Answers to All of the Questions People Ask me About College

Do you ever feel like people are asking you the same questions over and over?  I think every college-bound student has been asked most of these questions, or some form of them, at least 452 times this summer.  Thus, I have graciously provided my answers to all of them, so I can direct people to this page and avoid small talk. 🙂  Warning: Sarcasm ahead.

Photo cred:  Yes, you can actually buy this shirt there.



Q: Sooo, where are you going to school?

A: Boston.  Boston University.

Q: Congratulations!  Why did you choose to go there?

A: Umm… money.  They gave me a scholarship.

Q: Oh, that’s great.  Then how did you choose to apply in the first place?

A: Goodness gracious, I don’t know!  I was such a confused child when applying to colleges that I didn’t know how or why I was applying anywhere.  But if you want to know how I found the school, umm… College Board told me it would be a good fit.  Is that a good answer?

Q: Okay.  Well you better be careful up in Boston.  Do you know how liberal they are up there?

A: Liberal?  Well, gosh diddly darn!  I never would have guessed Boston was liberal.  And it’s not as if I would like to meet anyone with different political beliefs than the ones I’m used to.  Because I am every bit as conservative as you assume I am, and because I have no brain, I’m naturally concerned I will absorb all liberal ideas I come into contact with.  If Boston is liberal, I’m just going to have to renounce my scholarship, aren’t I?

Q: What are you majoring in?

A: Well, at first I was thinking English or Creative Writing or something, but then I realized most of the jobs available to me would be teaching jobs, and I do not have the patience to deal with one of those.  So then I decided on the most PRACTICAL, money-making major ever: sociology.

Q: Why did you choose that major?

A: Like I said, it’s the ultimate millionaire’s major!  NO, because I’m passionate about it.  But I also happen to be passionate about being able to eat so I’m thinking about that career factor…

Q: Do you know what job you’re going to get?

A: *Facepalm*  All these questions make me feel like I don’t think things through well.

Q: Are you planning on finding a husband in college?

A: Oh yes.  That’s my one and only goal.  Why else would I have spent so much time studying for the SAT, move to another continent, and work to pay for college?  It wouldn’t be to get a good education.  What a preposterous idea.  I mean, a woman trying to get an education in order to get a job outside the home?  In the twenty first century?  Laughable.  And it’s not like there are perfectly free dating sites I could use to find a date if that was my goal in life.

Q: Are you excited?

A: YES.  But also nervous and terrified.  Because I’m an introvert and shy and moving to a whole new culture with tons and tons of people and I’m an obsessive freak about my grades and want to do really well and… did I mention I’m a tad nervous?  But, yes.  I’m excited.




Write What You Know: Good Or Bad Advice?

One of my favorite things to talk about is writing.  I could daily give long (and probably rather annoying and repetitive) speeches on the subject, but since there are few people in this world who would be interested in such a monologue, I’ve decided to post my thoughts here, where I hope such people will find this and read it.


Here’s a piece of writing advice we’ve all heard at some point: write what you know.  Since writing has become a serious hobby for me, I’ve spent a lot of time wondering whether this is really good advice or not.  (That’s what everyone spends their free time thinking about, isn’t it?  No?  Just me?  Okay.)  If you write what you know, you will probably tend to do these three things: writing stories set in places you’re familiar with, writing about characters based on real people you know, and writing about emotions you feel/ issues you deal with.

One opinion  and another opinion

Obviously, not all writers stick to settings they’ve been to.  If that were the case, then we would be bereft of fantasy and science fiction, which would be a terrible tragedy indeed.  On the other hand, several writers have penned wonderful books set in their own hometown.  I don’t think it really matters whether writers choose to write in settings that they’ve visited or not, so long as they are familiar with them.  Regardless of what kind of writing you want to do, you have to know about your  setting.  If you write a book set in Portugal and get the name of the capital city wrong, then people who have actually been to Portugal will be disgusted and possibly throw your book aside.  If you write about a fantasy world and have no idea what it looks like, then you’ll run into several problems and weaken your story.  So in a way, writing what you know is good advice for setting.

