Greetings, from the Future

Yeah, I know, it's been a ridiculously long time since I wrote last. But today, a friend of mine said something about creating a blog, and I remembered that I already had one - and it's being abused. So, here I am, with the intention of doing nothing but simply filling in the gaps from December 8, 2009 to February 5, 2010.

First off, I had a fantastic winter break from NCTC. My finals went swell - came out with two A's in my freshman classes and a B in my sophomore class - and the break was not only much appreciated, but much needed. My first-semester professors were either outright strange or the definition of lousy; I came to the following conclusions:
My English professor may be some kind of creepy cult leader.
My female government professor may run for the presidency in the 2016 elections.
and
My AMERICAN history professor DEFINITELY has serious issues, if he thinks he can teach on the French Revolution for five weeks and then test us on the band names of artists in the '60's.

Anyways.

Then came Christmas: and with Christmas, a stinkin' load of snow. Now, normally, I would love to have snow - one day's worth, at least - but this happened the day before Christmas Eve and ruined my Eve plans. And then, you know what? It snowed AGAIN. On New Years' Eve. I'm not going to lie, that was fun. I got some great pictures, and my now one-year-old puppy sure enjoyed his first snow.

Winter break lasted about five, incredible weeks, and by the time college started up again, I was more than ready to get into it. And school is great this year. I'm taking three classes again: English 1302 and History 1302 (the second halves of the first semester) and College Algebra. My algebra teacher is pretty good - she's a mommy, and is really approachable and helpful. My English professor is a grandmotherly type with an intense southern accent - she's from Mississippi - and totally different from my last professor in every way imaginable. My history professor is awesome.

We'll call him Mr. W. Mr. W. is a middle-aged man from Germany, that grew up in Kansas. He's balding on top and has perfectly round glasses, which remind me of Benjamin Franklin's, that he takes off to read. He's an ex-military guy (but when I asked him what he participated in, he told me he was active in the Cold War. Hmmm). And Mr. W. is LOUD. I mean, he's forced this history into us, made us live it, breathe it, believe it. He is an excellent teacher - my favorite so far - and despite his salty language (which I'll blame on the Army) he has made me enjoy it like I haven't enjoyed history before. He's got passion, and he wants us to see it and feel it the way he does. We've already covered Reconstruction and Western Expansion, and are now heading into the Progressive Era. I'm looking forward to it.

Besides school, dance has become an even bigger part of my life this semester. There have been recent developments to which I have hence forth sworn secrecy, but will soon be able to uncover. We are having a big production for our 20th year: Ordinary's Dream, based off of a novel by Bruce Wilkinson, The Dream Giver. I'm looking forward to it.

Much else has happened lately, but about four minutes ago I told my mom, "Just five more minutes on my blog!" so I had better close for now. I've got to go do a load of wash and read a chapter of history before bed. And even though tomorrow is Saturday, I'm getting up early to have breakfast with one of my best friends and then go to a cast party for Ordinary's Dream. And tomorrow night - my new favorite weekend activity! - swing dancing!

Next time I write, I'll be seventeen, as my birthday falls on Monday. I can't believe I've only got three days left as a sixteen-year-old. Three days. And I'll never be sixteen again.

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do, and they were all yellow.

I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow".


I've been buying and listening to a lot of Coldplay over my absence. Some of it is rather melancholy, but the lyrics are fanciful and fun to sing with. My current favorites are "The Scientist," "Fix You," and "Yellow," from the albums "A Rush of Blood to the Head," "X & Y," and "Parachutes," respectively. I also bought Owl City's newest album, "Ocean Eyes." I'm amazed I enjoy their music - it's very much electronic pop, and normally I hate that genre. But this stuff is pretty good. (And finally, I bough Peter Gabriel's track from the movie "Wall-E"...gotta love it).


Besides music, my life has been full of 1) lots of school, 2) even more homework, 3) candy and soda, 4) no dance, and 5) meetings with Mr. Stephen Apenteng!


1) It's Thanksgiving "break"! I am looking forward to having no science on Thursday, or government or history...but I'll miss my English. Ah well. Breaks are really always welcome.


2) The homework, however, is NOT welcome. I have a lot to do over my "break"...


3) Butterfingers and Smarties. Rootbeer and Cream Soda. Enough said.


4) Dance is out for the week, which I think is pretty sad. Who needs - or wants - a break from your favorite hobby?! I took off dance last week as well, but for a very special reason...


5) Mr. Apenteng came back!! His last visit was around the last week of April, 2008 - and he was there during my baptism. This man is an incedible, Spirit-filled, Ghanaian man of God. This year he spoke on prayer, and dreams - what a blessing, and an answer to prayer. And when he told me goodbye on Sunday night, after a late-night prayer meeting at my parent's house, he said, "See you in Ghana!" Oh how I would love to go! We'll see. I'm praying. Some of you know that I've wanted to go on a mission to Africa for years...and perhaps this is the door. Hmmm.


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I'm going to be starting - or revising, rather - a new short story. It's based off of a dream or vision that Timothy shared with me a while back. I've thought about it so much I'm not sure what is the factual vision and what is fabricated from my mind, but it doesn't really matter. My story will begin with a scripture - Psalms 91:7, which says, "A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee."
Alright, that's enough. I'm going to give too much away. I'll try to post my first draft when it's completed.

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Well, I'm going to call it a night. Hope you all have a blessed Thanksgiving!