...And so the Journey Ends.......

Between the clouds
The day was beautiful. The grass was vibrant green, as in quenched with water. The breeze cooled the land as the golden bright sun shone with fury. The clouds gave the illusion of being freshly painted. There in the sky only dreams lay, dreams that could only be dreamed, illusions that can only be satisfied by fiction. Only then a rigid buzzing sound interrupted the calm silence. A massive metal bird flew high above the ground, giving the illusion of touching the sky. There, in a split of a second, a dream became real, and an illusion became virtuality. Planes gave wings to people with dreams. It was all men kind needed, to grow wings and soar up the sky, to feel the rush against the wind, to free themselves and fly beyond the clouds. It was the beginning of the Roaring Twenties.
"Dad, hurry up! It’s getting late. We must leave if we want front seats!" yelled Amelia to her Dad exasperated through the front door of the small white porch. She was wearing a day dress. It was creamy peach, neatly embroided in pink and blue flowers, with a blue belt around her hips, under a long lime over coat. She was wearing a cloche over her neat curls. Her skirt flutter as the breeze blew softly. It was a bright day. Everything looked alive. The clouds moved as if they breathed, the threes danced in the breeze, everything was vivid with color. The front door finally opened, and out came a mature man. He was welled dressed in a stripped shirt with plain white collar. A tweed jacket and pin-stripped pants all in a deep dark mint color. He was fit, his body was of a 30 year old, but his face contrasted his body. He had dark circles underneath his tired eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in months. His face was a field of wrinkles, his hair was badly brushed, but his smile outstood all that. As he came down the porch steps, Amelia took his hand and hold it tight. Her dad smiled as they both walked silently in the fresh grass. Their day was filled with warm memories as the smell of pine filled the air. As they walked further, Amelia locked arms with her Dad and put her had over his shoulder. It was a beautiful afternoon. Her Dad was contemplating the day and realized how fast years pass by. He still remembers her as that beautiful baby he held in his arms. That baby that brighten his life ever since. He remembers that girl who loved being outdoors, whom he played football with. But now she was an adult, no longer a baby. She was in college and very independent. But to him, in his worn out eyes, she will always be that baby. "Dad" Amelia interrupted his thoughts, "thanks for accompanying me." She said with a wide smile. "Well I must say, I feel flatter with all this dates, but sweetheart, as hard this might sound, you must find another handsome man to take you out because my good looks are getting dull with all this sun" he responded chuckling. "Daaad!" Amelia whined jokingly. The walk and walk with the sun above their heads and the crisp grass beneath their feet, with an occasional greeting to neighbors. They came close to a stadium, with long silver bleachers. As they entered, they sat on a bleacher in the first row. As the time passed more people filled the empty spaces. "Ladies and gentle man" said a loud voice over a
bright yellow megaphone. "Welcome to the air circus!" as the man finished everyone stood up with cheers and applauses. They all sat down as they watch a magnificent silver plane, with its wings spread out so far apart with the promise of flying. It began to glide on the road. Then it took off as the wind embraced it. No one had ever thought flying was ever possible to men, but now in a split of a second a windowed opened and the sky was conquered. It was amazing watching as all the other planes took off and began to do tricks. It was a show in the air, and everyone could feel the ecstasy of being there. People shouted and yelled with excitement as the huge metal birds flew. As they came down, the short man came out again and said "Ladies and gentleman, thank you for coming to our amazing air circus. We enjoyed you all being here. We hope to see you very soon. And now is the time were our amazing pilots will show you even more! Just come to any airplane and they will attend and quench your curiosity." With that said, people spread on the field towards the five planes. "Dad lets go see!" exclaimed Amelia while grabbing her dad’s arm. "I’m sorry sweetheart," her dad said, "but I don’t think I’m up for it. It’s too wild for me. You go ahead, but be home by dinner." "Ok dad" replied Amelia, "I’ll meet you at home." She smiled and waved her dad goodbye as she walked towards the planes.
When she near and saw the planes up close, she let out a gasp at the grandeur of the plane. Her heart beat faster as she touched slightly the metal shell. She could imagine the plane submerged in the sky. "May I help you?" said a nice but rough voice. It was a older woman, around her 30’s, in kaki pants and blouse. The suit look big on her, and her hair was very neat in a ponytail. She had a pair of goggles on her head, and she was 2 inches shorter than Amelia. Most people where gone, and the ones there were talking to other pilots. "Hmmm, I was just wondering what it feels to be there" Amelia answered with her head up and her hand pointing towards the sky. "Well, would you like to found out yourself?" she asked with a big smile. Amelia was shocked and began feeling excited. "I would love to" she said as her eyes widened and her heart pounded like a hammer. "Well then put on this and get on" she was instructed " so your eyes will be protected from all that wind, and can actually see the view" and anxiously Amelia put on the goggles and climbed into the back seat of the plane. "Hold on tight!" shouted the pilot. With a great rumble, the engine started and the plane began to glide slowly, gaining momentum. Once it was at a steady pace, it took off and dipped into the sky. The wind was strong, and Amelia felt a rush of anxiety as they were getting higher and higher. Then the plane began to flow, and she felt like a free bird. Being up there, floating, watching the clouds pass by, was extraordinary for her. As she looked down and saw the town below, felt like a dream, a dream that she didn’t want to wake up from.
As the wind gushed over her face she felt the ecstasy of being up high, the pressure of gravity pulling her down, the thought of being in the sky, flying. She felt the adrenaline flow in her veins through her blood. The rush of flying, of having the illusion of touching the sky, made her feel incredible. As they began to descend, Amelia knew what to do next.
"Hon, is there something wrong?" asked Amelia’s mother over the dinner table. "You’re awfully quiet. Are you ok? Is everything ok? "Her mother kept pushing. "Mom, I’m ok" she replied quietly. "but I have something to tell you" Amelia quickly implied. "Mom, Dad, Sis, today something amazing happened to me, something indescribable." She paused and widened her smile, "I have decided to become an aviatrix." And as she said her last words, Amelia Earhart was born.
Her words made history.Years later she became the first woman to fly across the Atlantic. Later the first woman to fly solo at a time when only one other person, Charles Lindbergh, had done so. She performed many aviations first, many where first women's. All possible by her determination, heart, and guts to accomplish whatever her heart and soul set off for. She accomplished far more than she could ever imagine. She set out her dreams and let them fly free. She was a woman with great ambition whom no one could stop from succeding. She wrote books, loved to explore, and brake even more records. Her simpleness and courage made her the best in what she loved. As she turned 40 she had a last flight in her, and she knew the dangers of trying to accomplish such thing. "I know that if I am loist you will be blamed for allowing me to leave this trip; the backers of the flight will be blamed and everyone connected with it. But it's my responsability and mine alone" wrotte Amelia Earhart to her husband, George Puttman. It was a simple sentence, she was a simple girl, but it was all she needed to take her higher than the sky. It was then that Amelia would break all limits and fly beyond, until she lost herself in that beautiful sky and became part of the clouds. Her dreams soon to be swolloed by the deep blue sea. "....If Amelia is dead it is the way she would have chosen" George responded by the shocking news of her dissapereance, knowing that his beloved wife kept flying beyond the sky.
COURAGE
Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace,
The soul that know nbot, knows no realease
From little things;
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull grey ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare
The soul's dominion? Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold restless day,
And count it fair.
-Amelia Earhart, 1927. "Courage" appearead in
Marion Perkin's "Who Is Amelia Earhart?"
Survey magazine, July 1, 1928, pg. 60