If you truly stick to writing what you know, then all your characters will be based on real people.  This can be a little risky, as the models for your characters can catch on.  Again, this is something you can go either way on, and authors have been successful with both fictional and real characters.  Personally, I prefer to write about characters of my creation, although sometimes I may get inspiration from a character trait of a real person.  For example, if some one I know stands out as really caring, then I might try to work that aspect into one of my characters.

One thing that writers commonly do is base characters (especially protagonists) on themselves.  The advantage to this is that it can help you create a more complex character.  There probably aren’t many people you understand better than yourself, so it helps you understand your characters better if they’re like you.  The downside to this is that all your characters will start to sound the same.  You might be a great person, but your readers will get tired of reading several books populated with characters exactly like you.  Another risk (which becomes even riskier when you base your protagonists on yourself) is that you might be tempted to portray yourself without your flaws.  It’s hard to publish the ugly side of yourself  for everyone to see, and it will sound much more appealing to play up all your strengths instead, possibly even adding a few strengths you wish you had.  The problem with this is that you’ll end up with an obnoxiously perfect protagonist that your readers are more likely to want to throw up on than to admire or relate to.

So if you’re able to create characters based on yourself without avoiding these errors, then go for it.  Otherwise, I’d stay away from this.  When I create a major character, I always try to think of specific  things that make him/her similar and different from me.  I keep some similarities so that I can relate to them, and make some differences so that… well, I believe I’ve explained that.

So basically, don’t do this.

Now for the final part of my post: the emotions.  This is one area where I usually write what I know.  I do this because I’m afraid that if I write about an emotion or issue I’m too unfamiliar with, it will come out all wrong and people who have been through what I’m writing about won’t like it.  I also stick to feelings I know because I think my heart will be in it more and I’ll do a better job of making the reader feel the right emotion with me.  I’m not saying that’s the right way, I’m just saying that’s what I do.

But then again, it is possible to have success in writing about characters in situations you’ve never dealt with.  For instance, John Green has never been a teenage girl dying of cancer, but The Fault in Our Stars was still a bestseller.  Though before writing this book, he did spend time with cancer patients.  (You don’t have to write what you know, but always do your research.)

Well, I think that’s all I have to say.  If you’ve made it through this ridiculously long blog post, then here’s a gold star for you:

In Which My Jet Lagged Self Obsesses Over Harry Potter

Random life update: For those of you who don’t know, I spent all day yesterday– literally all  24 hours– traveling to America.  (And I am very proud to say I spent my time on the airplane watching documentaries and cat videos.  Like cool people do.)  This has left me jet lagged and in the mood to do random things to entertain myself.  So although this doesn’t fit into my blogging schedule, I decided to do a Harry Potter survey I found on Kayla’s blog.  Hope you’re amused (or at least don’t find me too weird).


*using my best Sorting Hat voice* GRYFFINDOR!  Or so Pottermore says.


No.  *sighs*  I didn’t start reading the books until after all the movies came out…


’tis beautiful and amazing and brought me near to tears (and trust me, precious few books have done that)


ummm…. I ummm…. haven’t reread any of them from cover to cover.  *hides face as all of the long-time Harry Potter fans leave in disgust.*

But I have reread parts I like.


No one died.  I refuse to believe so.

But if you must know, Fred’s death was rather brutal.  And Sirius’s.


It’s a hard choice between owls and cats.  I might choose an owl because it’s more unusual.


I really liked the movie!  It stuck to the book fairly well, I think.

Fun fact: I actually saw this movie before watching any of the other movies or reading any of the books.  Please forgive me.  I was on a ten hour flight.


I actually haven’t seen the Deathly Hallows yet.  If I do, then the whole thing would be over, and that is just too sad to think about.  😦  But I like the idea of it.  There’s just WAY too much in Deathly Hallows for one movie.


Yes yes!!!  Much better than the fairy tales you silly muggles read. 😛


Ninth grade.  I was fourteen.  Which was three years ago.

I just realized I’ve been a Potter fan for longer than I thought….


Oh so many good ones!!!!!!!

