Good News, Folks!

I passed both my classes this term!
Yay!
You know what that means?  I never have to take the first half of Calculus again, and I never have to take the second half of Chemistry again, either.  Isn't that awesome!

So after I finished both my finals I flew to Los Angeles to join my family in a family vacation at Disneyland.  It was, as you might say, memorable.

#1.  I missed my flight to California.  Luckily, I was able to get on a flight leaving three hours later.  I hate airports.

The flight lady told me not to cry.  Of course I'm going to cry.  I missed my flight.  Seriously, what else did she think that I would do?

#2.  I dropped my camera on the side of the road, by a bus stop, didn't realize it was gone until half an hour later.

#3.  I spent 17 hours in Disneyland/California Adventure in one day. 

  #4.  My mom lost her camera, too.

 Luckily, it got found. 

Overall, it was a crazy, mad, lucky, awesome trip to California. 

Glad to be back home, I need a vacation from my vacation.

Me and My Hammer

This is me and my hammer.

This is me and my hammer watching tv.

(Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, in case you were wondering, except I forgot to give Alice hair.  Whoops.)

This is me and my hammer cooking dinner.

This is me and my hammer imagining that a monster from Doctor Who is in the hall waiting to attack me with its clockness.

(He's saying "Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.")

Tied Together

My sister and I just finished making two quilts.  We've never made quilts before.  I've tried one time, but I never finished it.

I really like the idea of quilting.  I like the way that quilts feel.  They are so cozy and warm and lovely.  When you wrap yourself in a quilt, you can feel the love that went into making it.  There is no way to feel the warmth of a quilt, without feeling that love.  It is always there.  There is something about making a quilt that infuses it with love.  I don't know what it is.  Maybe it is because making a quilt is personal.  You sit there and spend hours working on the quilt.  You usually work on it with other people and you talk and you laugh and you gossip and you make it yours, then you give it to someone and it is filled with power, filled with heart, with love.

Maybe this sounds cheesy, but I believe there is magic in quilts, a magic of healing, a magic of hope, of caring, of love.

I hope that the quilts my sister and I made find someone who needs this love, this warmth, this peace and I hope that they feel loved when they wrap themselves in blankets made halfway around the world.

I made this for you

I made you a picture of what I looked like three weeks ago, back when I was awesome and rode my bike to school. 

I'm still awesome, I just don't ride my bike to school ^_^ 

5 hours and 45 minutes

That's how long I have spent in the Testing Center in the last two days.  One test took 4 and a half hours and the other one took 1 hour and 15 minutes and I forgot to answer one question. 

BLECH!!!

On the bright side... wait... there is no bright side. 

Ok, maybe there is a bright side.  I will be done with classes in three weeks... at least until Fall semester starts two weeks later...

My Poor Hands

Remember how I told you about how I slept on my hand and it turned into a swollen monster (the part after my brain exploded).  Well, I've sort of been beating up on that hand this last week.

You see, once upon a time I went away for a weekend and my finger got bit my something that might have been a mosquito, but now I'm not sure because it swelled up so much and there were like three bites on it and it doesn't really look that much like a mosquito bite, but I'm not sure.

Then once upon a time after that, I was throwing some laundry in the dryer and maybe I slammed my thumb in the door to the dryer, which apparently is quite sharp, because now there is a cut on my thumb and it hurts quite a bit.

School and Holidays don't mix

As I may have mentioned before, I am taking classes this summer.  There are two of them and they are both pretty difficult. 
First, there is Chemistry.  I am sort of retaking this class, so it is a bit easier than it would otherwise be, but the work is accelerated to fit into a summer term.  So that cancels out the easy. 
I did, however, rock the first test.  I got a 90% on the multiple choice portion and am waiting to hear about the written part, but I have high hopes.

My second class, feels like a different story.  It is Calculus.  I took calculus in high school, five years ago.  This means it is all forgotten (not that I learned very well the first time).  So it is a lot of hard work and it is accelerated.  It makes my head explode and it makes steam come out of my ears.  I feel like I understand a lot of it, then I try and work out a problem and I get it wrong.  My first test is tomorrow (yikes!). 

BUT, regardless of if I am understanding anything of what I am learning this summer, I should not have to turn in assignments on the day that I am celebrating my country's independence.  I should be able to go out and party with no cares in the world.  I shouldn't have to be jealous of the laughter that I am hearing outside, while I slave away at a computer trying to figure out why my answer is not acceptable.  ALSO, I shouldn't have assignments that are normally due on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, be due on a TUESDAY, unless specifically told by the teacher that it would be so.  ALSO, how in the world did everyone else in the class know it would be due? 

Never take classes during the summer if you have plans to actually do anything else. 
You will die.