one more thing
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I love this song because it reminds me of how important relationships are.

"And everything is important
But Everything is not
At the end of your life your relationships are all you've got"

Those lines are so true. At the time everything in our lives seems so important, but in the long run the friendships we build together and the hearts that are knit are the things that last forever! God doesn't care if we got to the grocery store on Monday, He cares that we stopped and prayed for the friend who called and was struggling with doubting His will. He doesn't care that we were late to that party, He cares that we comforted our little sister who was sad that we were leaving and explained that we would be back later. When we stop to take this time out of our busy day are relationships are made stronger.

Lord, help us to remember this. Help us to remember to put others first, because that is what you did. You came not to be served but to serve.

bleg...

is the word for how i feel right now...make up your own definition.

Word Bank - Propitiation

My new favorite word: Propitiation. Just the way it sounds, makes me think of a sacrafice. And I should, because that is what it means.

Propitiation: a mediator, sacrifice, substitute.

I came across this word (propitiation) a few days ago in my my quiet time while reading 1 John 2:1-2. It says this,

"My little children, I am writing these things to you so that you may not sin. But if anyone does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. He is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the sins of the whle world."

Not only does the word sound amazing but when seen in context it brings on a whole new meaning! Christ Jesus is the propitiation, our propitiation, the sacrifice, the substitute before a Holy God, the bearer of the whole world's sins!

This is from my journal entry that day:

Though we have sinned, we need not worry about how to make up for our wrong actions. God has already sent his son as the mediator between Himself and us.

-God has given us all good things; the greatest being his Word where he has shown us how to walk out our lives for his glory. he is such a gracious God and willingly lay his life down as our substitute and that awful, yet glorious cross.

-I am a sinner in need of a Savior, yet God in his great mercy intervened and rescued me from the pit of hell. How Great Is Our God!

welcome school...

A new year is starting and that means a new season of life is too. I'm excited! Every year God shows me something new and I can't wait to see what this year holds! 2 years ago it was to trust Him with my surgery, last year was to persevere in the hard classes, and this year is going to be just as eye-opening as those 2 years have been.

I am also excited about the AP Language class because I love to write and always have (hence the blog name). I also want to grow in my writing. My favorite type of writing is fiction though, and I am in the midst of writing a fairy tale book: Forbidden Love. But this class is really going to help me grow in essay writing which I also enjoy.

so ditto to my post title...welcome school. or not! :P