Back From Earlham
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tabular_rasaOkay, I am back from Earlham (THAT's where I was, Jessica).
I think it is a sign I need to go to Earlham: THERE WAS SO MUCH STUFF ON JAPANESE-AMERICAN INTERNMENT CAMPS. In the tour, the girl mentioned that Earlham was one of the only colleges that allowed Japanese-Americans to apply during WWII (I would so send Kurage there if I didn't have other, ulterior reasons for keeping him in the camp, lol . . . ), and there was currently (was . . . currently . . . do those two go together in the same sentence?) a mural on the wall in the arts department, on display, depicted the internment: the first frame showed Pearl Harbor above a roof, and within the roof was a Japanese father being taken out by an army man while his kids and wife plead around him, and the next frames show the luggage trucks loading things from houses, and people behind barbed wire, and the next frame shows the barracks, all with red paper cranes on top (I read the article beside it that said that it was a reference to Hiroshima-- it always is, now, isn't it? Crane=peace, instead of the traditional luck-- yet ANOTHER reason I liked it ^_^), and then the next picture showed a woman making cranes at a table, and a little boy doing schoolwork using a bench as a table-- which they did, I have read, for lack of tables-- and there were deocorated Japanese-American soldiers above it, and then there was a random train . . . I don't get the train, but, hey, the rest of it was awesome.
Just about all of the other prospective students were into Japanese. I met this boy from Concord, and he was all jealous that we have Japanese at Central. Then he said he would have transferred, but he liked the band program at Concord better. Dude, our band program is fine, and it's not like BAND is going to take you much further in your life. Japanese, on the other hand, will. I was so happy, though; they worried me by saying at one point on the tour that Japanese I is hard to test out of, but I understood everything they talked about the whole time in the Japanese II class I sat in on, so I should be fine, I hope! I laughed at their jokes and the other kids sitting in who hadn't taken as much were so confused, lol . . .
I also went to an English class and we talked about allegories and I actually contributed to the conversation . . . "Animal Farm!" Lol . . .
We also did a Student Forum in the Quaker meetinghouse. That was so awesome; there were actually pews facing each other, and it was all plain and simple, and I know this sounds dumb, but it excited me because I had just done a report on it. I also think I should have brought a camera so I could have taken pictures. Oh well. At one point, during the Student Forum, in a lull in the questions, I was just sitting there quietly, and I so wanted to jump up and go, "THE LORD MOVES ME!!!" but I think that would have been kind of dumb . . . and kind of disrespectful . . . but, maybe, if I thought of it, it was really God moving me, and I should have jumped up . . . ?
The dorm stay was pretty cool. The girl, Becca, was nice, and her roomate only stopped in for a little while (she was gone for like some tour with sports or something), and so I got a bed. Becca was a cross-country runner and not into Japanese or anything (currently undecided), but we did have Harry Potter in common . . . so I showed her all my stupid song parodies and we argued about theories for the 7th book. She refuses to believe Dumbledore will die. I was like, dude, I don't WANT him to die, either, but he IS . . . lol . . .
The dorms are very, very dry, though. I should remember to bring a humidifier if I go there; I almost woke up with a bloody nose.
Earlham has such good food, and so much of it, too. One girl apparent gets stressed and bakes and just leaves cookies out at random, so we had some of those, lol. They have really good ice cream (what I remember from my visit Sophmore year), and "Study Break," where you get to leave the dorms at 10:00 at night and come downstairs to the library for snacks and socialization and such. At dinner . . . I was sort of mooned twice . . . right behind me . . . because these boys were having fun pantsing each other, lol . . . and I always managed to turn around right as they were doing it, lol . . .
A school of dorks, that's what one girl, our tour guide, called it. Hey, I could totally go for that. Unfortunately, to get my teaching degree, I have to go five years. However, I get $7000 a year off for the Indiana Honors Diploma or something . . . which is definitely a good thing. Also . . . who knows if I will actually end up teaching . . . ?
