Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Sunday, August 16, 2015

70 years ago, when the world began anew. . .

I missed marking VJ Day yesterday.
The war is over. The conflict has ended. People can breathe again. Tents and tanks are put away; men and women board ships for home. Cities, demolished, start to rebuild. Countries, frightened, weep with relief; weep with sorrow. Deaths are mourned; homecomings are celebrated. Loss is accute. Life is accute, be it present or gone.
Confusion. Exultation. Shock. Rejoicing. Some wondering what will become of them; some certain that everything will be alright from now on. Some surrounded by death and pain, silent; some surrounded by life and joy, clamour.
The war is over. The conflict has ended. Life can begin again.
The more I study WWII, the more I'm convinced that there will always be good people in this world. People who fight for what they believe in, regardless of the cost. And I mean this for ALL sides of this conflict: the Axis forces, the Allied forces, and all those people caught in the struggle.
I believe that most Axis members weren't bad people -- they were good people who trusted their leaders and sacrificed for their countries. Granted, this was mostly the young, while the older generations watched in fear. Terrified to do *their* version of the right thing, but trying through underground networks or by attempting to shelter their children. Not bad people -- people trapped by circumstance; children raised to spread an idea, warped though it was.
I believe that most Allied members weren't bad people -- they were good people who saw a monstrous threat intent on swallowing humanity and spitting it out as something which was, to them, horrific. And so they fought back, for their families, their freedoms, their way of life. They sought to halt an idea, a system that seemed intent on the world's destruction.
Both sides had a goal. Both sides had a belief. Both sides, though one is easily marked the bad and the other just as easily marked the good, were full of good people trying to do what they believed was the right thing. I know that this analysis is somewhat simplified -- it doesn't account for every variable, because that would take pages and pages of documented research to present a sound argument. But simply put, everyone had something they believed in: the Axis' New World; the Allied idea of freedom and safety for everyone, regardless of race, color, creed, religion, or lifestyle.
What to us is clearly an evil may be obviously good to someone else. Take the current conflicts with ISIS and ISIL: many of them truly believe that what they do is right. And what do we support and perpetuate that others in the world see as evil?
Good people do bad things -- sometimes we know what we're doing is wrong, and we feel too frightened or too unconcerned to change it. Sometimes we don't know it. Does that make those people bad? Evil? I don't believe that it does.
Our perspectives shape the way we see good and evil. I believe that if everyone looked harder for these perspectives, to understand how and why people think and believe the way that they do -- I believe that there would be more love. Less hate. More talk. Less gunfire.
I'm glad the war ended the way that it did. I sorrow for the loss of innocent life that led to Japanese surrender. I understand that many believe that it was the only way, and I have often thought about other possibilities. I wonder what would have happened if talking had been an option, if a greater respect for all human life could have made things change. It didn't happen that way -- and so we can appreciate what goodness DID come from the ending of the Pacific conflicts, and think of all the goodness that can be found in stories of people throughout the terrible time that was WWII.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

light 'em up...

Something you should know about me: I love, LOVE. The Provo Freedom Festival Stadium of Fire concert. Provo boasts the largest 4th of July celebration in the country (although I highly doubt that is the case) -- be that true or false, the Stadium of Fire is kick-freakin' awesome.

Something else you should know about me: I love, love, love...LOVE...love, love. Kelly Clarkson. Watch. I'll prove it with this self-created definition of Kelly Clarkson:

Kelly Clarkson (proper noun with amazing vocal chords and adorable personality): 1. amazing, 2. incredibly talented, 3. personal, beautiful, and real, 4. did I mention amazing?
synonyms: amazing, awe inspiring, my voice crush

Yes. I have a slight obsession. It's fine.

Lucky for me, this guy was sweet enough to go with me so I wouldn't have to go by myself.





He also bought me a soft pretzel while I was standing in the eternally long line for the restroom, and this is the change he got back: a 50 cent piece commemorating the 200th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Total geek out moment -- of all days to get one of these!



And there she is!!!



This 4th of July was a blast -- wouldn't have been the same without my bestie.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

new girl...

I'm noticing a pattern in my life. Every school semester, I end up starting a new job of some sort. This next semester will be no different.

Meet the newest workflow technician for BYU's Special Collections department in the Harold B. Lee Library.

Hi. Pleased to meet you, too.

Two hours of training over the past two days, and I've already seen some pretty cool stuff.

Like...

all of Jimmy Stewart's papers/photographs/etc. And his typewriter.