But I have to say Hermione.  Why?  Because I just relate to her so much.  I am Hermione.  I even have her hair.  (from the first movie, not any of the later ones)


Fred/George!  Those are technically two, but they’re basically one.  *glares at J.K. Rowling, who apparently forgot this while writing Deathly Hallows*


Professor McGonagall. Because of this:

“Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?”
“You called her a liar?”
“You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?”
“Have a biscuit, Potter.”


Bellatrix Lestrange.  Because in a weird way, she’s pretty awesome.  And because of Helena Bonham Carter.


Blasted ended skrewts.  Just kidding. 😛  Probably dragons.


Avada kedavra, obviously.  I like to yell it at non Harry Potter fans and confuse them.

Okay, so I don’t actually do that.  Not usually anyway.


Sooo many.  But my all time favorite is:

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

As well as:

“If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”


“It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”


“Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have.”


Hmmm… well, as I’ve mentioned, I haven’t seen either Deathly Hallows, and those would probably be my favorites.  I also haven’t seen the fourth one, because everyone told me it was bad.  My favorite was probably the fifth or the sixth one… not sure which.


Gryffindor!! The place where I belong. 


Hogwarts, of course.  As well as Fred and George’s joke shop.


ooooh hard one… Fred and George.  Because they’re hilarious.  And again I nominate them together because they’re supposed to be together. *second glare at J.K.*


Ron and Hermione.  They’re perfect, and much better together than Harry and Hermione.  And also James and Lily.  I’m not sure why, but I really love them.


I believe I’ve covered this already.


Ravenclaw!  Because they’re smart.  And because of the lovely Luna Lovegood.


I do not like this question.  It separates Fred and George, and you know how I feel about that.


I love them both, but Luna.  I just love her quirky personality.  And she’s much better in the movies than Ginny is.  Seriously some one needs to remind the script writers that Ginny actually has a personality, and an endearing one at that.


Butterbeer.  I have an obsession with warm drinks and have always wanted to try it.


Hogsmeade.  So I can try Butterbeer.  And because it looks amazing.


Hmm… let me think…. (does this question even have to be asked?)


Chamber of Secrets.  Mostly because of Gilderoy Lockhart.  I know he’s awful, but he was HILARIOUS.


SNAPE.  always ❤


LUPIN.  I’ve always loved him.  *sobs and glares at J.K. Rowling once again*

(I sure do seem to glare at my favorite authors a lot)


Harry/Ginny forever.  I love it that Harry and Hermione are able to have a meaningful friendship without romance.  (Yes, it can happen)  And Harry and Ginny are kind of cute.


I don’t have much of an opinion on the subject.  Maybe Lavender, because in book six she was so ridiculous that it was funny.


hmm… I really don’t have a preference.


I know Kreacher was misunderstood, but still he’s not my favorite.  Dobby on the other hand, is one of the most hilarious, cute, loveable, and hugable characters to exist.  *sighs*  So of course the lovely J.K. Rowling had to slaughter him.

(Guys, don’t get me wrong.  I actually love her.  But I might hate her a little sometimes.)


I am muggleborn myself, so I may be slightly partial to them. 🙂




BELLATRIX.  Okay, my admiration for her is a little unhealthy.  Is unhealthy.


The noseless bald villain who feasts on unicorns.  That’s not a very catchy name, but whatever.

One of my lifelong goals is to meet some one named Tom Riddle.  Ideally, he would have no idea he shared a name with the Dark Lord and wouldn’t understand why I referred to him as such.  This is an unrealistic dream, but I will keep hoping.

This will never not be funny


Hedwig.  You get to know her a lot better.  Pity that she died in J.K. Rowling’s killing spree, otherwise known as The Deathly Hallows.  (and I think that was the first time I bothered to italicize that title)

So yeah, you can unfollow me if you’re freaked out by my nerdiness.  😛  And one last pic:

The Infinity Dreams Award

It appears that the lovely Kayla has nominated me for an award.  Thank you so much!  (She has an awesome blog, in case you were wondering.  *pushes you there*)  The rules are as follows:

1. Thank and follow the blog that nominated you.
2. Tell us 11 facts about yourself.
3. Answer the questions that were set for you to answer.
4. Nominate 11 3 bloggers and set questions for them. (Seeing as I don’t really know anyone, I’ll just go with three classmates, as usual)

But I’m going to start with the questions, because for no reason in particular I feel like being a rebel.

