Ok, so my blog website has been having some issues; the blog below is from the week before spring break, 3/1. Instead of publishing my blog websited decided this blog was not good enough to become a post and so it became a draft even though I posted it.

Ok, So I'm not sure whether or not we had a blogg due last week or not. Since we didn't have class Monday I couldn't get clarification and assumed that the hw assignment for a blogg was to just have one by tomorrow, hopefully that is correct.
Since this is the first blogg since spring break then (or at least I hope it is) then I will share a little about what I did for break. While the campus because a ghost town Friday night, I was one of the very few people who stayed until Saturday morning, where I left for Mound Bayou, Mississippi at 6am. Why Mound Bayou or all places? I was going there on a service project with the Newman Community Catholic Campus Ministries, and in two 12 passenger vans 14 other Hokies and myself traveled for 14 hours to Mississippi.
Now to tell you everything that happened on this trip would be quite a lot for one blogg, so I'm going to share some stories for the trip, particularily ghost stories. Now, to set the stage, Friday I was deeply regretting not going home for break. I wanted to see my high school friends and family, and I hated the fact that I was all alone Friday night. I didn't know anyone on my trip, and was apprehensive about that. Well, we hadn't even pulled out of the driveway and I new this was going to be a fantastic experience with a bunch of funny and amazing people. My group was the epitome of the perfect team. Everyone got along and was friends with one another, there was no clicks only massive amounts of fun.
It was when we were having an episode of fun that my ghost story arises. Me and 4 other people decided it would be a good idea to sit in the church pews (of where we were staying for the week) in the dark. An even better idea was that my friends wanted me to tell my own personal ghost experience story. Once the story ended things got creepy in the dark as we started talking about demons and exocersims, and personal experiences we've each had with things from "beyond". Well, it didnt take long before we freaked ourselves out and ran back into the light. Once we were in the light though one of my friends Christian, realized his rosary bead bracelet was gone! (for those of you who might not know a rosary is special for prayer and his bracelet was a miniature version, with religous sentimental value) This was the definition of freaky. His bracelet was a clasp that fit tightly around his hand and wouldn't just fall off. No one was playing a joke, everyone one was completely shocked this had happened, especially in light of the fact that we had been talking about demons and this was a religious bracelet, an also a bracelet of great sentiment to Christian that he would never use in a joke. Luckily, we found the bracelet in a pew but the fact it had been off at all was incredibly weird.

So for spring break rather than going home to northern Virginia, I decided to go on a service project with the Newman Community Catholic Campus

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.