Like...

a sheet of war bonds from the Confederate States of America valued at over $10,000 (my supervisor ran across those as he was looking for other documents to display -- yeah, the bonds are now locked in the vault -- good luck getting in there).

Like...

the pencil case from Hitler's desk. And a piece of the desk to go with it (or so we were told).

Like...

government appointment certificates signed by Ulysses S. Grant (also in the vault).

Never have I been this excited to be the new kid on the block. I get to work with my childhood friend, Brittan, and the other two people I've met so far seem really great. Abe, another student, is friendly and charming. Jeffrey, my supervisor, is funny and intelligent, and he doesn't mind all of my questions.

Now to get through the mind-numbing training videos so I can start the actual work. I still can't believe it -- a job in my field. Finally. So stoked.

Monday, October 1, 2012

i like America...

As an American Studies major, I think that stuff like this rocks (ah ha ha).


Sorry, George. It's just too late.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

...

We are shadow people.

Shadows cast by dusty suns of history,
spreading dark across the cobbled streets
that link we to them.

Shadow people slipping through petal-less gardens,
purple symphony of damp blue springs
creeping from then to now.

Our whispers dress the sky, soaring up
with the voices of faceless and ageless
memories.

We are shadows of the past,
mixing the old and the new. Creating worlds
of thought and innovation -- innovation rooted in time.

We are shadows of the past. Dreams of what has been.
And what will be.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

*WE INTERRUPT YOUR LIFE TO SAY...*

I'M GOING TO BYU!!!!


I'M GONNA BE A COUGAR!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D There are NOT ENOUGH EMOTICONS to express my EXCITEMENT!!!!!

I just got accepted to Brigham Young University! I got a job today at Partyland! I went on a lunch date with my dad! I went to the BYU Homecoming Spectacular and dinner with my mom (before knowing I got accepted)! I bought a fish! I GOT ACCEPTED TO BYU!!!

October 6, 2011 is going down in the history of my life as an incredible, incredible, INCREDIBLE day.

BEST. DAY. EVER!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

day 86...

a picture of somewhere I've been...


Odd fact about me: I love cemeteries. Once I suggested a road trip from the north end of the county to the southern end, stopping at all of the small town cemeteries. My sisters thought I was crazy and went back to planning a trip to Lagoon.

A cemetery, to me, is a place of both sadness and joy. A cemetery is full of history and stories and memories, whether in a town with only a handful of plots, or near the nation's capitol with its hundreds of hundreds. In a way, a cemetery is full of life: full of life lived. One cemetery in particular stands out in my mind: Arlington National Cemetery, across the river from the Washington Monument in D.C. I often find myself wishing I could go back, to walk along the paths and remember. It's an incredible place. The miles of white stone, etched with names and dates of people who lived the history we now study. The air still and respectful, filled with the silence of the sleeping heroes. You can walk for a whole hour without seeing a living soul, yet you cannot take a step without feeling the presence of many.

Arlington is one of my favorite places in the world (that I've seen so far). I hope to go back someday, for it truly is a spectacular place.

Monday, July 13, 2009

four...

Remember those buggery AP classes I took this past school year? And how I was so worried and resigned to fail the end of year tests? Well, guess what...

I PASSED!!!

Both
tests. :D YAY!!! I got a 4 on the AP Environmental Science exam and a 4 on the AP US History exam. 4 out of a total of 5 on both. YES!!!

Monday, July 6, 2009

20 ?s...ish...

5 favorite songs (which will change for sure):
1. If Today Was Your Last Day-Nickelback
2. My Funny Friend and Me-Sting
3. Pale-Within Temptation
4. New Divide-Linkin Park
5. You Belong With Me-Taylor Swift

5 favorite films
(also change frequently):
1. Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
2. Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back
3. Amazing Grace
4. The Mayor of Casterbridge
5. Spiderman

5 favorite books:
1. Gone with the Wind
2. A Tale of Two Cities
3. Beka Cooper: Terrier
4. East
5. The Truth About Forever

5 favorite crushes:
1. Baha…
2. Orlando Bloom
3. Jordan
4. Kevin
5. Hayden Christensen

5 favorite (random) things:
1. Camera
2. Sunshine
3. The ceramic coil pot I made
4. My plastic Barbie flip-flops
5. My bed

5 favorite things to eat:
1. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
2. Cottage cheese
3. Red/purple grapes
4. Peanut butter and chocolate Twix bars
5. Macaroni and cheese

