Thursday, March 06, 2014

Day 64


Nothing like a good lesson on photosynthesis to cheer you up. 

My job was to cut out the sun from yellow construction paper. 

Everyone else in my group, meaning two other people, got all nostalgic because of how everyone used to draw the sun with a smiley face and sunglasses, and always in the top corner of the page. 

Cheers,
SWH

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Day 62


A lost, frozen sole found on the ground today. 

Not much of a story behind this one. I spotted it while walking towards the car. 

Cheers,
SWH

Monday, March 03, 2014

Day 61


Studying for a make-up history quiz today. 

"Damn it, how he nicks 'em" 

"Oh! This cursed ograbme!" 

This is during the time of the Embargo Act. The turtle represents the US government, and the people are trying to trade with England but can't, because of said Embargo act. Ograbme is embargo backwards. 

Pretty exciting stuff, I'm tellin' you. 

Cheers,
SWH


Sunday, March 02, 2014

Day 60


If you know who C.P.E. Bach is, bonus points for you.

If you don't, know that he is a composer, and son of the more well-known J.S. Bach.

My old church was doing a musical celebration for C.P.E. Bach's 300th birthday. 

I got an email awhile Bach from the music director at my old church, asking if I wanted to be apart of the instrument ensemble today. I emailed her Bach, she sent me the music, and we all got together today to perform it at church.

There were two flutes, one cello, two violins, and the regular church choir. We all sat Bach behind the alter. Music was gorgeous. 

I have a hard time not appreciating music, regardless of the genre, especially when it's live. 

I'm going to be straight up honest here, I'm not religious. Sometimes I truly wish I was, though, because religions seem to make people so happy and full of hope. It gives them something to come Bach to at the end of the day.

Bach when I was eight, I started going to Camp Calumet Lutheran camp for a couple weeks each summer. I was so convinced that I was going to become a counselor in training, and spend as much time at Calumet as I possibly could. This past summer was my last summer there. I could never bring myself to teach anybody anything that I don't truly believe in.

There isn't much I can do about that. So I didn't really know what to say when people who recognized me, and said, "Hey, you're Bach! Welcome Bach! So nice to see you!" I didn't know if they though I was going to be coming to church regularly again or not. 

I just went with it and smiled and shook peoples' hands, ate some cake, tried to look and act my age, all that. 

It's nice to feel sophisticated and appreciated every now and then. 

Cheers,
SWH

Saturday, March 01, 2014

Day 59


It's not much for today, but I found out that there's a chance of me taking CP Physics next year, as opposed to CP Chem like the rest of my classmates. 

Science at my school usually goes from Earth Science to Biology to Chemistry to Physics. 

Most people start with Earth Science their freshman year, and progress down the line like any other rat in the maze. Then there's the handful of smarty pants kids in each grade who did really well in 8th grade science, and therefor start Honors Biology freshman year. 

I've done my research. I don't see why I can't take CP Physics next year and just not take Chemistry. Considering that I'm planning on going into animation, special effects, 3D graphics and such, I think it makes sense for me to take Physics as my lab science, and use the extra time in senior year to work towards my art profile with art electives. 

Anyway, it's just nice to know that I've found a pathway out of the maze, and I can do my own thing. I just need to run this by one more person, and then I'm good to go. 

I was telling my grandma all about this, and how excited I was when I found out, and she said, "Way to go, Sonja! Make an executive decision!" 

Cheers, 
SWH





Friday, February 28, 2014

Day 58


Felt like a badass today during kickboxing. Hell, I even rocked my winged Captain America socks before and after the class. If kickboxing in socks was acceptable, I would've worn them then, too. But it's not. 

Big brother Sam gave these socks to me for Christmas this year. 

I was introduced to Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, and The Avengers over this past summer, and I'm still enthusiastic about all of them.

As far as The Avengers go, I'm very much on Loki's side. For the record. 

Cheers,
SWH


Thursday, February 27, 2014

Day 57


Wicked awesome salmon soup for dinner. 

I'm a believer that soup can make horrible circumstances somewhat less horrible. 

Cheers,
SWH

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Day 56


The drama group at my school performed their 40-minute play for the public today. This play is referred to as the "festival play," since they'll be competing in the METG high school festival.

The play is entitled "Paper Stars", and was written and directed by two seniors. 

I can't even begin to describe it. Here's the description from the drama website:

This original 40-minute play about a young man who lands in a psychiatric hospital under false pretenses and meets young adults like him who are struggling with much bigger problems such as navigating the medical and legal systems. Through these bleak circumstances, friendships form and inner strength is revealed.

