Saturday, March 5, 2011

Look at those clouds!

"And so the water's velocity will be stronger as it goes around the bend in the river be... becau-

LOOK at those clouds!"

My science teacher continues to the back of the room where the picturesque view of the river is clear and some admit ably cool clouds are hovering just above the water. She pulls up all of the blinds and lets in the early morning sunshine, brightening our room further.

We all look back at the clouds and stare for a while as they slowly change, the little sun spots on the windows, know starting to loop back to their original positions, are making shadows on low back counters. She sighs and moves back to the front of the room and the class continues on as of nothing had really happened.

A few minutes later she makes a note that the clouds are gone. "Oh well. It was nice while it lasted."

It's sort of hard to describe my science teacher in one go.

When explaining the many different things she does, she may come off as someone you should generally avoid. And on first contact with her, you may feel intimidated and scared.

On back to school night, she wore sparkly boppers on her head, and even scared one guy so much that he didn't bother to leave the room when he realized that he was in the wrong classroom. He stayed quietly in his seat.

But, on the other hand, once you meet her, she is actually really funny, and carefree. She doesn't act like she is superior to us and jokes around. When she talks to us, it's on an equal level and I think a lot of people like that about her. She is honest and blunt, but utterly funny and has the greatest stories.

She also helps a lot with tricks on how to get past the 'full sentence' problem. If it has a subject and verb, it's ok! That doesn't mean that it has to be specific. (For example, It was formed 25 years ago. What was formed 25 years ago? I don't know, read the question! It is a full sentence)

Right now, I have no idea what kind of person is forming in your head, and I'll most likely bring her up again, but for now, the crazy science teacher has been introduced. Somewhat.

Friday, February 11, 2011


I have not indeed forgotten about your blog, and just as I have promised, I am still here

To make corrections of coarse, 

First of all, I am most defiantly still here, don't plan on me leaving anytime soon.
Second, I would never wear this sorta outfit:
(please refer to your own blog for further reasoning)

And lastly, I am not a spy for the former soviet union, in fact I am a spy for SSStS. Just for future reference, also don't worry to much, I'm only the assistant for the actual spy, and we're still unsure of where to do our spying. Also, our spy gear does  not  look like that at all, it's way to obvious that you're a spy if you wear things like that, either that, or you're looking to be abducted by creepy men. (just saying, sorry to all you creeps out there, but abduction is frowned upon in all situations).With SSStS we try our hardest to blend  in with the crowd and keep up our ordinary lives. 

So, in conclusion, 
I am still here
I do not wear small tight clothing 
I may or may not be a spy, it's still somewhat unclear to you what I am doing with SSStS

That's all,
The Beast

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Checking things out

"I'm gonna start a website!"
"Good Luck with that," I reply without looking up from the book I'm reading, thinking the idea of a website was just a need to do some Sunday morning crafts.

Although the rest of the week and even into the next month or so, she is frenzied, looking into blogs and websites, companies and tumblrs.

"Why do you want to make a website?" I ask and she looks up from her newest find, Mommy Blogs.
" I don't."
"You what?"
"Right now, I want to make a blog."

After three years, it seems natural for my mother to occasionally slip away to a secluded part of the house and type away willy-nilly about anything she deems fit (or more often just in front of me).

But recently, as I start to filter through her thoughts from the past year, looking through the records of my life from her perspective, I start to see the little cracks and chips in memory that any normal person is bound to make. A sketch pad instead of a book, wood instead of plastic, the wrong age or time, or moment.

Thus from my point of view I seek to de-scramble these blogs into something that fits into my own memory as most people do normally. Looking at a picture or video of an old party or vacation, everyone has their own account of the same thing, all told differently.

So I look at this as my side of the story. Not something completely original, but something, totally and most defiantly my own. And you can bet, I'll tell it my own way.