Tuesday, March 21, 2006


A Walk in the Park

Well, we had play practice again today. She had told us that we might be done as late as 10:00. But we ended up being done at 8:00. So, me and my sister started traveling home. We have to take the stretch of interstate between State Road 26 and State Road 25. We were driving along, and listening to the radio, when we noticed that the engine was very loud. Then it started clanging and making a scraping sound. Almost as if the pistons were scraping against there casings. This happens when there is no oil left in the car. So we pulled over, halfway between the two exits. About 2 miles each way. By then the engine was smoking. We got out, and grudgingly admitted that we would probably have to walk along the interstate and back to the school, which was about 3.5 miles. (Walking along an interstate is illegal) I was kind of hoping that a police car would come and pick us up. So we walked, and walked and walked...........and walked and walked. The entire time I was praying like crazy that someone would see us and pick us up. After walking for 2 miles in literally freezing and windy weather with nothing but our coats, we came to 26. I thought I heard someone yelling Amy's name and I looked around and saw Liz Kuhn off in the distance. It turns out, they were driving on the interstate and Liz managed to recognize us. So, we eventually got home rather late and very tired, but none the worse for wear. We don't know how bad Amy's car is though.

This probably is full of grammmmssiijtical errrorsrrss because I am still very tired.


Friday, March 17, 2006



Well, one of the worst days of my life is finally over. Today is Friday, March 17. It is Saint Patricks Day. It is also the final day of FABA. I was one of the unlucky few who did not get to participate. Yeah, yeah, I know what you are thinking. You think that I have it lucky. Well, if you would have spent the day the way I did, you would be insane as well. The students were told that the teachers would have stuff for them to do. But, when we get to school, we find an eight hour long study hall. You think it sounds cool, huh? Let me put it this way, "It was the most boring and uneventful day that has ever crossed paths with me. You could not pay me to go through that day again." To make matters worse, we had to sit in the auditorium for the last to hours listening to Arvid speak about Eagle Fair. There was something wrong with the auditorium's heating unit because it would alternately blow very warm and then very cold air.

There were two good points. We got to leave school at 3:05 instead of 3:16. I also realized how much I enjoy hanging out with my friends at school. Robbie, Joey, Brady, Sonnie, Danielle, and everybody else, hurry back so we can have a normal Trig class once more.

Because of this bad day, I am tempted to join choir next year just to get into FABA and avoid another day like this one.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


Oh brother -or sister- where art thou?

Toth-fairy, Toth-fairy;
Where for art thou Toth-ster?

When I entered school this morning I was fresh out of bed. I had just been sick for three days and I was ready for a good time with all my friends. But as I stood and recited the pledge of allegiance, a dark cloud fell over my soul. I couldn't place where this dark and gloomy mood was coming from. But then I heard it; the dreaded voice. "Due to Mrs. Toth's absence, such and such people will be taking over her classes for her."

"NOOOOO!!!" I inwardly screamed. I realize that this feeling may be hard for some of you to simulate. You who only have her for one or two classes. I, on the other hand, have her for - count them - FIVE classes. Five! I think that she is sort of ingrained into my immune sytem or something.

Fortunately, she came after school for the SAT update thing. I think that this presence single-handedly prevented me from having a relapse.

Mrs. Toth get better speedily. (or your daughter or whoever is sick) I have many questions for both Adv. Physics and Trig. And we have a test on Friday.

Monday, March 06, 2006


War Letters

And when he gets to Heaven
To St. Peter he will tell:
'One more Marine reporting, Sir —
I've served my time in Hell.'
-Sgt. James A. Donahue
First Marine Division

Just last year, my sister purchased the book "War Letters" for my dad for a Christmas present. This is one of the best books ever compiled. It brings together about 300 letters from the Revolutionary war to the Persian Gulf Conflict.

I read through it in a matter of days, it was so interesting. I would encourage all of you to buy it. It is an extrememly interesting and personal story of the lives of thousands of soldiers. It would definitely not be a waste of money.

Thursday, March 02, 2006


What the heck.

Ok, somebody correct me if I'm wrong,but what do you think a Christian is all about. We are about glorifying God. Correct? A Christian is not perfect, a Christian is constantly growing. I don't know about you guys, but this Christian has made several mistakes in the past day. Christians need to work out problems in there own lives. This working out may take place on a blog. If so, what right does a professedly Christian school have to take away that blog, invade the privacy of the person and punish them. I am not going to mention the name of this student, but he is a very godly young man and I love him very much. He made the "mistake", according to this school, to say that he occasionally struggles with some cuss words. Even Christian cuss words. GASP!!! The worst thing a Christian school can do is express its sometimes Baptist legality and condemn a student because of his willingness to express his faults and try to correct them. Granted there was another student who made a mistake by calling himself a pimp, but that was corrected. Congratulations.

Do we as students now have to lose the one thing that we can speak our minds on? I admit it, if someone is posting a bunch of junk and cussing on his post, of course punish him. But when a godly young man is growing to be more like Christ, shutting him down is just plain hypocrisy. And going against the Bible. And underminig Jesus.

Fellow bloggers, I hope none of you ever condemn anyone who comes to you and confesses some sort of sin. Pray with them; talk with them, but do not destroy the bridge between them and you and God.

Sigh.... Maybe I shouldn't have written this in the heat of the moment. It might not make any sense. If so, leave a comment.

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