It was powerful, adorable, and hilarious all at once. 

However, several people that evening referred to the psychiatric hospital as mental hospital, the nut house, loony bin, all that.

Let me explain you a thing. 

Unless you are a patient in a psychiatric hospital, don't you dare refer to a psychiatric hospital as anything but that. It can be extremely offensive if you refer to it as otherwise. 

That's all I'll say about that. 

The star was drawn on my hand as a makeshift ticket, since tonight was the only public performance before they go off and compete in the preliminary round this coming weekend. 

Cheers,
SWH

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Day 55


Turns out, if you're kickboxing, breathing is highly recommended. 

I forgot the proper breathing technique today during kickboxing. Whoops. 

About half an hour into the class, everyone lined up against the wall and watched our teacher, Scott, demonstrate a kick. 

Aaand then the pretty color splotches came to invade my vision. Shit. 

I wrote a conversation with myself that raced through my head when I knew that I was going to pass out if I didn't do anything soon.

~~~

You need water. Now. 

But he's explaining something. 

Fuck that. Go to the girl's changing room and drink your water, goddamnit. 

Do you want to look like a wimp? 

No, but-

Do you want to look rude?

No, but-

If you brought your water out on the mat like everyone else, you could probably get away with it. But you didn't. 

But it's so close---

Relax. Scott won't be long. You can get your water afterwards. 

This is really important though. I can't pass out, especially not on the mat. 

Just make a run for it as soon as he sends people off with their partners. 

~~~

At that point, my head ached too much to debate further. I silently prayed that Scott would hurry up so I wouldn't pass out right then and there on the mat. 

By the time he was sending everyone off with their partners, I was leaning against the wall; I could hardly see, I felt incredibly dizzy, my hands were shaking, and my balance had been compromised. 

My partner, Chloe, who was too hyped up to start working on kicks to notice that something was a little off about me, started to approach me. I just told her that I was getting water as I stumbled and forced my body out towards the girl's changing rooms. My hands attacked every surface they could find; walls, chairs, door handles, in an effort to keep myself from collapsing until I made it to my destination. 

Sitting on the floor, I drank what was left of my water and took a moment to catch my breath. I tried slapping myself to get myself back in the headspace of kickboxing. 

After a solid two minutes, I willed myself to go back in and try again. 

Not sure if that was the smartest decision, but we weren't doing burnouts that day. 

Burnouts is something we occasionally do at the end of class; they're intended to wear you out and build stamina and endurance, all that fun stuff. We line up facing the flexible gymnast-mat-type-thing and, without worrying about form, just punch it repetitively for a minute. It's exhausting, but I love them. 

~

Take note if you plan on boxing in the future. 

Cheers,
SWH





Monday, February 24, 2014

Day 54



This is Ally. She's very aware that her bangs are nearly as long as the rest of her hair. 

Ally's learning Japanese, and apparently there are three different alphabets.

I had a free period during Biology today, so I went to go visit my friends down at lunch. 

Cheers,
SWH

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Day 53



I uploaded the photo to X-Large today so maybe you can read that comic that took me a few hours to throw together. 

It's for a history project. I had to research the election of 1820 and the Era of Good Feelings. Basically, there was no threatening opposition party against President Monroe's re-election in 1820. The Federalists practically didn't exist after the War of 1812, and the election itself was a breeze. 


I promise I can draw better than this, this is just my goofy cartoonish style. I can't get over how I drew John Quincy Adam's face. He looks like he's going to cry if he can't get his point across to Tompkins. 

My history teacher has a great sense of humor, so hopefully I'll get away with this. 

Cheers,
SWH

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Day 52


This picture actually says it all, if you look carefully enough.

I spent all morning and then some relaxing in the window seat, which gets a crazy amount of sun. 

It was perfect.

I was lying there in the window seat, the sun pouring in. My heavy knit sweater was draped over me as a makeshift blanket. I laid on the plush pillows with my thrift shop tie-dye v-neck on, alternating between reading The Glass Castle and just melting into a nap, bathing in utter bliss. I had to take off my glasses in the chance that my head would collapse back down into a nap again on the pillow. Mum brought carrots and hummus, and sparkling cider. It's not champagne, I promise.

Felt really funny this morning, like everything was surreal. Maybe I got up too early. Or too late. Maybe it's because I practically read myself to sleep the previous night, and I started reading the next minute I woke up. 