My interview went very well, I do believe. I sounded a lot busier than I think I am. They were all very impressed with my Model UN, but, looking at our Model UN program . . . they probably gave me much credit where I didn't deserve . . . but she asked me about whether I plan to do theater, and I was like, "Yeah . . . except for the musicals . . . etc, etc . . . " and explained how people hate it when I sing even though I LIKE to sing. Then she asked what I like to do in my spare time, and I went, "Um, well, I'm writing a novel . . . " *is all blushing and modest-- kind of like the time I told my counselor I got an 800 Verbal on my SAT,* and she was very impressed with that, and I told her about it-- probably more than I wanted to, but eh. At least she didn't bring it up to Mom. I was so afraid she would. Apparently I can submit pieces of it, like a chapter or so or such, along with an essay on creativity, if I'd like to. I think I might, perhaps, unless I do really well on my common application essay and decide to use that one instead. I really need to get cracking on that . . . also teacher recommendations . . .
She then said she thought I sounded like a very active student, and that I have a very rich and fulfilling life. I was like . . . "Thanks?"
I think that's probably true, though. There's no life like a geeky, nerdy life ^_^
Is that all? Is that all I have to say?
Oh, nope, there's more:
TORY, SHEESH, CAPITALIZE the freakin' titles of songs you load on the computer. Let's use some grammar and look INTELLIGENT here. Also . . . leaving them as "Track 2" and "Track 5" is pretty annoying, too.
Crap . . . did we have to do a paper for Macbeth? I so didn't finish that.
Random thing: Mom said today she is dumping Ralph Nadar. He never bothered to come and find her when she was 18, so she could feed him cookies and take him home, and he got involved in politics and is stealing votes away from Kerry and so now she is dumping him for a full-time shot at Bill Nye.
You are innocent love. You long for someone to
spend your days with, most of all a best
friend. You do not want to rush things, and you
like marks of affection that are
"cute".
What kind of love are you?
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I think it is a sign I need to go to Earlham: THERE WAS SO MUCH STUFF ON JAPANESE-AMERICAN INTERNMENT CAMPS. In the tour, the girl mentioned that Earlham was one of the only colleges that allowed Japanese-Americans to apply during WWII (I would so send Kurage there if I didn't have other, ulterior reasons for keeping him in the camp, lol . . . ), and there was currently (was . . . currently . . . do those two go together in the same sentence?) a mural on the wall in the arts department, on display, depicted the internment: the first frame showed Pearl Harbor above a roof, and within the roof was a Japanese father being taken out by an army man while his kids and wife plead around him, and the next frames show the luggage trucks loading things from houses, and people behind barbed wire, and the next frame shows the barracks, all with red paper cranes on top (I read the article beside it that said that it was a reference to Hiroshima-- it always is, now, isn't it? Crane=peace, instead of the traditional luck-- yet ANOTHER reason I liked it ^_^), and then the next picture showed a woman making cranes at a table, and a little boy doing schoolwork using a bench as a table-- which they did, I have read, for lack of tables-- and there were deocorated Japanese-American soldiers above it, and then there was a random train . . . I don't get the train, but, hey, the rest of it was awesome.
Just about all of the other prospective students were into Japanese. I met this boy from Concord, and he was all jealous that we have Japanese at Central. Then he said he would have transferred, but he liked the band program at Concord better. Dude, our band program is fine, and it's not like BAND is going to take you much further in your life. Japanese, on the other hand, will. I was so happy, though; they worried me by saying at one point on the tour that Japanese I is hard to test out of, but I understood everything they talked about the whole time in the Japanese II class I sat in on, so I should be fine, I hope! I laughed at their jokes and the other kids sitting in who hadn't taken as much were so confused, lol . . .
I also went to an English class and we talked about allegories and I actually contributed to the conversation . . . "Animal Farm!" Lol . . .