5 favorite colors:
1. Red
2. Black
3. Green
4. Orange
5. Yellow

5 favorite flowers:
1. Roses
2. Roses
3. Lilies
4. Roses
5. Flowers in general, but from a distance because I’m allergic to them in general (makes no sense, but it works)

6 favorite hobbies:
1. Reading
2. Writing
3. Sleeping (yes, it is a hobby)
4. Blogging
5. Dancing
6. Photography
(Were you paying attention? *smirk*)

5 favorite places:
1. The library
2. My room
3. Moab and surrounding Southern Utah National and State Parks, particularly Arches
4. St. George
5. New Port Beach, California

5 favorite friends (or those whom I talk to the most):
1. Coty
2. Shelby
3. Kirt
4. Nathan
5. Tony

5 favorite machines:
1. Dishwasher
2. Vacuum
3. Washer and dryer
4. Microwave
5. Toaster

6 favorite someday places:
1. Italy
2. Egypt
3. New York
4. Alaska
5. England
6. Germany
(Again...paying attention? *double smirk*)


5 favorite teachers:
1. Mr. Clark
2. Mrs. Long
3. Mrs. Hacken
4. Mrs. Rheese
5. Miss Susie

5 favorite dances:
1. Bop It! with BYU Young Dancemakers, 2006
2. Twister with BYU Young Dancemakers, 2006
3. Mystic Maidens with BYU Modern Dance, 2005
4. Jellicle Cats with PCT’s CATS, 2006
5. Black Cats and Bats with Miss Sharley, 1996?
(Dates are guessed…do you expect me to remember that stuff?)

5 favorite dates:
1. Color Me Mine with Taylor
2. Homecoming 2008 with Jordan
3. Preference 2009 with Tony
4. Sweethearts 2008 with Kevin
5. Prom 2008 with Kirt

5 favorite holidays:
1. Halloween
2. Christmas
3. Thanksgiving
4. Spring Break
5. Fall Break
(4 and 5 count)

5 favorite art supplies:
1. Charcoal-erase
2. Acrylics
3. Magazine/paper scraps
4. Chalk/oil pastels
5. Pencil (not colored-takes too long and I can’t get it smooth)

5 favorite heroes:
1. Joseph Smith
2. Mom
3. George W. Bush
4. Clara Barton
5. Gordon B. Hinckley

5 favorite classes in 2008-2009:
1. Woods
2. Ceramics
3. Enviro. Science
4. Multimedia
5. Seminary

Friday, July 3, 2009

whups...

I forgot to mention that it was my sister's birthday yesterday. Declaration of Independence baby! No, the DoI is NOT my sister, but my sister is a DoI baby. MM just turned 15. She said that this is the first birthday she's had where she actually felt older. I told her to wait until she hits 17. Everyone treats you like your life is half over for six months, and then they get all excited about hearing you're close to 18. And a little worried.

I probably should have talked about the signing of the DoI as well, since it was actually on July 2, 1776. It just wasn't accepted by the people/there wasn't time to get a big enough celebration the day it was actually done. I should know more about it; it's my assigned section for my sisters' and my History Fair project. Yes, I got dragged into it again. But if there's the slightest inkling of an idea of visiting the Library of Congress, I'm so in.

Tomorrow is the 4th. Happy 4th. But fireworks are expensive, my mom is sick in bed after a small "mini stroke" as the doctor called it last time (her second one was yesterday), Misty keeps attacking things so I'm afraid to take her places, my sisters' and I can hardly walk, we all slept through the Balloon Festival, and my brother and sister-in-law are out of town. I think we'll have to think of something else to do today and tomorrow. Not the parade-you have to set up a tent and stay there four days in advance now-a-days. It's ridiculous, but it's a necessity now because otherwise-there are NO spots left. Perhaps the Art Festival though. And maybe the BYU Museum of Art, if they're open. Hm...

Monday, May 11, 2009

HELP ME!!! (please?)

Speak responses are turned in. Phew.

Now for the real post. I am not doing so great in my History class because I suck at retaining information from reading the chapters. I've failed all but one of the five review quizzes (I'm not the only one; 8 other kids failed them too, and there are 10 kids total in the class including me), and I need to make up some points in order to pull off at least a B.

Does anyone have any ideas whatsoever for historical poetry? I've drawn a blank and need some serious prompts. Any time period, but preferably in the United States (wars, rumors of wars, politics, general ideals of the country, emblems, what have you). And yes, I can make a list, but that doesn't mean I can come up with anything. Ugh!