Everything was just peaches and cream today. I don't get to say that too often. 

Cheers,
SWH


Friday, February 21, 2014

Day 51


Julian came over today. We made guacamole with lots of cumin in it.

Now mom and I are having a much-needed silent reading time. I'm reading The Glass Castle, and mom is reading one of the books I bought yesterday, Orange is the New Black. 

Good day. 

Cheers,
SWH

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Day 50


Tell me that isn't a cool picture.

My view from my bedroom window, next to my reading nook. Read some of The Glass Castle today. So far, I highly recommend it. 

Cheers,
SWH


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Day 49


(I've never brushed off a car of snow before. Hush.)

My dad was surprised to see how happy I was when I found out that there was a second brush in the trunk, so I could help him brush the snow off. He was doing it nice and neatly and slowly, and I was whipping the brush everywhere, as if it was a contest to see who could get the snow off faster. I accidentally whipped some snow in his face. Sorry dad.

He chuckled when I told him that brushing the car was the best part of the day. 

I've been sitting on my ass all day long, being less productive than usual, which bothers me, despite the fact that I have total control of how productive I am. 

Snow's just awesome, okay? I make snowmen when I'm really upset, and I really like brushing off cars of snow. Snow's been really good to me this year. Never got down my neck or anything wacky like that. 

Cheers,
SWH

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Day 48


Back at the office. Ridiculous snow storm. 

And I finished a research paper... my vacation is so eventful, I don't even know where to start. 

Nah, I'm glad that I got work done. That's why I'm doing this entire photo project, is to help me recover and focus on the positives.

Look at that mighty fine clock tower over there. 


This is the hallway outside my dad's office. It's definitely got character. This building inspired the setting for a new story idea of mine. 

Cheers,
SWH

Monday, February 17, 2014

Day 47


Went to my dad's office for the day, knowing that being in a somewhat professional atmosphere would force me to work on schoolwork instead of work that isn't for school.

This is one of the hallways in the building. It's really odd. Yes, that's my dad. 



I also found a weird orange plastic stubby screw in the brick walls.

Cheers,
SWH

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Day 46


Everyone needs to watch at least one terrible shark movie at some point in their lives. 

Got together with a bunch of my guy friends, and Julia, and watched Sharknado, followed by Brother Bear and season one of Spongebob.
I was laughing so hard at Sharknado that I didn't even hear what they were saying half the time. The special effects in that movie are half the reason why I want to major in animation, special effects, and interactive technologies. So things like Sharknado never come out ever again with that bad effects. 

My favorite line, by far, was the guy at the convenience store, who says, "The gods aren't angry at us, aliens aren't coming down, it's the government.

Julia and I had to leave during the bubble-blowing episode of Spongebob. That episode always reminds me of band camp.
Squidward tries to blow a bubble, without using Spongebob's proper technique.

"Technique! Technique! Technique! Squidward, you're-- you're not-- using.. correct.. technique."
And Squidward goes on and mocks Spongebob's technique.
 
Our drill instructor and drum majors always yell "technique!" at us during our marching practices.
Cheers,
SWH

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Day 45


That's my laptop. I'll give you a tour, starting in the top left hand corner. 
  • Proscenium Circus is the drama club at my school. abdrama.org
  • The Boss is a sticker my mom gave me. Sometimes I like being in charge, many times I don't.
  • Fenway Park, 100 years. Got the sticker at a Red Sox game with my dad. 
  • The weird octopus thing is a logo for some custom t-shirt company. 
  • Big hunk of purple text is from last year's Day of Silence.
    It reads:
    "Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day of Silence, a national youth movement bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people and their allies. My silence echoes that which is caused by anti-LGBT bullying and harassment. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward building awareness and making a commitment to address these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today."
    To read more on the Day of Silence, click here
  • CCL stands for Camp Calumet Lutheran, an overnight summer camp I used to go to.
  • Spongebob. 
  • The big red B is the logo for Beats Headphones, which I received last Christmas. 
  • Batman name tag. Self explanatory. 
  • Elmo. I stole that sticker out of the sticker basket on my way out of the doctor's office. 
  • Legalize Love 2012, as part of Obama's re-election. Elmo is covering the O in LOVE, because I don't consider myself strictly democratic. And there wasn't much room elsewhere for Elmo. 
  • That pink dog sticker is also from the doctor's. That time, I was extremely light-headed, and I was having blood drawn, making the light-headedness even worse than it already was. I felt like I was going to pass out right then and there in that sticky chair. I was trying really hard to tell the nurses about Legally Blonde, the musical at my school, and how there were two live dogs on stage, but they either didn't hear me, or ignored me and thought I was talking to myself.
    "Just drink your apple juice, sweetheart." They kept saying with a thick Boston accent.
    "Can... can I have a sticker? Please?"
    That got their attention. 
  • The rainbow ribbons are from the day in health class last year where we talked about what LGBT meant, and nobody except for me, Colin and Sam knew what transgender meant.


