Poems

So yet again I find myself bored in my engineering workshop so I'm going to write farf, or hwoever you spell it. Last night, when I was at ski practice I was walking in my ski boots in the lodge and completely wiped out and landed straight on my knee. It was incredible painful because underneath the thind carpet was concrete. I still skied on my let but I did not have as much control/ force on it, so when I was skiing slauom my ski hit the pole and the bindings came out. The result was landing on my knee, yet again. So, the term I will google will be pain. (my leg is fine now, but it hurt a lot last night)

A feeling triggered
Sensations known
Suffering
Distress
Sharp.

I don't feel the way I've ever felt
Sensations known
Without Love
Get worried.

Reliever
Super Power
Feeling triggered
Smile; not worried
Feeling sensations of love

Study Abroad

Yesterday afternoon I found myself in the study abroad expo. It was so excitng looking at all the pictures that represent the places I could be going. My ideal trip: summer 2011, begining late june early july, lasting 4-5 weeks, through Virginia tech and the summer program that is led by a Virginia Tech professor, traveling to different countries as opposed to staying in just one place. I do however have many options as far as where I am going incase a traveling program is not accessile. To stay in one place I would go to Italy, and in Italy, Florence. I have been looking at summer programs that involve going only one place, and I have found several good programs in Florence where I'd be travelinga round Italy, and taking classes. The Engineering that I am looking to go into is Ocean Engineering, and there are not many programs for Aerospace, let alone ocean engineering. So, the coures that I wold take would be liberal studie programs. That is perfect because I do not believe I would focus on engineering if I was in another country. That is a big part of the reason that I am not doing a semester program. Even if I found an engineering program that matches up, I would not focus well on it at all, or if I did I would miss out on Europe.

Classes

So, I'm really glad we have this blogg to write in today. I am currently in my engineering workshop, and this class could not be more boring today. Usually work shop isn't bad; we do a lot of activites in the class, and because I'm an engineer, I tend to like a lot of the dorky activies. However, today is a lesson on design, and how to decide which solution to your problem is the best solution. I'm bored out of my mind!!! I've spent 7am till now studying for a chemistry test, so I'm dying for some entertainment or human interaction. I thought I might have gotten it in this class, but that is not the case. So, I ame up with the great idea to write in the blogg. This is what I like about writing. You can talk to someone, even if you aren't exactly talking to someone. With writing, you can escape, enter into a different world. Its just like reading and dipping int a subconscious where you've entered inside the plot of the book (for a good book). And whats so great about writing is that you not only escape, but you can create the world at which you wish to escape to.
Right now, I picture myself at the beach: The sun is warm, I feel the rays being soaked up by my body, and my core temperature warms up from the cold temperatures of Blacksburg it left behind. I'm on a towel, lying in the sun and I can feel the sand molding against my body, as though I were laying on a cloud. All the soreness from working out and hauling textbooks and my lap top around campus is suddenly gone, and I feel so relaxed. As I breath in the fresh salty air I feel a slight breeze against my skin, but I do not feel cold. The suns rays are a blanket over my body, so the breeze delights me, passing the smel lof the sea under my nose. I open my eyes and view the magnificent color display across the sand. I am at a beach called Emerald Isle, and it is know for the fantastic sunrises and sunsets. The ocean is a light shade of emerald in the shallow water then grows to a strong green blue. The crash of the wave is innocently white, calling me to run into the ocean and become a part of the sea. I turn around, and the seen behind me is almost as beautiful as the one in front. Many sand dunes cover the beach, with sea grasses sprouting up from their tops. The grasses dance in the breeze and the colors of light are reflected in the sand, a work of art. The sky is a brillant display of colors. The sun is setting and there are brillant tones of pink orang yellow and blue. I wish I could just take those colors from teh sky and turn them to paint because I know these schemes can never be replicated.

continuation of the olympics

So, evidently my blog didnt mannage to get posted and became a draft and cut off at the end so here is the rest of it:
My friends and I had a great time using the opening ceremony as a geography lesson as we waited for the USA to come out. The camera man zoomed out right before the USA came out (because its such a huge team) and I noticed that the Canadian dancers/performers in the tribal outfits were still dancing! I was so impressed because at least an hour had gone by. Not only was the audience of athletes but the performers were too in the sense that they must have been in good shape to keep dancing for that long.

Olympics!!