We also did a Student Forum in the Quaker meetinghouse. That was so awesome; there were actually pews facing each other, and it was all plain and simple, and I know this sounds dumb, but it excited me because I had just done a report on it. I also think I should have brought a camera so I could have taken pictures. Oh well. At one point, during the Student Forum, in a lull in the questions, I was just sitting there quietly, and I so wanted to jump up and go, "THE LORD MOVES ME!!!" but I think that would have been kind of dumb . . . and kind of disrespectful . . . but, maybe, if I thought of it, it was really God moving me, and I should have jumped up . . . ?
The dorm stay was pretty cool. The girl, Becca, was nice, and her roomate only stopped in for a little while (she was gone for like some tour with sports or something), and so I got a bed. Becca was a cross-country runner and not into Japanese or anything (currently undecided), but we did have Harry Potter in common . . . so I showed her all my stupid song parodies and we argued about theories for the 7th book. She refuses to believe Dumbledore will die. I was like, dude, I don't WANT him to die, either, but he IS . . . lol . . .
The dorms are very, very dry, though. I should remember to bring a humidifier if I go there; I almost woke up with a bloody nose.
Earlham has such good food, and so much of it, too. One girl apparent gets stressed and bakes and just leaves cookies out at random, so we had some of those, lol. They have really good ice cream (what I remember from my visit Sophmore year), and "Study Break," where you get to leave the dorms at 10:00 at night and come downstairs to the library for snacks and socialization and such. At dinner . . . I was sort of mooned twice . . . right behind me . . . because these boys were having fun pantsing each other, lol . . . and I always managed to turn around right as they were doing it, lol . . .
A school of dorks, that's what one girl, our tour guide, called it. Hey, I could totally go for that. Unfortunately, to get my teaching degree, I have to go five years. However, I get $7000 a year off for the Indiana Honors Diploma or something . . . which is definitely a good thing. Also . . . who knows if I will actually end up teaching . . . ?
My interview went very well, I do believe. I sounded a lot busier than I think I am. They were all very impressed with my Model UN, but, looking at our Model UN program . . . they probably gave me much credit where I didn't deserve . . . but she asked me about whether I plan to do theater, and I was like, "Yeah . . . except for the musicals . . . etc, etc . . . " and explained how people hate it when I sing even though I LIKE to sing. Then she asked what I like to do in my spare time, and I went, "Um, well, I'm writing a novel . . . " *is all blushing and modest-- kind of like the time I told my counselor I got an 800 Verbal on my SAT,* and she was very impressed with that, and I told her about it-- probably more than I wanted to, but eh. At least she didn't bring it up to Mom. I was so afraid she would. Apparently I can submit pieces of it, like a chapter or so or such, along with an essay on creativity, if I'd like to. I think I might, perhaps, unless I do really well on my common application essay and decide to use that one instead. I really need to get cracking on that . . . also teacher recommendations . . .
She then said she thought I sounded like a very active student, and that I have a very rich and fulfilling life. I was like . . . "Thanks?"
I think that's probably true, though. There's no life like a geeky, nerdy life ^_^
Is that all? Is that all I have to say?
Oh, nope, there's more:
TORY, SHEESH, CAPITALIZE the freakin' titles of songs you load on the computer. Let's use some grammar and look INTELLIGENT here. Also . . . leaving them as "Track 2" and "Track 5" is pretty annoying, too.
Crap . . . did we have to do a paper for Macbeth? I so didn't finish that.
Random thing: Mom said today she is dumping Ralph Nadar. He never bothered to come and find her when she was 18, so she could feed him cookies and take him home, and he got involved in politics and is stealing votes away from Kerry and so now she is dumping him for a full-time shot at Bill Nye.
You are innocent love. You long for someone to
spend your days with, most of all a best
friend. You do not want to rush things, and you
like marks of affection that are
"cute".
What kind of love are you?
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