  1. If you could have one ability (realistic or not) what would it be?

Hmm… that’s hard.  I’ll just say flying.  Impractical maybe, but fun. 🙂

2. On a scale of Fred & George to Hermione (or 1 to 10 for you non-Potterheads) how much do you enjoy school?

I study like Hermione but like enjoy the process about as much as Ron.  That would probably land me at about Harry.

3.How many pleasure books would you say you read a month?

Unfortunately only about one or two.  I have a LOT of school work and can’t seem to find time.

4. Favorite letter of the alphabet?


(hey, you didn’t say English alphabet)

5. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve gone without sleep? (I would ask, “what’s the latest you’ve stayed up,” but I think we’re all at the point where staying up until 5AM is a cakewalk…)

Well, this is a little embarrassing.  I’m not much of an all-nighter person, to be honest.  So probably thirty hours at the most.  I’ve definitely done twenty eight.  (I know because I did a week ago)

6. What’s the coolest place you’ve visited so far in your life?

Aghh…. so, so hard.  I’ve seen a lot of cool places.  ‘Tis one of the perks of living in Europe… London.  I’ll say London.  Because it’s amazing and I’m obsessed with it and it’s my life goal to live there.  (Actually, it’s my goal to live inside Harrods, but I don’t know if they allow that.)

7. How much time do you waste thinking about doing your homework as opposed to actually doing it?

*guilty stare at homework that I am conveniently ignoring to write this post*

Enough time that I might actually have time for sleep if I cut it out of my schedule.

8. What color are your eyes? #creeperquestion

They’re purple.  Yep, purple.  Don’t believe me?  Here:

photo cred to my sister 🙂

9. Would you say you have a lot of friends, but only a few close ones, or virtually no friends, but those you do have are borderline soul mates? (I will unashamedly say I am the latter)

I guess I actually do have a lot of friends, but it doesn’t feel like it since 90% of them live in other countries.  So probably the first one.

10. Do you get bored easily?

I don’t find myself bored often because I’m usually running around to finish all the things I need to do.  Also probably because I am very easily entertained.  So no.

11. Describe your best friend in three words/phrases?

friendly, playful, energetic (IDK, first ones that popped in my mind)

And now I’m going to write my facts:

1. Considering that this is my fifth time filling out an award similar to this, I should be really good at thinking of random facts about myself.

2.  I am not.  Actually, I find writing about myself just about harder than writing about anything else.  Ironically, I still really enjoy these surveys.

3. I have thick, curly strawberry blonde hair that all my sisters envy.  (Though I’m not exactly sure why, since it’s kind of hard to brush.)

4.  I am currently procrastinating math homework.  I do this rather often.

5. I lied about the hair.  But you didn’t know that, since you’ve never seen me before.

6. My real hair color is bright red.  The frizzy, hair brush-breaking kind.  My sisters do not envy it.  Actually, I’ve always envied their perfect strawberry blonde hair.  And everyone compares me to Merida from Brave.

Wish the archery skills came with the hair…

7. When it was April Fool’s Day, I was completely unaware of it.  Because I didn’t pull any pranks, I feel like I have to make up for lost time.

8. Have you suspected yet?  My hair isn’t actually red either.  Or is it?  Or am I blonde…?

9. I am a Gryffindor.  That is 100% true, I promise.  Unlike me, the Sorting Hat does not lie.

10. But you might not believe anything I say anymore.  Oh well.  I can’t blame you, since I actually don’t have any sisters.  I only have one brother.

11. Are you doubting whether I answered my questions truthfully?  Well you shouldn’t.  Not really anyway.  Only one of them is a lie.

Here is where I write my questions.  Except the rebel spirit continues and I will put my nominations first:




Aaaaand now for my questions.