Workscited

Lovell , Mary S.. The sound of wings. New York: Vermillion, 1989.

Szabo, Corinne. Sky Pionner. DC. Washington: National Geographic Society , 1997.

Blackman, Cally. 20th Century Fashion . 1920's 1930's. Milakawee, Wisconsin: A World of Education Group Company, 1999.

blehland

sooo how many blogs are we supposed to have??? I think blogs are dumb. Its not like we are learning anything with this thing. We are just wasting school time when I could be doing physics or studying for the TAKS tomorrow, thusday, and friday. And not any TAKS, the EXIT TAKS. So if I fail, I dont graduate. Today she said " I care about y'all", well you know what I though???? if she really cared she would leat us have some time to study and think and be focus about taks..... this suck big time. From now on I will hate and have bitter memoirs of my junior yr. all thanks to the teacher, who screams and yells like a crazy chicken about to be scalped alive -.-.... anyways heres another interesting fact I found in the internet :D
The flight to Karachi was another first...no one had previously flown non-stop from the Red Sea to India before. From Karachi the Electra flew to Calcutta on June 17... from there, on to Rangoon, Bangkok, Singapore and Bandoeng.
Monsoon weather prevented departure from Bandoeng for several days. Repairs were made on some of the "long distance" instruments which had given trouble previously. During this time Amelia had become ill with dysentery that lasted for several days.
It was June 27 before Amelia and Noonan were able to leave Bandoeng for Port Darwin, Australia. At Darwin the direction finder was repaired, and the parachutes were packed and shipped home...they would be of no value over the Pacific.
Amelia reached Lae in New Guinea on June 29. At this point they had flown 22,000 miles and there were 7,000 more to go...all over the Pacific. Amelia cabled her last commissioned article to the Herald Tribune. Photos show her looking very tired and ill during her time at Lae.
The U.S. Coast Guard cutter Itasca had been standing off Howland Island for some days to act as a radio contact for Amelia. Radio communications in the area were very poor and the Itasca was overwhelmed with commercial radio traffic that the flight had generated.
Amelia left Lae at precisely 00:00 hours Greenwich Mean Time on July 2. It is believed that the Electra was loaded with 1,000 gallons of fuel, allowing for 20-21 hours of flying.
At 07:20 hours GMT Amelia provided a positon report placing the Electra on course at some 20 miles southwest of the Nukumanu Islands. The last weather report Amelia was known to have received was before take-off. The head wind speed had increased by 10-12 mph, but it is not known if she ever received the report.
All this happen before she dissapear....

another day in the mudd....