Got anything? Post them in the comments, and I'll post anything I come up with for you! Promise. :)

Ta.

good gravy...

Posting does not take priority over homework, but seeing as I have not posted in a very long time, I'm going to anyway.

I have a legit excuse: arm hurts. Taking the AP US History test on Friday was murder-not because it was hard because it hurt! I don't think that I did well on the multiple choice section, but the essays weren't too bad. I have another AP test tomorrow, Environmental Science. Cross your fingers I do well!

And now I'm going to go and finish up my responses to reading "Speak." Because I have to. :'(

Sunday, April 26, 2009

SNM Youth Counselor Fireside...

All right. Today was a good day. Church was not so bad-dad spoke on integrity and did a good job. Mom taught the Sunday School lesson on why we worship, and Sister Cronin taught the Relief Society lesson on more worshipful prayer. I went to Relief Society with mom today because all of the Laurels (oldest young women in the ward, ages 16-18) went to the Singles' Ward for an introduction thing and I stayed so I could hear my parents talk/lesson.

Here's how all of this works: In the LDS church, 12-18 year old girls are in Young Women's, which is just Sunday School stuff and activities during the week. The 12-13 year old girls are Beehives. The 14-15 year old girls are Mia Maids. The 16-18 year old girls are Laurels (me). It include 18 year old girls because you don't "graduate" from Young Women's until you graduate from high school. This means that when I turn 18 I'll still be in Laurels until I graduate a few months later.

Graduated 18 year old kids (boys and girls) enter the Singles' Ward, which runs the same was as a regular ward in the LDS church (a ward is just all of the people who go to the same block of meetings-it's generally divided up by neighborhoods and such. Our building has three wards in it) but none of them are married.

Savvy?

After church I came home and the home teachers visited with us (home teachers are men in the ward who teach a lesson at their assigned family's home once a month. I don't really know why we do it, but it's kind of fun sometimes. Our home teacher knows all about Harry Potter and LOTR and Pirates. Not to mention math...), after which I took a sort of nap. We had a lovely taco salad dinner, courtesy of mom, and I got ready to go to a fireside for all SNM youth counselors.

I can honestly say that I have not felt so amazingly wonderful in a long time. Every single person in that room cried at least once because the feeling was wonderful. The experiences and testimonies about what we do there were awesome. I got up and spoke about my time with Sheleena and Emily, and how wonderful they are. It was so cool to hear all of the different stories and to realize how much we have all been changed.

Ah, shoot. Mom wants me off. I wanted to write and tell you all about how wonderful SNM has been to me. Perhaps I'll share tomorrow?

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

merit badges...

Had my first major merit badge transactions today. Talk about a nightmare! Luckily the man knew all of them, so he told me the name as I held them up. I don't understand why the Radio merit badge has a lightning bolt on it; it makes no sense. I also was left all by myself on accident in the front of the store, and at that moment about fifteen people came in at once. One of them wanted stuff from the back room, which I could not find. Another needed help with uniforms, one needed merit badge help, on had questions, one didn't know what she wanted and stayed long after closing (meaning I got home late), et cetera. It was crazy, and I had no idea what I was doing. Luckily Michelle (I work with another Michelle! Cool!) was able to come out and help, and so was Scott. Paul came out, too. I was so glad for the help!

I don't really remember what happened at school, except that I dressed up in bell bottoms and a shirt with a peace sign on it to look like Jane Fonda for History, even though the actual roundtable thing was last week. Maybe he'll still give me extra credit. *crosses fingers* Oh, and Tony, Brian, and I totally wasted all of Multimedia by sitting in the middle of the room talking. The entire time. No joke. It was awesome. But it was weird when Tony asked me if I thought he was attractive. 'Course I do, but I wasn't going to say that! Weird! Adult Roles was pretty lame; we're doing a virtual stock exchange game thing that is a huge and pointless assignment. Oh, well. It's not hard.

Got some homework done, and then wrote that poem. I'm now going to bed.

'Night!

Thursday, March 26, 2009

history shmistory...

You all know that I love history, but I hate my history class. Well, turns out that I didn't fail like I thought I would, nor did I even end up with a B+. Somehow (I think it was due to extra credit) I pulled off an A-. O.o YAY!!!