NOTE: If you answer these, please only read them as you answer them.  As in, don’t read all of the questions before answering them.  It will affect the process.

1. Which answer to Kayla’s questions do you think is a lie?

2. What is the name of a book that I need to read?

3. Which ice cream flavor do you most identify with?  (Not your favorite, the one you most identify with.)

4. On a scale of  one to ten, how insane are you?

5. What do you think my real hair color is?

6. If I was Pinocchio, how long would my nose be by now?

7. What most annoys you in a book? (i.e. unoriginal plot, weak characters, etc.)

8. What is the saddest book you have ever read or saddest movie you have ever watched?

9. How do you think my novel project ends? If you are not reading it– which I totally do not hold against you– how do you think a novel should end?

10. If you had to change your identity and move to a new place, where would you go and why?

11. Did you actually believe my eyes were purple?

S4– Madlib

Sorry I haven’t been on my blog lately.  I have been BUSY.  But here’s a fun madlib to make up for it.  You can find the original story here.  Feel free to post results in the comments.

Male name (preferably someone you know):

Noun (place):

Noun (another place):

Noun (the second place again):

Verb (present tense):

Noun (plural):


Verb (ing ending):

________ [Male name (preferably someone you know)] didn’t know what time it was.  Or what day it was.  What he did know was that he was far away from ________ [noun (place)] —which was where daddy still was—and that he was still far away from _________ [noun (another place)]—which was where they were going.  He decided visiting _________ [noun (the second place again)] couldn’t possibly be worth all this trouble.  From what he remembered, it was all just a bunch of aunties, __________ [noun (plural)], and cousins he didn’t __________ [verb (present tense)], a lot of grown-ups who wanted to tell him how _______ [adverb] he had grown, and __________ [verb (ing ending)] more churches than he could count.

In case if you were wondering what the original was and you’re too lazy to click my link, here it is:

Asher didn’t know what time it was.  Or what day it was.  What he did know was that he was far away from home—which was where daddy still was—and that he was still far away from America—which was where they were going.  He decided visiting America couldn’t possibly be worth all this trouble.  From what he remembered, it was all just a bunch of aunties, uncles, and cousins he didn’t remember, a lot of grown-ups who wanted to tell him how much he had grown, and visiting more churches than he could count.

Though really, you should go back and read the whole thing….

CW 11: The Last Sunday

Our assignment this week was to write a dialogue based on the picture below.  My stories aren’t always inspired by my life, although this one was, being that this conversation is very much like one I’d have with my friends.  I hope you enjoy it!

A girl and a boy were seated across from each other on a train track, talking just as they did every Sunday afternoon.

“Curse this infernal skirt,” the girl muttered, furiously readjusting the denim across her legs.

The boy smirked.  “Seriously Nadia, don’t have to go all Shakespeare on me.”

“Aidan, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a position that doesn’t allow for anyone to look up your skirt and that’s decently comfortable?”

“Umm… no actually.  See, I don’t exactly wear skirts.”

“Oh, reeeally?  What about that picture of you in the tutu when you were three?”

The tips of his ears started to turn crimson.  “Shut up.”

“How often did you wear it again?”

“At least I’m not afraid of the train tracks,” he retorted.

“And what do you think I’m sitting on right now?”  She knocked on the iron for emphasis.

“You were pretty nervous the first few times we came here.  And you still will only sit here on Sundays when the train doesn’t come.”

She dramatically rolled her eyes.  “Well excuse me if I don’t want to get run over a train.”

“Don’t see why.”  His lips turned upward in a sideways grin.  “I mean, a hit from a train could only improve a face like yours.”

“Well!  If you ever get hit by a train, I’d feel sorrier for the train.  Just think, it could never be used again if your face was imprinted on it.”

“Of course not.  My face is so attractive that everyone would want to stare at it instead of get on.”

“More like run away screaming,” she scoffed.

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.  “Bet you can’t name one time someone ran away screaming at the sight of me.”

“Challenge accepted!”  Nadia grinned mischievously as she drummed her fingers on the train track.  “Let’s see… there was baby Mia.”

