FInal SOL: Trip Memories

This Is For The Trip

This is for the trip. For the airplane and the boats. This is for the bubbles and the grass. This is for the who-knows-what's and the who-knows-where's. This is for getting lost. For getting found. This is for being spies and koalas. This is for the elephant, and the whale, and the earrings. This is for the flight simulators. For chasing rainbows and playing tag. This is for the same put-two-fingers-by-your-ear-and-wait. This is for the pictures and the journals. This is for the rain and the heat. This is for earth, fire, water, air, and cosmos. This is for the green and the blue. This is for ourselves and our futures. This is for the firsts and the lasts. For the beginnings and the ends. This is for Obama and the beavers. This is for red chalk and fluid. This is for running and floating down the river. This is for bruises and cuts. This is for mud and waking all day. This is for the city. For the bay. This is for the orchestra and the quarters. This is for the burgers and the statue with his hand in the air like he's trying to catch something. This is for bunk beds. This is for the marble and the wood. This is for that-one-time-we-did-that. Don't you remember? This is for the candy, for iced tea and Cheetos. This is for change and improvement. This is for the frogs and caterpillars. This is for the shoes and the messes. This is for the ropes course and the swing. This is for ga-ga and nicknames. This is for the memories. For the goodbyes and the thank yous. So there you go. Thank you. That was for us.

Sophie's World

This past week I spent some of my time reading Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder. The story begins when Sophie Amundsen opens the mailbox to find an envelope addressed to her. She opens it to find that the only thing inside is one sentence: "Who are you?"  In pure disbelief, Sophie launches into confused questions. Still trying to understand, she looks in her mailbox again to find a second envelope. The letter inside reads only "Where does the world come from?" In the time that follows she receives anonymous letters and packages containing essays and stories that toss her into a crash course through philosophy. The philosophic questions and ideas begin to take up the majority of her time but none of her family members seem to ever question anything. This book teaches philosophy, and is still a continuous story about a girl, a stranger, a mailbox, and a postcard.

I got pretty far into this book about a year ago and have just now started to restart. I would recommend this book to most people although I am not sure if others would be interested in reading it.

Time and Again

Finney, Jack. Time and Again. New York: Simon and Schuster, 1970. 

This past week I started reading Time and Again by Jack Finney. This book is set in New York in two different time periods. It tells the story of an artist who joins a mysterious government program and travels back in time. I am very much enjoying this book but am not finished with reading it. I like the first person telling of the story and how unique the plot is. I am enjoying learning about both of the time periods that this book is set in. The dialogue is descriptive and interesting and the characters are not cliche or boring. Overall, I am excited to finish this book and would definitely recommend it.

SOL9: Trip Prep

I am so excited for our trip to DC but there are still some things that I have to do. First of all, I have to finish packing. I need to pack clothes and money and pencils and games and a sketch pad and my poetry book and some other things too. And even though I am going to be packing all of these things, there is a very good chance that I will overpack, forget something, or both. Trip prep is difficult and slightly stressful to think about for me so I decided to write a poem.

Don't forget
And make quit sure
To take your meds
For they're the cure

Don't ask dumb questions
Don't talk too loud
And bring a coat
If you see clouds

Finish journal pages
Don't break the ships
We love you so
Now have a nice trip!