We had a quiz on the presidents today, with the requirements being to name the president who fit in each listed year, his party affiliations, and what he did while in office. I found that surprisingly easy, because I was able to link each president to an event that happened while he was in office (i.e., 1862 was the beginning of the Civil War [beginningish], so Lincoln was in office, he was a Republican, and he wrote the Emancipation Proclamation, stuff like that). I passed, shocking myself. Everyone else, all nine of the other kids, failed. I'm on the right side of the line this time, for once.

Somehow Matt got us on the subject of updating the pictures of presidents on the wall in the classroom. He asked Mr. Carpenter why there was no picture of President Obama on the wall with the other presidents, and why the picture of President Bush was so much smaller than all the others. Mr. Carpenter said, "Well, President Bush actually sent me that picture with a note thanking me for doing such a great job teaching. There was also an attachment asking for money. *chuckle* I didn't send any money, and seeing as how he didn't ask me to return the picture I didn't send that back either."

Then he paused, scratched his chin, and said "I wonder why President Obama hasn't sent me a picture yet."

I didn't even think. It just blurted right out of my mouth.

"There wasn't enough money left from the Stimulus Bill to pay for postage."

Everyone, even Mr. Carpenter, burst out laughing. I just looked around for a minute and went back to doodling. It was silent again when I realized what I had actually said.

Bewildered, I spoke again. "That was actually really funny."

Silence, then a roar of laughter, especially from Josh, Matt, and Jacob. I seriously didn't realize how funny it had been until it was nearly two minutes later. I guess I'm the kind of girl who gets the joke on Saturday, even though you told it to her on Friday during lunch. Thank goodness it didn't take me that long to figure out one of my own.

SNM was great tonight. The kids put on their annual Roadshow, and I, being a part of the choir with my partner, got to wear a party hat and blow one of those paper whistle things that look like a snake's tongue. I have no idea what they're called. It's been way too long since I had one at New Year's. Anyway, I ended up not being with Sheleena and Emily, because there were two girls who didn't have partners who I was asked to keep an eye on. Amy is in my class, and I know her pretty well (the girls at SNM are all split up into different colored classes; I'm in White). The other girl has been coming to SNM for about four weeks. Her name is Amelia, and she's a sweetheart. She speaks very quietly, has a very strong grip, loves colors, and her laugh tinkles like tiny silver bells. I like her a lot. Oh, and David did a very good job as the Happy Meter. He would be a very good Vanna White, come to think of it. ;)

Oh! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIMO!!! (mom, duh ;) ). It's her birthday today, and I got her red roses and yellow tulips, because I couldn't decide which one she would like better. She and the rest of the family are up in Salt Lake at a concert for her birthday. We went to Chili's for dinner (sooo good) and then went our separate ways. LOVE YOU MOM!!! :D

Since my puppies were terribly sad when I left for school today, I promised them that I would take them "bye-bye" later in the evening. So, since the family is gone away tonight, I took them for a drive around Provo, showing them where I work and stuff like that. They got bored about twenty minutes later, and we came back home. Now one's asleep on my foot, and the other made a bed in my laundry. Ah, well. It's my fault since I didn't put it away. Too lazy.

Oh, another thing. The Scout Office hired me. YAY!!!

I'm done.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Uncle Tom's Cabin...

When I composed this little book
So many years ago,
A stir began in many hearts
As in them my words sowed.

I saw the horror of the slave,
The life they shouldn’t lead.
And in my soul I realized
Their ever pressing need.

I wrote a picture of their pain,
I penned their songs of hurt.
Little did I even know
The power of written word.

When I composed this little book
So many years ago,
A stir began in many hearts
As in them my words sowed.

Yep, it's that time again. Time for history extra credit. I hope he gives me the points I need!

Thursday, March 19, 2009

third term torture...

WHY do they pile so much homework on us the last three days of term? STUPID TEACHERS!!!

Got 86% on my DBQ. YES! Best grade all year on an essay in History. English, on the other hand, has had all 100% except for one, where I missed two points. Mr. Carpenter doesn't like the way I write. He thinks I disagree with historians too much. *grrr*

My grandparents gave me and my sisters a car. I get to use it for the next two years without conflict from any other sister drivers, 'cause I'm the oldest. Mom, however, has decided that I don't get to drive it, even thought it's intended for my use. :P Honda Accord, silver, gorgeous, and mine! Well, not just mine. I just say that it is.

Good night.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

DBQ...