Aidan feigned disinterest, staring up at the bright August sky.  “Doesn’t count.  She was probably just hungry.”

“Right.  Because that explains why she stopped crying the moment someone else held her.”

“It was her mom!  Some babies stop crying when their mom holds them.”

“She didn’t cry when I held her.”

“Whatever.  Try again.”

And there was Mr. Cotton Ball.”

Aidan groaned.  “He’s a hamster.  That definitely doesn’t count.”

“It was still pretty funny how he bit your finger to get away though,” she said with a giggle.

He frowned.  “It wasn’t that funny.  Anyway, you’ve only thought of two examples so far, although neither of them should count.”

She gave a dramatic sigh.  “Pity.  It seems that no one had the good sense to run away at the sight of you except for… Carla!”

His eyes widened with horror.  “Wait!  What do you mean?”

“Oh, please don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

“Forgotten what?”

Nadia gained a sudden interest in her fingernails.  “Oh, you don’t really want to know.  You would probably say it doesn’t count anyway.”

“Please tell me,” Aidan begged, fidgeting with curiosity.  “Has she mentioned something I’ve done? I mean, not that she’d umm… mention me.  Has she?  Not that I really care.  Umm, you know never mind.”

Nadia’s body shook with a hysterical fit of giggles.  “Some one’s opinion of pretty little Carla has changed over the years, hasn’t it?”

He hid his face in his baseball cap.  “How, how do you always figure these things out?”

“You just happen to be easier to read than Green Eggs and Ham.”

“Okay.  Whatever.  Just what story were you going to tell about her?”

“You remember the time you walked into church with a frog?”

Aidan rolled his eyes.  “My gosh Nadia, that was ages ago.  I was like, what, five?”

“Six,” she corrected.  “Which meant you were old enough to know better, and certainly old enough to keep it from jumping on Carla’s dress.”

“I told her I was sorry.”

“Only after mom made you.  When she ran out of the room crying and screaming, you just laughed.”

He pursed his lips.  “Do you think she still remembers?”

“Oh, I know she does.  She was just complaining about it the other day.”

“Seriously?!”  He half jumped from his seat.

Nadia laughed.

“That’s not funny!” he insisted, his voice edgy.

“Okay, so she didn’t.  But I’ll bet you anything she still remembers.”

“Whatever.”  Aidan was quiet for a second, then his face lit up.  “That time she was really running away because of the frog and not me, so I still won the bet.”

“What do you mean!?  I gave three examples.”

“None of them counted.”

“But you have to let me win,” she reminded him with a smile and a friendly punch on the shoulder.  “This is my last Sunday here.”

His jaw dropped.  “What?!”

Nadia put her face in her hands, rubbing her temples.  “Someone didn’t already tell you?  I thought you would know by now.”

“Know what?”

She lifted her head and looked Aidan in the eye.  “I’m going to college.”

“Yeah, I know, next year…”

“No Aidan.  Gosh, how do you not already know about this?  I know it was a last minute decision, but I thought you at least would have caught on by now…”

“What is it?  Just tell me!” he interrupted frantically.

She sighed heavily.  It was too beautiful an afternoon to talk about this.  Though some one had to tell him.  “You know how I have enough credits to graduate a semester early?”

“Yeah…”  Aidan’s heart beat rapidly in his chest.  So yeah, Nadia was some kind of a great, overachieving student.  But what did that have to do with this?  What was she going to say?

“Well, instead of moving half way through the year or just sticking around second semester, I’m going to leave early.  I’ll be moving in with Grandma and Grandpa, taking some classes at a community college, and maybe earning some money to avoid college debt.”

Small tears of hurt and disbelief began to form at the corner of Aidan’s eyes.  “What!  You’re seriously leaving?  Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m telling you now.”

“How long did you know this?”

“Only for about a week.  It took some convincing for Mom and Dad, but they gave in.”  Nadia stared at the train track.  She felt so sure about her decision before, but now she felt horrible.

“So you want to go?”

“Yeah.  I mean, it’ll be a bit hard leaving everyone behind, but it’s for the best.”

