Under the Skin

I am a big heroes kind of person. So, I have made a slideshow. With my historical heroes. Just so you know, there are some people I revere, but did not make it through all the hero stamina tests in order to make it into my slideshow. These are people that I find showing courage, faith, compassion or some other value I find highly important. If you have any questions about why someone's in the slideshow (or for some people, who they are), email or comment and I'll blog back why. So, let me know what you guys think of it. It took me a little bit to get every little piece right and work out the bugs, it being my first slideshow I've made of this type. I like doing it though, so maybe I'll make some more some time. I'll definitely post them if I do. I was having all these issues trying to get this thing up here, before realizing that I'd saved it as a MPEG2, which isn't compatible with blogspot. So, yeah. But I've converted it to a .wmv. If anyone wants me t...

Okay, so the title is the repetitive line of a French Christmas Carol. It translates to "Winds of winter, winds of winter." So, here in Seattle, we're bracing ourselves for ANOTHER wind storm. According to weather.com, Woodinville (which is where I live) is currently experiencing 28-36 mile winds from the SSW. Clallam Bay has undergone 90+ mph winds this morning. The wind storm isn't supposed to be as bad as last year's mayhem, but it shall be an adventure. However, the scary thing about last year's mayhem, we had sang the Vent D'Hiver song in French class the day before the evening's wind festitivites. Therefore, we can basically blame it on my French class.

Hey there! I don't have much to say aujourd'hui (that's French for today, but I think it has the most amazing sound to it--much better than today, but I thought I'd check in with you all. So, today, I did the regular Saturday stuff (namely the day of violin lessons), and then Caleb and I ran a day of fun in downtown Woodinville. One of the things that we did was we went through the turny door on Red Robin. I have never been to Red Robin, but I saw that they had a turny door, and I think it's a pretty awesome door. So we just went straight through and back out. Once we were out of it, I realized the door was still going. It was an automatic turny door, and I we had been pushing. Whoops. Anyways, I also thought I'd let y'all know, that my parents didn't name me Hannah when it was a popular name. It wasn't like Muriel or anything. It was, in fact, #30 in 1990 when I was born, and #29 in 1991 when I was almost born. AND! Hannah spent some time...

So, recap for those who don't know what this was. Gallaudet University is a college in Washington DC that is for the deaf. It was made as an act of congress in the time of Lincoln. Anyways, in 1988 with the choice of a new president of the University, the students wanted change. The board's choice of president was not only hearing, but could not converse in American Sign Language or See Sign. The students said that she could not have the student's interests in mind if she couldn't even converse with the students, and would need a translator to speak to them at any time. The students also found the continued choice of hearing presidents a mark of paternalism towards the Deaf Community. They demanded a difference, and protested and disallowed anyone from entering the university or attending classes until a change was wrought. Eventually, the board of trustees complied with their four demands (that the chosen president resign, a deaf president by chosen, the board o...

Okay, that sounds sort of wrong. But let me explain. So, at Inglemoor (or at least the IB faction thereof) there aren't really problems with drugs. Except occasionally Ritalin abuse, but that's complicated and quite rare. There aren't many who are highly sexually active. However, some IB-ers drink. And they are very open about it too. And state it as normal behavior. I know that some of my friends drink. I'm not going to name them, because even though I discourage the behavior, they're still my friends and I don't tell everyone on earth who is drinking and who isn't. They know that I won't drink--at least I think they do. They've never asked me, but I'm kind of a notorious goody-goody, Molly-Mormon (which isn't a bad reputation to have, may I remind you). So, today in French class, the subject of Scotch came up (because that's the French word for that type of tape. Just plain "scotch.") I was sitting with two boys w...

Last night was homecoming. Last Friday we had the homecoming game (which we won 42-7 by the way, against Garfield...and their touchdown was scored through us letting them foul their way across the field and they were all really dumb fouls too). So yesterday, my date for the night, Brayden, and I opted to not attend the dance. Instead we attended the Museum of Flight in downtown Seattle and then walked around of the pier for awhile before going into Bellevue, eating at a Southwestern grill called Manzana and then traipsing around Bell Square until returning home. It was a great event and I have many memories, but they aren't coming onto the screen right now. Maybe later today it will show up and I'll type some more.

Fair. They went as I expected. The interesting things here? We've been having very UN-Seattle-ish weather lately. So, yesterday we had a wind storm (not half as bad as last year's, but there were still some lines down and power out and trees across roads and closed bridges and such). However, I still had school. Last night, a power line fell at the front entrance and lit the grass on fire, but they'd fixed it by this morning. What's that like? Then, today, we had thunder, lightning, hail and hard rain. All of these are not common in Seattle. We have rain, but it's all misty-ish. Lightning, thunder and hail are all anomalies in Seattle. My bacpack was all wet, and therefore so was everything therein from walking from class to class. Furthermore, you couldn't get from one class to the next without getting wet up to your knees. But it was thoroughly enjoyable. So a friend of mine asked what "steps" means in Irish dancing (It's a long story)...