Laptop today, because I did nothing productive except for finish and mail my application to that writer's conference before the post office closed.

Lots and lots of writing today. Can't post it on here, though. This is a blog, where real, non-fiction writing belongs. I'm hoping that someday, one of you will see my name on the cover of a book in the book store. 

Cheers,
SWH

Friday, February 14, 2014

Day 44


My apologies for yet another picture of Pesky. 

Valentine's Day, and the usual happens at school. 
  1. Carnation deliveries.

    You can buy a carnation for a buck a piece, and send it to a friend with a note on Valentine's Day. They even color-code the carnations to match your relationship. It's a very high school thing to do.
    Pink = friends
    Red = significant other
    White = secret admirer

    So that's always something to talk about.
  2. Singing valentines

    You can buy singing valentines for friends for three dollars. Small a cappella groups from the school chorus come around and sing a cute song to your English class. They usually come to other classes too, because they have the time.
  3. Cute couples being cute.
  4. Single people making jokes about "singles awareness day," and how they'll end up "forever alone." 
  5. Food everywhere. 
It was also the day before February vacation. 

We band kids had the last period of the day free, so instead of ending my day with band, guess what I was doing until late after school?

That's right. Biology midyears.

My school does two days of science midyears and two days of math midyears. I still had to make up the science, so what better time then after school on Valentine's Day, right before a week long vacation?

Nah, I'm just glad they're over with.

Now I'm back to what I did yesterday: forcing the creativity onto paper in the form of fictional writing to prove myself worthy. I'm actually making progress, though. I've been told that I'm excellent at writing believable dialogue, so I'm writing a conversation as a teaser for the rest of this new story idea. 

Cheers,
SWH

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Day 43


Our third snow day. The time that wasn't spent on my bio lab was spent desperately trying to tap into my creative side. 

A little less than a month ago, my English teacher e-mailed us about the Young Writer's Conference at Champlain College. How could I resist. After all, publishing a book is pretty high on the bucket list. 

Attending the conference obviously requires an application, and since I'm really hoping on attending the fiction workshops, I have to submit a piece of fictional writing no longer than three pages by the 15th of February, to prove myself worthy. 

It's driving me insane. Creatively writing fiction on a strict deadline is unpleasant, to say the least. Especially when you haven't written fiction in so long that you're willing to work with. 

Back in 7th and 8th grade, creative writing was everywhere. I was never too impressed with myself, although I churned out a good handful of short stories, poems, and one longer untitled story about 40 typed pages long that I shared with a small group of friends. 

I stuck with the longer story for a little over a year, starting in April of 8th grade, and I kept telling myself I would finish it and it would be golden. For a short while, I was completely convinced that I was writing my first novel. I named one of the main characters after my best friend, Colin, and he and I would get so excited and brainstorm ideas of what would happen next in the story. 

Part of the problem was that I was writing entirely "by ear," so to speak. I did very little planning ahead. One day, I figured out how the story would end for one of my favorite characters, and I frantically texted away with Colin about that. He kept asking me how it would end for everyone else, and the fact that I could never give him even the most vague answer bothered me immensely. 

Now that I look back on it, I'm not too proud of it at all, as a whole. There's no use in finishing something you're not proud of, so I'm filing that story under "Gold Star, Younger Sonja. You tried." However, I might snatch a few strong characters out of that story and throw them in other stories in the future, so the year effort wasn't a total waste. 

I'm sure it was a "valuable learning experience," or something like that. 

There were times when I skipped gym to sit on the bleachers with all the regular skippers, and just scribble down the next chapter until my hand was begging me to take a break. My beautiful neat handwriting was compromised in those situations. I lost a fair share of sleep over it, too. There were nights where I would sit at my desk and type away, and then drink caffeinated tea the following morning during Science class; I was under the impression that that was a perfect substitute for sleep. It's not like I had a deadline to make, I was just too eager to get it down on paper, and share it with Colin. 

As valuable as this experience was, I sure hope no one ever finds that story. 