“For the best?  Leaving me here is for the best?”

“Aidan,” she said softly.

“You’re seriously going to do this?  You’re going to go.  You’re going to leave me.”  He stared ahead dejectedly, looking past Nadia as if she wasn’t there.

“You knew I was going to be gone anyway.  In two years, you’ll be going, too.”

“I know, but… early?”

“People move on.  They go to college.  It’s a part of life,” Nadia said.  She spoke to herself as much as she did to Aidan.

He sighed.  “I know but… still.”

“Hey, listen.  Just because I’m going doesn’t mean you get rid of me entirely.  You better keep in touch understand?  If you don’t, I’ll send Carla a frog with a note attached saying it’s from you.  Got it?  And don’t think I won’t do it.”

The corners of his lips lifted in a weak smile.  “I don’t doubt it.”

“Good.”  She held out her hand to shake.  “Still friends then?”

Aidan reached out and shook it.

J9—The Parking Lot Adventure

For this week’s journal we had to rewrite an event from our life from another person’s perspective.  I decided to write about one of my amusing escapades from the perspective of my little brother, Andrew, because this is one of his favorite stories to tell.  (And mine too.)  My writing style in this assignment was different than normal because I was trying to catch my brother’s voice.  Feel free to comment!

Before the funniest thing in the world happened, I was just really tired.  Aunt Susan, Sarah and I had been walking around all day, and then we spent forever in the parking lot looking for our car.  That happened a lot on our trip.  Aunt Susan could never remember where we put the car.

Anyway, when she finally did figure out where it was, she left us to wait for her so we didn’t have to walk anymore.  As soon as she pulled up, I got in my seat, fastened my seatbelt, and then the car started.  Everything felt normal; except it wasn’t.  Because Sarah wasn’t in the car.

When I looked up I saw the car door was still open and Sarah was running—actually running—after the car.  I couldn’t help it.  I laughed and laughed until I started to cry.  “Aunt Susan!” Sarah yelled, running as fast as she could to keep up with the car.

Aunt Susan didn’t notice anything, which made everything so much funnier.  Even Sarah started to laugh, but she was running so hard she was kind of out of breath.  I tried to tell Aunt Susan what was going on, I really did.  Just I was laughing so hard I couldn’t hardly say anything.

Then—this is the best part—a car behind us honked, probably trying to let Aunt Susan know what was going on.  But Aunt Susan still didn’t see anything, so she started to drive even faster.  Sarah couldn’t even keep up with the car anymore.  It was awesome.  Though I guess Aunt Susan finally realized what was going on, because she slowed down and let Sarah in.  So we didn’t get to leave her in the parking lot.  Oh, well.  But the whole thing was still just so hilarious that I literally laughed the whole way home.

“I can’t believe you almost left me in the parking lot,” Sarah said, laughing her head off.

“It’s strange,” Aunt Susan said.  “I checked to see if your brother was in the car but not you.  He’s usually the one I have trouble with.”

“I haven’t laughed so hard in years,” I told them.

By now Aunt Susan laughed too.  “Silly turkey!  You’re only eight.”  (Seriously, I don’t know what her deal is with calling me a turkey.)

“I can’t wait to hear what our parents say about this,” Sarah said.

“Umm… let’s not do that tonight,” Aunt Susan said.

“Why not?” I challenged.

“Because well… they’re very tired right now, and it probably wouldn’t be so funny to them.  Especially not to your mom.”

“Okay,” I said quietly.  “But I’ll tell them first thing in the morning.”

Well, this wasn’t exactly how it went, but you get the idea.