Since I'll be up late working on an essay for History (DBQ, or Document Based Question Essay) I probably won't be able to post much about the day. Just know that it was better than I thought it would be. :)

I did glaze two of my Ceramics projects, and finished a couple of the Science chapters that I missed. Behind in Spanish, which sucks because term ends on Friday. Multimedia is killer because I'm horrible at Flash animation. And he's got a girlfriend. Dang it.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

hatred...

I did something stupid today. I went upstairs and watched a part of "The Hiding Place", and now I feel an overwhelming hatred for the Germans of that time. It's the strongest, hottest, most poisonous anger that I have ever felt in my entire life. I don't understand how the guards who worked in the camps could consider themselves better, or even human. Right now it is my dearest wish to rip them all to pieces, to see them hurt in every way possible. I know it's wrong of me to want that, but I feel so uncontrollably angry.

I don't know how anyone could treat another living creature in such a way, especially someone who is just like them. I'm so angry that I'm crying. How is it possible for people to do that to one another? And now I feel like doing the same thing. Why does that happen? Why did they do it? And why do I have urges to become the same sort of monster that the Germans were?

My whole body aches. Every beating and lashing I viewed is now present upon my own body and soul, like phantom reminders of the past. The skin on my back feels each tear and strike; the muscles and veins of my hands and wrists bleed. My mind sees the images of suffering and pain and transfers it onto my own body. The sights, sounds, and memories feed the hate I feel. I hate what happens to people. I hate it. I hate them. And I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't. How can I stay away from such hatred? How can I keep it from destroying me, like it destroyed so many before?

I know that Christ has felt every single thing that those people felt, and that I feel now. Could he have possibly felt the hate that I feel, and feel the pain it adds? Does he understand? I know he can help if I let him. That's how I can stay away from such hatred. This has shown me again how much I need a Savior, and he's there. Always. No matter what happens, he's there.

I don't feel hate anymore. Just pain and sadness, a horrible, aching emptiness. I don't understand it. I wish it had never happened to anyone.

The hate is easier. It's easier to feel. You can let it control you and it makes you stronger. But in the end, it will only break you. The sadness is harder to bear, but it doesn't feel evil. It makes me want to help those in need now, and to make sure that justice is brought about for those who suffer today. Sadness isn't hot. It doesn't make me want to rip people apart. Sadness is cool and makes me want to help. If that makes any sense.

I'm sorry I've gone off on this for so long. It helped though, to write out what I was feeling. I'm still horribly sad, but I know how to stay away from such anger. See, I don't think things through all the way until I examine how I feel. I have to let how I feel and what I'm thinking bleed out onto a page, whether in my own handwriting or pounding it out on a keyboard. Then I can get to a resolution. And I have, really. I don't feel angry. And the sadness is ebbing away and changing into a resolve to make the world better so that where I live this sort of thing won't happen. I'll try to lift others up instead of bringing them down, because crushing, tearing words can be just as painful as whips and guns. Even more, I think. I can't stop a war, and I can't force people to think the way I do, but I can help individual people not feel so alone. I can help in different ways.

Again, I'm sorry. I'll still post this, because after all this is my journal. But now you know why I did.

Monday, February 9, 2009

recording in session, do not knock...

So, History Fair crunch time has reared its ugly head in my home again. I have two sisters who are in the Advanced Placement English/History 7th and 8th grade program (one's a sevie, the other's in eighth). The youngest, Amanda, is doing a research paper on George Washington, so she's all finished. Meghan, however, is doing a group documentary on J.R.R. Tolkien. (Oh, the theme is "Individual in History", btw.) She's put it off and put it off and put it off, which is a History Fair tradition in the GT class (that's the shortened thing for Gifted and Talented, or Geek in Training as we prefer). I've been helping her and her friend, Jenni, work on it today. They're using Windows Movie Maker, and there are some things about that program that drive me nuts.

First of all, you can't record a music track and overlay a voice track. I did a documentary in eighth grade as well, and it wouldn't let me do it then. I worked with a professional movie maker, so I know for sure that it doesn't work. Secondly, the transitions are choppy. Third, I can't adjust the sound very well. So yeah, it's dumb. But it's all we got, so at least I know how to use it, right?

While recording, of course everything went wrong. After the girls finished laughing their heads off about nothing (that always happens when you're doing a project, doesn't it?), we got to the end and the phone rang. Then I had a coughing fit, then the dogs got set off by the doorbell, then it started to rain and we had the window open, THEN Amanda and her friend burst into the room without reading the sign...yeah. It was interesting. All in all, we're not finished. We got about three minutes recorded. Yay, seven more to go.