My seventh grade English teacher, who ran the creative writing club back when I was in the Jr. High, was kind enough to lend me the book in the picture: Spilling Ink. I've read a good fraction of it today. She was shocked to hear that I wanted to write something fresh off the grill, as opposed to working with my older pieces. 

Now I'm scratching my head, reading that handbook, doing everything I can to conjure up the creative side of myself, to prove to both myself and these people at Champlain College that I can still write fiction that I'm proud of. 

Part of the problem is I have zero ideas in my story idea bank. Hmph. 

Cheers,
SWH













Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Day 42


Pesky strolls into my room and starts walkin' all over me when I'm trying to write an English paper. 

Decided to try the old cat and yarn deal, and that certainly did the trick. He tried eating it, too. 

Cheers,
SWH 


Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Day 41


Walk in the front door.

"Philip Glass!!" I say, stumbling over myself through the front door.

Flute choir and flute lesson, all in one day, and I come home to Philip Glass.

I feel so cultured for knowing who that is.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Knock knock.

Who's there??
Knock knock.

...Who's there???

Philip.

Philip who?

Philip Glass.


Julian taught me that one.

Cheers,
SWH

Sunday, February 09, 2014

Day 40


Only kids who go to my high school would even consider doing their homework with a textbook in the front seat of a car ride. 

It's a really uncomfortable set up. Those doctors who specialize in backs and posture and all that would probably yell at me. It involves long periods of time hunched over a textbook, squinting your eyes to read the textbook in the uncomfortably bright direct sunlight. 

Turns out I wasn't even doing the correct assignment. I was too proud of myself for doing my homework in the car to notice that until tonight. 

Oh well. We listened to some nice violin concertos on the way down. Pretty violins. 

Cheers,
SWH

Saturday, February 08, 2014

Day 39


This probably looks like some weird sketchy basement where only certain people know how to get to, for various reasons.

I'm just using my imagination here. Maybe you guys actually see the theatre, maybe you don't. Stage lights? Chairs?

It was an interesting set up. The Temptress

During intermission, this guy who reminds me a lot of my own Grandpa started talking to us, wondering if we knew anything about the actual plot line.

The whole atmosphere just made me feel bad for wanting to play Flappy Bird on my phone. So I didn't. 

One guy who looked old enough to be my dad walked up to some other dad-looking guy, and introduced himself, saying that he looked familiar, and oh I think I used to work with you. No way! Hi!   And they reconnected just like that.

Talk about a community. 

As for the rest of the day, we have
new flannels, Mexican food, and just overall super happy. So that's refreshing.

Not sure if I've mentioned this, but a change of scenery is so nice.

Cheers,
SWH

Friday, February 07, 2014

Day 38


Delivered some Girl Scout cookies to a friend who was out sick for a couple days. 

Forgot to take a picture of it, so he sent me one. 

Cheers,
SWH

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Day 37


After my flute lesson, Mom and I went to downtown Concord this afternoon before a doctors appointment. We had just enough time to not have time to go back home, and also to have some time to kill together. 

If that made any sense. 

This wicked bike was just outside the bistro we went to. 

A change of scenery is always uplifting, I think. 

Cheers,
SWH 

Wednesday, February 05, 2014

Day 36


Snow day number two. 

Somehow, all of Ben's boots were left at Dad's house. Keep in mind that because of a new custody schedule between the two houses, this is his third consecutive week at moms. 

So he wore my black "fugg" boots. Fuggs = fake uggs. 

Meanwhile, I'm rockin' the layered hats, tassels and various sweaters. Trend setter right here. 

The red hat was to keep my ears warm, and the other was to keep the snow from attacking my face.  

I ate a good handful of snow today, too. 

Cheers,
SWH 

Monday, February 03, 2014

Day 34


Received some bad news today. I had to say good-bye to an old friend of mine.

First thing I did when I stepped outside was bend over and started to make a snowman with, once again, my bare hands.

This time, the whole thing was just gross and depressing.

I think snowmen have become a coping skill of mine.

Sometimes, I'm asked the question, "what are your coping skills?"
Typically, I'll list off stuff like writing, playing flute, talking on the phone with a good friend of mine, and I think I'll add snowmen to that list. Thank god there was snowman snow outside.

Cheers,
SWH

Sunday, February 02, 2014

Day 33


Secret project is done, and no longer a secret. 

I'll make a separate post at a later dare explaining
A) what this is
B) how to make one
C) why this one took forever to make

Happy birthday, Julian.

Cheers,
SWH