First Love

I've decided to challenge the love of the father. Within our table, we've decided that he may not actually be in love. In my opinion, his feelings range from curiosity to protection to a thrill. When he first meets her, he suddenly changes. This could be out of obvious attraction to her or apprehension to what makes him want to act different. He continues to meet her despite his son's feelings because, it's an excitement. He knows its based on a thrill that he can't control. Him leaving protection to her could be out of the fact that they have become friends. We automatically assume it's love because it is what Vladimir sees it as. I don't quite think they are in love. 

Beloved Edward

For my blog, I decided to take a bit of a different approach. I will be portraying another character. 

Dear Edward Cullen,

Upon our unfortunate meeting, I came to the realization that you are all that my mind can hold. Waking up, driving to school, sitting parallel at lunch, in science, driving back to school, while sleeping, and the cycle starts again. It almost as if I can see you at night. This my love is one reason why I am finally deciding to reach out to you. Even among my closest of friends here at Forks high school, it is not enough to be without your love or even friendship. I can handle, my love, whatever it is you are afraid of telling me. I am in your debt for saving my life and I would do nothing to harm you. I feel drawn to your family with it's love and care yet, I am also afraid by the intimate state of your siblings. Let me into your world; I want nothing more than to love you with all that I possess. I know my dear this is probably overwhelming but all I ask of is time. Time to process what I mean to you. I feel that this is a two way relationship. If you agree, I will be waiting for you on Friday outside on the picnic table for lunch. I hear the sky will be clear and exciting. My darling I hope to see you there. 

I hold you in my thoughts, Isabel Swan

Maslenitsa!!!!! Carnival for the Soul!

Масленица (Maslenitsa) is a religious festival based on the harvest season for Russia. It's the equivalent of Madi Gras. I have not experienced either so, the topic fascinates me. It is also known as Butter Week, Pancake Week, or Cheesefare Week. This is celebrated the last week before Lent. Maslenitsa has a dual ancestry, According to Slavic mythology, it is a sun festival that celebrates the end of the winter season. On the Orthodox side, it is the way to bring in Lent. The main food that corresponds with Maslenitsa is the Bliny or Russian Pancake symbolizing the sun. Main activities are Sledding, Masquerades, Snowball Fights, Bonfires, and more. The mascot is a straw figure referred to as Lady Maslenitsa. The ceremony on Sunday evening marks the end of the celebration. One of the main events during this time is a large bonfire that is filled with Lady Maslenitsa straws. This is the final thing that rings in the new season. Maslenitsa in my opinion is an excellent way to come together. I have not seen many USA traditions and holidays that bring this many people together happily. We have our occasional New Years Eve apple or peach drop but, this is rarely a huge time for massive celebration. One thing that fasinantes me with the Russians is there willingness to work hard but, play harder. Перейти Масленица!!! :)

Russian World!!

привет,

The Russian flag and map! Witty huh?

I never thought I'd be taking Russian Literature at Rabun Gap but, here it is. The most interesting course in the English department. The course will consist of learning more about Russia as a whole but, with a twist built in. Our first book is called Onegin. Written in 1833 by Alexander Pushkin. The first story is about a young man who comes off as a person who enjoys life. He lives the life style of the rich and famous but, in reality his father was just the opposite, a debtor. Yet, he does not want to accept this fact. The characterization isn't shown much within the story. It is more implied than direct. Overall, I enjoyed parts of the Book I of Onegin. Hopefully it stays that way! Welcome to Russian Literature. Onegin!!! (Exciting)

Point of View Toggle

Situation: A girl and three boys are having a fun time walking back to one of the boy's house on the streets of rich Atlanta.

1st person: As I stepped back into their conversation, I was more uncomfortable hearing them than actually being the only girl. Of course, it didn't help that I was also sweatier than a basketball playing after playing a day worth of games. It was that bad. "Nel, listen to me!" Chase pleaded. I snapped out of it. Without giving much thought, I turned and was not only face to face with Chase but, also mouth to mouth. Now every car driving along this road knows me for the girl hanging with all guys and smooching. He pulled back and continued walking with his...my...our friends. Leaving me to figure out what just happened, why it happened, and to pray that know one driving by knew my mother.

3rd Limited: Madeline thought it was a great calm day to drive in the Morningstar area of Atlanta. There weren't many cars on the street and the streetlights seem to be moving so quickly. All great until one single spot. She noticed one thing that didn't fit into her perfect driving day. A group of boys walking alongside the road. If that wasn't enough their happened to be a girl walking behind them. Madeline kept her eyes on the road but tore at the scene that played out in front. Now these children were all standing around as the girl kissed the young man. She noticed that this wasn't any girl. It was Nel Pertelli. Shocked she continued to drive on waiting for the next time she could talk to that young lady about proper manners.

 3rd Objective: Thomas watched in disbelief as his two best friends snogged on the side of the road. He hadn't even wanted Nel to come today because. that would mean she would be alienated. He thought she was fun but, he didn't want to share her. Now, his two best friends were going to get together and forget all about him. He kept going to let them do what they do. Jay started to walk with him but, he left him behind. He was the one who told Chase to do it. It wasn't as if he could complain either so kept pushing one foot in front of the other. It didn't mater the two of them caught up anyway. Who was he kidding, he couldn't be angry they were his boys. And Nel... Nel was his bestfriend. That was it!

