Esperia

Charly Horse

admin — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 07:15:43 +0000

got a charly horse last night they suck !!

admin — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 07:14:13 +0000

Elisabeth Huber Wagner

English 10 Honors-Lord of the flies May 18, 2010

William Goldings book “Lord of the Flies” involves a group of boys on a stranded Island. If William Golding wrote “Lord of the Flies” based upon a group of pre-adolescent girls instead of boys the book in every aspect would change.

Girls are more motherly, outgoing and caring. Their role in society as caregiver

to the children (as per the time period) would influence the girls behavior on the island

and change the book in multiple ways. In the book, Jack is obsessed with hunting and

killing. Girls most likely would not fight and instead gather food. Females in general are

not as violent as males nor do they take pleasure in hunting. If girls were on the

island instead of boys the girl’s would probably take better care of their appearance. The

girl’s would also be kinder to the children and try to join together rather than separate.

If the girl’s fought they would most likely fight verbally and not as physically as Jack.

Hunting is a major component in Lord of the Flies and most likely the girl’s would not

hunt so the whole plot would need major revisions.

College.

admin — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 05:05:06 +0000

I’m in college now. It’s cool..and right now i’m really missing my friends.

At least I have my best friend here.

Tonight, I can not sleep.

admin — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 05:00:48 +0000

Tonight I can not sleep. For, I am restless. I lay in bed thinking only of the next 15 days of my life. These 15 days include rushing to finish my personal progress, saying goodbye to friends, cherishing my hometown, getting my drivers license and trying ever so hard to stay relaxed. Tonight I can not sleep. I have many things in my mind and heart. Fear, anxiety, worry, excitement and a longing to stay young forever. I want to go back. I want to redo high school. I want to die my hair a million different colors. I want to be a different person. But, I’m not.

In 15 days I’ll travel 2,000 miles away from home to go to a small town for college.A town known by few. A town which soon will become my home.

Mikeys Story

admin — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 18:23:46 +0000

On Sunday May 23, 2011 I came out of Sacrement meeting feeling spiritually uplifted. I just came back from Kirtland for youth confrence and I was so excited to tell my leaders about the amazing experince. One of the young women in my ward, Kate, was sitting on the couch and I went to join her. Shortly after another young women, Kristen, came up to us.
“Something really awful happened last night.” Kristen said.
“What?” I asked confused by her tone.
“Mikey died in a fire.” Kristen responded.
“Are you joking? That’s not funny to joke about.” Kate said
“I’m not joking. It’s all over the news” Kristen responded.
My dear friend Kate burst into tears and I started hugging her. Mikey was a close friend to all of us. I tried my best to keep the tears back and support my friend Kate struggling infront of me. She had her cousin pass away suddently earlier that month and was really struggling. Soon the adults started trickling into the foyer and the me and Kate sat there crying while the other young women gathered around us giving support. Kate’s mom came up and led Kate outside to comfort her and I sat there worried, scared and concerned for my friends who were very close friends with Mikey but weren’t members.My thoughts were foucased on them. “How can I help them? How can I support them? How are they coping?” The pain overwhelmed me and I broke down in tears. My young womens leader led us to the bishops office and we cried. I’ve never cried so much in front of other people before. Tissue after crumpled tissue went from my hands to the garbage that was moved next to me. My thoughts were still foucased on my friends who I knew were most likely meeting togather at my friend Cassies house. Cassies house is where we met for everything and I knew it would be where we would meet if something ever happened. I sat there and begged my mother to drive me to Cassies.
“I can’t stay here. I need to see Cassie and everyone. She needs me.”
“Liz, just wait.” My mom said, “You and the other young women are going to get a blessing and you need to be here”
My thoughts strayed. My mom was right. God loves me and he wanted me to be at church. It was no accident that I found out about my friends death in church. I was able to receive a priesthood blessing along with the other young women. In my blessing I was comforted and in another young womens blessing it was reavled that my friend died in his sleep and felt no pain. After the blessings the Young men came in and hugged us, we all gathered togather and prayed. One of the young men, Jonathon, bore his testiomoney about the plan of salvation and how we know that Mikey is going to be okay. My tears slowed as Jon talked about how it wasn’t a goodbye but a “see ya later”. I went in the hall and my home teacher was there ready to help me. I received many hugs as I made my way to the car and went home to change my clothes.