In honor of this past Friday's festivites, I felt it necessary to write about the winter Olympics. But before I begin to describe Friday evening, let me set the stage for what my friday was. Before our class, I had 8am multi-variable calculus, not a pleasant way to begin the day when the class is accompanied by a quiz. Then off to English, a break in the day of math and science, where we all listened to presentations, until 9:50am, and that is when I began to sutdy for my physics test. All day I study so hard for that test and was completely drained and bored out of my mind when I got back from the test at 7:30. It was after I had put down my book bag that I realized that this was not just any ordinary Friday; no, tonight would mark the begining of the 2010 winter Olympics! My day of hard work and boring physics problems was instantly evened by the excitment I had for the start of the Olympics. I am a huge fan of all the winter sports and in aw each time I watch an event. I of course had known that tonight was the night the excitement would begin, but in the blur of math and physics, I had completely forgotten.

The opening ceremony was well done, but the best part about the ceremony was watching it in the company of my friends, and creating a geography lesson out of the annouciation of the countries. I personally learned of several countries I had no prior knowledge of, and on top of that, learned a rough idea of there locations. Finally, USA came out, last but not least. It is amazing how manymore people we bring to the olympics compared to all the other counties.

As the USA came out I was also brought to a memory of the last time I saw the USA come out for the winter olympics. I have been a girl scout since daisy's and in 5th grade I was a junior, and for Valentines day there was a girl scout father daughter sweet heart dance. My friends and I were pleasantly surprised that night to find that our dads (or parents in general) had gotten a limo to take us to the dance. The dance itself was not all that great; it was disco themed and all of the dads in our group were rather miserable because that was not there thing at all. So, we left early and took advantage of the limo and drove around. There was a small tv in the limo so, naturally, we turned on the opening ceremony that was happening that night. The next thing I know, we're

Continuation of the Irony

So, to make up for hte loss of skiing this weekend, my friends and I decided to build and iglou. (I do not know how to spell it) Like many people, we took the recycling bins to the snow and made blocks that came together to form a huge fortress. Unlike most of the structures however, our iglou has a roof, and was built mainly by 2 girls. the iglou is so big that my friend, who is rather short, can stand up completely in it.
Do you ever get inspired to just do something, mainly to have the experience and the story to say you did it? Well, Saturday night, after the iglou was completed, me and my friends slept in the iglou. I know it sounds crazy, but my friends and I figured this is college, its the time to do something crazy, to collect the stories, so create a memory that one day you can say to those younger than you, "One time in college...". I feel that since you only have one time to live your life, you might as well make it the best book you can full of experiences and stories good and bad, because lets face it, no one wants to read a book of a perfect life, thats just plain boring. No, a good novel consists of good and bad parts, because with out the bad one can not fully experience the good. Think about it. If all one knew there whole life was good events they would only ever be content because they have nothing to compare it to, to know that it is good. Every bad experience makes the good so much better. Now, I'm not saying I'm about to go out and ruin my life just so down the road I can experience the good, I'm just going to experience things, like sleeping in an iglou because its a story to tell. It is an experience to share, even if it is a cold and dumb idea, I can now share that experience with others, and now I appreciate my dorm room a Whole lot more. :)

Irony

So this weekend was unfortunately, suppose to be the last race of the season for ski team. It was going to be held at Snowshoe, and due to all the mountains that the team would be crossing to get there, our method of transportation was changed. Usually the team rents vans from the school, but the vans are quite old and are on the junky side as far as cars go, so the team decided on account of where we would be driving, and driving through, that we would simply cram into cars and caravan there together. Well the arrangements were finally made, and we were going to leave Friday, today, to try to beat out the storm when the president of the team recieves an email from the director of racing at Snowshoe, which said that the race was canceled "due to the impending doom expected for this weekend". The director was of course refering to the snow storm that is suppose to take place during the weekend, (and has already started since I am writing this Friday morning in place of English class) So, this is extreme irony, not being able to go skiing, and having the race cancelled because of snow. I was first sad when I read this information, but since the race is only being postponed for another weekend, I am deligthted because I still get to race. Now, I have more time to practice and improve before the last race since it isn't until the last weekend in Febuary. Also, I have a physics test next week, and I would have gotten no homework done, let alone studying done if I had gone away this weekend.
I'm so excited about the snow in general. As read in other blogs, I love the snow and am planning to spend a good bit of time playing and sledding in it this weekend. In fact me and one of my friends are planning on building an iglou, so I'm especially excited to get started on that.