Cameron Citi and The Wall Fly

I apologize for it being so long... Enjoy!
"Are you kidding? The students at this institution are great. I will not stand for this!" Headmaster Citi belched at the Department of Western Boarding Schools. They arrived on his campus, Denver Academy, to say that they were giving him one year to rid his school of problem children or they were taking away his accreditation. Naturally, one would panic in this situation but not Cameron Citi. He had it all under control. "Please excuse yourselves out. I have a lunch appointment." His tempered lowered as he gathered his materials from the head of the table. "Remember Headmaster Citi, One Year." The leader of the department calmly stated... With one shake of his head, Mr. Citi glided out the room. He left the John C. Depp Conference Building in a rush to his lunch appointment: the Thai basket laying on his desk.

"Has anyone seen Mr. Citi," Landon Johnson asked a couple making out in the hall. Mr. Citi was never late to their private AP Music Theory class. Landon had been waiting in the classroom since 7th period started 30 minutes ago. It wasn't like him to be late or absent. *Text Ring* Hey on the sunroof. Let's have some fun! This girl who he hadn't even bothered to remember the name of texted him. Well as long as Mr. Citi wasn't here. What was the harm?

 "LANDON! LANDON! Where are you going?" Mr. Citi asked from behind his desk. Landon had stared right at him and didn't even notice him. Landon was doing so well and then he had to go and disrespect him.
Getting up, he noticed a few things: how easy it was to move, how he felt like he was lighter than a penny, and  how know one seemed to know he was there. "Ahhh a fly!" One of the eighth grades yelled. He glanced around but saw none. "Get him!" another yelled. Once again, he looked for the fly right when a hand smacked him down. Ouch! He moved quickly down the hall getting away from the girls. No matter where he went there were people hitting and slapping at him. Which led him to only believe one thing... and he didn't want to say it. He remember when this happened to every other single person in his family and they hated it. Everyday since he was born, 32 years ago, he hoped he wouldn't get the Citi Transformation Curse. However here it was. Anger took over him as he realized a fly wasn't what he had in mind. Maybe a killer wasp or white tiger. Without think, he searched everywhere for Landon. Finally, hitting the sunroof, which made no sense but there was a slight possibility. He heard a quiet bass. Peering over the roof, were about 10 kids. Doing everything: drinking VODKA, dancing, and everything else. Why weren't these kids in class? It didn't matter right now. All he had to do was find Landon. Which also meant for  pretend the board of WBS wasn't right. He flew around back towards the column and stop short when he heard the faint noise of people. Turning the corner quietly as if he was still a human, there was Landon and a girl. He couldn't pin down her name which was sad because he knew everyone. He refused to admit to what they were doing and took off towards his office. Passing a couple of boys gambling, some smoking, and two girls fighting, he finally realize what he'd been missing. The same group of people that claimed they were changing just changed the hours in which they misbehaved. He knew what he had to do but, couldn't bring himself to it. Finally landing on his desk, he closed his eyes hoping this wasn't happening.

"Mr. Citi, Landon is here!" Agnes, his assistant, rang on the buzzer. Cameron opened his eyes and stared down at his now present fingers resting on the desk. He smiled to himself as he recognized himself again. "Send him in Agnes" He waited a few seconds till Landon finally opened the door. "Mr. C! Where were you during class?" "Around Landon. We need to talk." "What's up?" "I'm suspending you for two weeks." "WHAT! Mr. C, What did I do wrong?" "You know son. You know. I'll be sending your academics to you. Now you should get ready for rugby. Your sister will be here to get you in the morning." He watched as his favorite senior left his office. The one thing he hated most was upsetting the people he loved. But, it had to be done. Even if it was his own nephew. "Agnes, Please send for Michelle Wagner."

NED

The infamous National "Eating" Disorder that has corrupted the United States  can be defined in differentways. To me eating disorders is mostly a state of mentality. Of course, anyone who has an eating disorder will generally show visibly but it is the inner self. It is about the way the person feels and treats themselves. Most foods and restaurants can be blamed for a our national eating disorder but it is the person who creates the actual disorder. I understand it is a crazy theory but, think about it. There are people who eat McDonald and Wendys a bunch but they know they have to work to balance. Then there are people who don't and it shows. It is the same when someone has to think and feel like they are not skinny or fit enough. So, there is a disorder, it just isn't entirely the foods fault.Do You Know Your E.D facts?

Hey!

Olá... which means hello in Portuguese! Thanks for coming to my blog for World Lit. I have a feeling its going to be a great year. First How was your summer? Mines was amazing. I went to Puerto Rico for a mission trip which was beyond great. I met so many new friends, Boriquen and Atlanta people... I also had a birthday on July 14 which was amazing. I celebrated it with my two best friends, Roderick and Tahiba, at a pool party they Roderick threw for me. Secondly, I went to The World Leadership Awards which was hosted by Usher. There were performances by Justin Beiber, Ciara, and Usher himself. I liked it so much that I went to another Justin Beiber concert as well as Rascal Flatts. It was a great summer. I hope your was good to. SO, we were told to write an opening to our blog that featured information no one knew about us. Well, my favorite thing to do is read and write. I actually have four books underway. One in which is almost completed and is being viewed by a publishing company. Hopefully, they are so excited they say: 'Minna, we love everything you write. We want to help you become a New York Times bestselling author by the time you graduate college.' Probably won't happen but one can only dream. I'm excited for this years class and hope that you find the things I write very inspiring. Thanks again and Pa Pa... which is bye bye in Romanian! (Yes I am very exotic)