So I haven't posted forever, which I am aware of, but I also don't care that much because I am working hard in school and focusing my efforts on things of higher priority on my list. My day consisted of leaving for school at 8:45, spending almost 6 hours in class, watching a car fire, then spending another hour and 15 minutes in class, then finally getting home at 7:15. What's that you say? You want to know more about said car fire? Well, here is a movie (I did not film it; it's too long but the best part is from minute 2 to 3ish so just skip around as necessary). Please ignore the ignorance of the commenters of this movie.
I saw the car smoking as I walked to class but it just looked like someone's radiator had overheated. Once in class I heard the firetruck siren and exclaimed, "Oh my heck, that car really was on fire!" More than half of my class proceeded to run out into the hallway to the window with the best view. I feel bad for saying it, but cars on fire were the coolest thing I've seen at school.
Here are two links to the story on the UVU Review website and the Salt Lake Tribune's website.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Sunday, June 30, 2013
The Road Home
I read this poem in my contemporary British literature class on Friday. If you have any thoughts about it, I would love to hear them.
The Road Home
By Gillian Allnut
It is the road to God
that matters now, the ragged road, the wood.
that matters now, the ragged road, the wood.
And if you will, drop pebbles
here and there
like Hansel, Gretel, right where
like Hansel, Gretel, right where
they’ll shine
in the wilful light of the moon.
in the wilful light of the moon.
You won’t be going back to the
hut
where father, mother plot
where father, mother plot
the cul de sac of the
world
in a field
in a field
that’s permanently full
of people
of people
looking for a festival
of literature, a fairy tale,
of literature, a fairy tale,
a feathered
nest of brothers, sisters. Would
nest of brothers, sisters. Would
that first world, bared now to
the word
God, wade
God, wade
with you, through wood, into the
weald and weather
of the stars?
of the stars?
Friday, March 1, 2013
Season 3
I just finished season 3 of Downton Abbey. I'm still sad about Lady Cybil. And the whole Thomas situation was completely unhistorical but I liked the way it turned out. Now it's only ten months and four days until season 4 airs. Hooray! It will be like Christmas morning.
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