CW5- Brer Fox and the Beehive

I have a friend from North Carolina who is always getting frustrated with me for “talking like a northerner” when I’m technically from Texas.  The problem is I only visit Texas (or the US at all) every other year, so I’ve adopted the dialect of other Americans around me.  Honestly, I’m not sure which part of the country I talk the most like.  In any event, when I heard we had to write this assignment using southern dialect, I wasn’t too sure how it would turn out.  The words did flow much better than I had anticipated, but I’m very open to suggestions. 🙂

Well now Brer Fox had grown mighty tired of Brer Rabbit hoppin’ around trickin’ everybody, so he dug a hole and covered it with a mighty fine picnic blanket and a basket of carrots.  Then he laid low by the side of the road and waited.  Now Brer Rabbit went skipping along the road and realized he’d become mighty hungry.  “Well, I sore would like somethin’ ta eat,” he said, patting his empty belly.  Brer Fox grinned from one pointy ear to the other.

“I wonder if there’s anythin’ good around here,” Brer Rabbit wondered, looking around.  Brer Fox grinned from one pointy ear to the other.

“Well now, would you look at that!” he exclaimed.  “There’s a whole basket of carrots!”  Brer Fox grinned from one pointy ear to the other.

So Brer Rabbit went hoppin’ up to the picnic basket and sore enough, soon as he’d reached it, he’d done fall in the hole.  “I got ya now, Brer Rabbit,” Brer Fox laughed, coming out of hidin’.

“Well, ‘spose there’s notin’ I can do then.”  So Brer Rabbit got himself nice and comfy in his hole.  “Say,” he said, finishin’ up his last carrot.  “I could really use a dessert to go after that fine meal.”

“Mighty sorry about that,” Brer Fox said with an evil grin.  “’Cause you ain’t neva getting’ out of this hole.”

“Well that’s too bad,” said Brer Rabbit.  “’Cause I sore would like some honey.”

“Honey!  You’ve neva eaten honey, Brer Rabbit.”

“Sore have.  And it’s the most delicious thang I’ve eva tasted.”

Now Brer Fox was startin’ ta grow mighty jealous.  How come Brer Rabbit had gotten to taste somethin’ he’d never had?  “Naw ya haven’t.  Nobody’s able ta get honey.  The bees’ll sting ya somethin’ awful.”

“Well, I’ve gotten honey.  So has Brer Bear and Sis Cow.”

Brer Fox chuckled nervously.  “Brer Rabbit, you must think I’m a right fool to believe that.  Gettin’ honey is downright impossible!”

“Sore it’s possible.  Ya just gotta know the secret.”

“There’s a secret?  Tell it ta me.”

“Ah, it’d be no good ta tell ya,” Brer Rabbit said.

“Aw, common’!  Why not?”

“You’d neva be able ta do it.  You’d make a right fool of yourself.  Too bad, ‘cause honey is the best thing I’ve eva tasted.”

Brer Fox’s mouth started to water.  There was nothin’ more he wanted than to try some honey.  “Ya’ve gotta tell me.  I can do it just as well as anybody else.”

“Alright, alright,” said Brer Rabbit.  “But first ya’ve gotta let me out so I can show ya!”

Brer Fox stopped and thought for a moment.  “Alright, but ya’ve gotta show me real quick then ya gotta go right back in the hole.”

“I promise,” said Brer Rabbit, grabbin’ to a rope Brer Fox dropped down.  “Alright Brer Fox, ya gotta listen to me real close or ya’re gonna mess it all up.  Hear me?”

“Yep, I hear ya.”

“Alright.  Ya gotta walk up to that beehive and soon as you get close enough, give it a good whack with that bushy tail of yours.”

“Naw, they’ll just sting me.”

“Alright but here’s the thang.  Ya gotta tie a pink bow onto your tail.  Then they won’t stang ya.”

Brer Fox thought for a moment.  “Aw, common’.  That can’t work.”

“Sore does.  I’ve done it plenty of times myself.  I’ll even come with ya ta make sore it goes right.”

Now Brer Fox couldn’t let Brer Rabbit succeed in anythang he hadn’t done, so he tied a pink bow ‘round his tail and found the nearest bee hive.  Soon as he got close enough, he gave it a mighty whack.  Sore thang, the bees came out and stung ‘em.  Brer Fox ran fast as his legs could carry him hollerin’, “Help!  Help!”  So Brer Rabbit went runnin’ free while Brer Fox made a right fool of himself runnin’ ‘round the country side with a pink bow on his tail.