Blog 14: The Last Blog

This is my last blog post for English 102. I have learned a lot this semester about writing and other things. I learned that I need to write my papers all in the same tense. I learned that my father keeps his grandfather’s old bamboo fishing rod in a special case in the basement. I learned that one of the houses my family used to live in had a dirt tunnel in the basement. Did I tell you guys about this? I don’t think I did. Well, when I was about five, we lived in a house that was built in like the thirties but had been renovated a few years before we bought it. Parts of the house and some of the buildings on the property were really old and my parents wouldn’t let my little brother and I play there. I wrote my second paper about how I learned to share while living in this house and interviewed my mother and sister to use as sources. I remembered that there was a door in the basement that was always locked and that sometimes my father would go in there but I wasn’t ever allowed to go with him. I asked my mother and sister about this mysterious door and they said that it was the door to like a utility room that wasn’t finished. I asked them what they meant when they said that it wasn’t finished and they said that one wall was just dirt with a doorframe in it. The door frame was the beginning of a narrow passage carved into the earth that led to the crawlspace under the older part of the house. I got really excited and said “We had a dirt tunnel?! That’s so cool! I wish you would have let me go in there once so I could have seen it!” to which my mother responded that I would have come back covered in filth. So yeah, I missed out on a dirt tunnel, but I know about it now that we don’t live in that house anymore.

Blog 13: Ramble

Hello, everybody. I have no idea what I want to write about today so I am going to ramble for the next 250 words. It will be like free writing but without a purpose other to get to 250 words.

I need to clean my room. It wouldn’t be so bad if the ceiling didn’t have those little white things that fall off of it all the time. I find them especially annoying when one falls in my eye at night when I can’t sleep. Speaking of cleaning, I should probably wash my car sometime. It is covered in yellow pollen and muddy cat prints. My jelly window clings are melting. They have been up since Halloween so that is not really a big surprise. I really need to get some allergy medicine. I have been sneezing and my eyes are so dry my contacts are irritating my eyes. I just remembered that I have Easter candy! Oh boy, chocolate here I come. I will probably feel bad for eating the candy later but its ok I can just go to the gym with Mindy and it will balance out. It’s ok to eat candy every now and then. Candy isn’t evil or anything; it’s just candy. I still haven’t changed the calendar, but I don’t really use it that much. I mostly just write everything down in my planner, and that method has been working pretty well so far. Do I really even need the calendar?

Well, that is what ten minutes inside my head is like. I hope you have better ideas than I did when you write your blog posts for this week.

Blog 12: Raby

           When I was six years old, I received my favorite Easter present of all time. It was a rabbit doll that my mother had made. She had made a rabbit for my sister, Diana, when she was younger and decided to do the same for me. She bought the pattern at a store and brought it home about a month before Easter. She cut out all the pieces and sewed them together before using a chopstick to stuff cotton into a small hole that she had left unsewn. She sewed all the pieces together in a way that I could still move the doll’s arms and legs. The rabbit’s ears had wire to hold them up and a small round ball of cloth stuffed with cotton served as the doll’s nose. My mother also bought print to make a dress and matching bonnet for the doll. My mother used much of her free time making the rabbit doll and even stayed up all night before Easter so that I would have a finished doll the next morning.

            I had seen my mother working on the doll most nights before I was sent to bed and knew that it was my Easter present, but I was excited to get my doll all the same. I named her Raby. It is short for Rabbit and is pronounced rabb-ee. I was six and did not know that there should have been two b’s in Raby to get the desired phonetics. She was white with black eyes, a cute little round nose, and no mouth. Her bonnet and dress are blue with pink tulips. The dress had Velcro in the back and the bonnet had two holes for her ears and a small blue ribbon rose to hold the rim of her hat out of her eyes.

 Raby was my favorite doll and I took her everywhere with me. I even took her on car trips; she had her own seat and always wore a seatbelt but had to stay in the car when we went into stores. My mother soon took the wire out of her ears so that I wouldn’t get poked with it if the wires moved out of place. My sister would sometimes take Raby from me to pick on me like siblings do and I would respond with a swift kick in the shin. Occasionally, Raby’s ears or other appendages would fall off and I would run crying to my mother for her to fix Raby. I even waited outside the dryer whenever Raby had to be washed.

When I was about eight or nine I realized that I was getting too old to carry Raby around and found her a nice box to keep her in for safe keeping. She is still in my closet in her box and every now and then when I am cleaning I will find the box and take her out of it to look at her and think about my younger years. She now has a hole about where her mouth would be from the friction wearing the cloth down caused by the many plastic tea cups and toy baby bottles.

Blog 11: April Fool's Day

            Today is April Fool’s Day so to avoid being tricked I have been hiding in my dorm room all day. I have never been good at pulling off April Fools jokes and pranks and do not have any shenanigans planned for today. In high school we had teachers who would do pop quizzes and what not that would turn out to be April Fools jokes. One year, one of the clarinet players in the high school band told our band director, that she was pregnant and that the father is her boyfriend who happened to be one of the band’s percussionists. She told our band director that neither she nor her boyfriend would be participating in band the next year because they would be getting ready for the baby. This all happened before school started that morning. The band director called the girl’s mother. The girl’s mother was in on the joke and pulled up fake tears and everything over the phone. When band class finally rolled around, the percussionist who was said to be the baby’s father walked into the band director’s office and said “April Fools!” and told the band director everything. I do not know how the clarinet player and her boyfriend pulled the wool over our band director’s eyes because he is usually pretty good about staying on his toes. The entire band laughed about it and rehearsal that day was pretty good. I don’t think I could ever pull something like this off without blushing or laughing or doing something that gave it away. Any good April Fool’s Day jokes for you guys?