“Wait here. I’m going to run in and change.” I told my mom. I ran into my house and ripped off my clothes and I fell apart again. I got on my knees and I prayed. I needed my Heavenly Father. I needed to be strong. I was angry and sad that my close friend had died but at the same time I knew that God loved me and he loved my friends. I needed to be there for them and support them. I quickly changed and my mom had gathered a box of food and easter candy. She drove me to my friends house and I thanked her and told her I’d call her later. She told me she loved me and I walked to my friends door and entered. All my friends we’re in my friend Cassies living room crying togather. People kept arriving and we all sat togather unsure of what to say or do. By then my tears had stopped and I was handing out tissues and giving hugs. That day my friends and I all dyed a streak of our hair red in Mikeys memory. He had a red streak in his hair for spirit week and it ended up being a pain for him because it wouldn’t dye out. That monday going back to school was very difficult. My friends and I met by Mikeys locker and posted pictures and letters we wrote to him. Some of us skipped classes and spent them in the auditorium. Mikey used to sit at my table everyday in Lunch and sitting there without him was too dificult. In the auditorium students gathered on stage, the lights were off and we sat there togather. Some prayed, some thought while others cried. Mutual that tuesday was going to the temple. I was able to do baptisms for the dead and have the Temple President give the youth in my ward a very personal and unique spiritual thought on the plan of salvation. That week I went to the auditorium for lunch and when I entered I saw one of the young women in my ward playing the piano. She was playing a song Mikey loved. Mikey was a talented muscisian who had a scholarship for private lessons at Eastmen School of music. Seeing one of the young women in my ward staying strong really helped me. Mikeys memorial service was the thursday after and I got up and shared my favorite memories about him.

Losing a close friend in high school is hard. I would go home at night and cry. It is very hard to convey my feelings and explain the events that followed my friends death. However I believe it is also important for other youth to hear these stories. God loves you. God loves those who we have lost and because of Jesus Christ and the atonment we can see those friends again. The experinces that followed my friends death have helped strengthen my testiomoney. I know God lives. I know he loves us. And, He will help us through anything. Pray to him. It is okay to depend on those around you. For the first few weeks I based my life souly around church events. “Mutual. I can make it to mutual. Seminary. I can make it to seminary.” I would think about the next time I would see members and when I was around them I foucased on strengthening myself as much as I possibly could. Knowing that I had a support system with the same values as me that I could talk to every morning during seminary was a big help. Stay strong and press forward, you are loved.

I want to write

admin — Mon, 06 Jun 2011 15:43:54 +0000

I want to be this amazing writer. Nothing overly fancy. Nothing published. Just someone people read and think “Hm. That makes me think.” I want to write rambling pieces that still have a purpose. I want to be a teenage Joel Stein.

College here I come!

admin — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 01:33:56 +0000

Yesterday I left at 1:30 from school to go to the oral surgeon to see about my lovely Wisdom teeth removal. First we went to the post office to drop a package off and then the bank. I got my first ATM card and set up an account. We went to the hospital and after tromping to and fro the adjacent buildings we finally found where the heck we were supposed to be. The guy who looked at my teeth was very very nice and helpful. Sweet to And, cute So, i’m getting my wisdom teeth removed on monday the 11th :0. Oh, And after the appointment i bought a wedding dress at the VOA for 50 bucks.

I miss

admin — Sun, 06 Feb 2011 03:38:11 +0000

I miss spending time with friends. Like, really spending time with them. I want to sit and talk to val for hours.

2010 goodbye. Hello 2011

admin — Fri, 31 Dec 2010 18:58:13 +0000

2010: money, 3 on AP, more friends, yearbook.

2011:My year. My senior year. Graduation. College. life. Change.

Strange. Change. Strange, strange change.

Woahhh

admin — Sun, 03 Oct 2010 20:12:20 +0000

So, I haven’t blogged in a month! And I’m sorry

My life is wierd…I’ve made some sudden changes that affect my futore.

1) I’m graduating High School early.

So, I have more course work and tons of crap going on. Part of me wants to stay in HS for 2 more years…and the other part wants to live with my grandparents for a few months before college. High School great and I’m not leaving early because of bullying or laziness. I’m ready for me. I’m ready to move on with my life. I actually love High School- I do. I love the social atmosphere. I feel totally comfortable walking down the hall with fake yellow and black eyelashes (which i did on Friday for fun ). Which is a bit of a surprise to me since I’m usually shy. But, I feel at home in school. I entered the cafeteria in the first week at school and realized how many friends I really had. I had 4 tables full of 4-7 people I felt great sitting next to. If i ever wanted to switch were i’m sitting in lunch I could. Back in freshmen year I had a hard time finding ONE place to sit in lunch, and now I’m torn between 4 tables. Its such an interesting thing to see. I’ve really changed since Freshman year. So, graduating early although I really will miss my friends and the life I have now is worth it. I want to spend time with my Grandparents before they die. they mean so much to me.

And this blog is kinda scattered everywhere! I’m sorry. I know the spelling and grammar and everythings all over the place! I’ve made this list of things I want to do before next September. Called “Senior Year Bucket List.” And I’m workign on getting it going. Its not grades or things like that. Its fun things like “Have a sword fight in public” and such.

Anywho, i gotta get going. bye!