Monday, January 24, 2011
Blue Shirt Day?!
As of a few minutes ago when I got an email from a certain Ashley H. stating that Febuary 22 is blue shirt day. I don't honestly know whether or not to be celebratory towards this new event, for it may be a simple act from all of those color-blue-lovers who think that blue is better than the color green. In that sense I feel I should tell you to wear the color green instead and see which side has the most support. But then again this could be not an act of vengeance or spite against the color green, but more importantly an act of unification. And who couldn't do with a bit more unity in their life? So I say we should do it. Why not? How much more effort does it take to put on a blue shirt rather than a red, green or yellow one? None! If you are going to put on a shirt anyway, why not put on a blue shirt Febuary 22? Anyway, my overall point is that I think that maybe this Ashley H. character was on to something. We could all use a day set aside as a day of unity and support for one another. I'm going to wear a blue shirt on Febuary 22, are you?
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Let's Fold Cranes
The story of a thousand cranes is an ancient Japanese story about a magical emperor who's people were sick. The people came to him to seek wellness so he in turn said to them, "Fold a thousand cranes and the Gods will grant you a wish." The people did as he said and wished to be well again, and like he said the Gods granted their wish and made them well again.
Another is the story of Sadako Sasaki who lived in Hiroshima, Japan. When she was only two years old her mother and grandmother were with her in their kitchen when the atomic bomb fell on Hiroshima. Her grandmother passed away from Leukemia, and about ten years later Sadako was diagnosed with Leukemia as well. Her time in the hospital was long, so her best friend told her the story of the emperor and taught her how to fold a paper crane. Sadako folded 644 cranes before she passed away, and her classmates folded the rest for her.
These stories may be sad, but that is not the reason why they are told. They are told because they give a fire like tool that envelopes the reader in warmth. It gives you hope. Hope is like an eternal flame that never goes out. It is passed down from generation to generation in thoughts, prayers and stories like these.
This week one of my best friends, Meredith Boyce, was a victim to something beyond our control; she had a seizure. This is a horrible event, that I doubt any of us could have foreseen, foretold or prevented. Meredith is now at MUSC in Charleston where she is in good hands. But while she is in good hands that gives us no reason to continue on like this has not happened, and we won't. Meredith is in the backs of our minds where ever we go, with every step we take our hope burns within us. We are like a giant flaming 8th grade! We can't help but think of Meredith and so we cast our light of hope out across the state to our classmate and friend who needs every bit of hope we can rally.
These stories show us that hope can go a long way and can be exhibited in many forms. Meredith deserves our hope and our support every waking moment, so I challenge you. All of you 8th graders, and any other griffins or friends alike, to take a stand and join me in folding a thousand cranes to send to Meredith to remind her that even though we are not physically with her, we are with her in spirit.
Another is the story of Sadako Sasaki who lived in Hiroshima, Japan. When she was only two years old her mother and grandmother were with her in their kitchen when the atomic bomb fell on Hiroshima. Her grandmother passed away from Leukemia, and about ten years later Sadako was diagnosed with Leukemia as well. Her time in the hospital was long, so her best friend told her the story of the emperor and taught her how to fold a paper crane. Sadako folded 644 cranes before she passed away, and her classmates folded the rest for her.
These stories may be sad, but that is not the reason why they are told. They are told because they give a fire like tool that envelopes the reader in warmth. It gives you hope. Hope is like an eternal flame that never goes out. It is passed down from generation to generation in thoughts, prayers and stories like these.
This week one of my best friends, Meredith Boyce, was a victim to something beyond our control; she had a seizure. This is a horrible event, that I doubt any of us could have foreseen, foretold or prevented. Meredith is now at MUSC in Charleston where she is in good hands. But while she is in good hands that gives us no reason to continue on like this has not happened, and we won't. Meredith is in the backs of our minds where ever we go, with every step we take our hope burns within us. We are like a giant flaming 8th grade! We can't help but think of Meredith and so we cast our light of hope out across the state to our classmate and friend who needs every bit of hope we can rally.
These stories show us that hope can go a long way and can be exhibited in many forms. Meredith deserves our hope and our support every waking moment, so I challenge you. All of you 8th graders, and any other griffins or friends alike, to take a stand and join me in folding a thousand cranes to send to Meredith to remind her that even though we are not physically with her, we are with her in spirit.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Snow Man/Thing/Creature Competition
Ok so after literally hours of working on it, here is my submission. I'm sorry If it is a little late, by we were having computer issues.
It is a griffin, Traistanoucus,surrounded by a snow fort. The snow fort was composed mainly of ice layers that we shoveled off the top surface of the snow in our yard. Creating this piece was incredibly difficult, from the cold to ice as a building block in place of snow and little brothers who can be difficult I'm happy that it is completed.
Special thanks to Logan and Ian who helped me in the beginning, and to my dad who took the picture in the end.
Monday, January 10, 2011
My yard...
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