ok, so today is a messed up schedule, and yesterday this teacher did not tell us were we were going to be, and if she did she must have said it screaming, and I always tune out when she screams, so I dont have a laptop, and no possible way to start on my presentation or even my final copy of my paper, but nooooo I cant lay my head as everyone alse does nothing. Yes I cant do nothing, I actually have to do somethihng, yes while eveyone alse does nothing. Yup, talk about injustice. Isn't that stupid??? me who is done with everything before anyone alse??? me who turns everything on time??? me who gets better grades than 90% of the class???? me?!?!?!??!?!?! it's not my problem that I cant be lazy enough to be like the rest. Anyways, me, the good girl, must continue feeding my teacher blogs, soo here are some interesting facts I found about Amelia earhart.......
Amelia decided since the next attempt would be later in the year, that it would be safer to reverse the original flight plan and fly eastwards due to weather conditions in the Caribbean and Africa.
After delivery of the rebuilt Electra, Amelia departed from Los Angeles, California for Florida on May 21, 1937.
"I have a feeling that there is just about one more good flight left in my system and I hope this trip is it. Anyway when I have finished this job, I mean to give up long-distance "stunt" flying."
On June 1, 1937 Amelia and her navigator Fred Noonan departed Miami, Florida bound for California by traveling around the world. The first destination was San Juan, Puerto Rico...from there skirting the northeast edge of South America and then on to Africa and the Red Sea.

the wind beneath my feet

I really think this is dumb. I dont have time to think about a project and all this writting when the TAKS is right next door!!!!!!!!!! it's impossible to even thnk about somethinbg alse when the exit test that decides wether you graduate or not is in 2 days. TWO DAYS!!!!!!!!!!! well anyways I'll finish my story, well I'm done, but its not all typed ( which is stupid becasue I am done, and I dont see the need to type it, since I'm done, have I mentioned I am done?!?!??!?!)
here's a preview, if you dont like it, go fornicate yourself..... >:P

Between the clouds


The day was beautiful. The grass was vibrant green, as in quenched with water. The breeze cooled the land as the golden bright sun shone with fury. The clouds gave the illusion of being freshly painted. There in the sky only dreams lay, dreams that could only be dreamed, illusions that can only be satisfied by fiction. Only then a rigid buzzing sound interrupted the calm silence. A massive metal bird flew high above the ground, giving the illusion of touching the sky. There, in a split of a second, a dream became real, and an illusion became virtuality. Planes gave wings to people with dreams. It was all men kind needed, to grow wings and soar up the sky, to feel the rush against the wind, to free themselves and fly beyond the clouds. It was the beginning of the Roaring Twenties.
“Dad, hurry up! It’s getting late. We must leave if we want front seats!” yelled Amelia to her Dad exasperated through the front door of the small white porch. She was wearing a day dress. It was creamy peach, neatly embroided in pink and blue flowers, with a blue belt around her hips, under a long lime over coat. She was wearing a cloche over her neat curls. Her skirt flutter as the breeze blew softly. It was a bright day. Everything looked alive. The clouds moved as if they breathed, the threes danced in the breeze, everything was vivid with color. The front door finally opened, and out came a mature man. He was welled dressed in a stripped shirt with plain white collar. A tweed jacket and pin-stripped pants all in a deep dark mint color. He was fit, his body was of a 30 year old, but his face contrasted his body. He had dark circles underneath his tired eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in months. His face was a field of wrinkles, his hair was badly brushed, but his smile outstood all that. As he came down the porch steps, Amelia took his hand and hold it tight. Her dad smiled as they both walked silently in the fresh grass. Their day was filled with warm memories as the smell of pine filled the air. As they walked further, Amelia locked arms with her Dad and put her had over his shoulder. It was a beautiful afternoon. Her Dad was contemplating the day and realized how fast years pass by. He still remembers her as that beautiful baby he held in his arms. That baby that brighten his life ever since. He remembers that girl who loved being outdoors, whom he played football with. But now she was an adult, no longer a baby. She was in college and very independent. But to him, in his worn out eyes, she will always be that baby. “Dad” Amelia interrupted his thoughts, “thanks for accompanying me.” She said with a wide smile. “Well I must say, I feel flatter with all this dates, but sweetheart, as hard this might sound, you must find another handsome man to take you out because my good looks are getting dull with all this sun” he responded chuckling. “Daaad!” Amelia whined jokingly. The walk and walk with the sun above their heads and the crisp grass beneath their feet, with an occasional greeting to neighbors. They came close to a stadium, with long silver bleachers. As they entered, they sat on a bleacher in the first row. As the time passed more people filled the empty spaces. “Ladies and gentle man” said a loud voice over abright yellow megaphone. “Welcome to the air circus!” as the man finished everyone stood up with cheers and applauses. They all sat down as they watch a magnificent silver plane, with its wings spread out so far apart with the promise of flying. It began to glide on the road. Then it took off as the wind embraced it. No one had ever thought flying was ever possible to men, but now in a split of a second a windowed opened and the sky was conquered. It was amazing watching as all the other planes took off and began to do tricks. It was a show in the air, and everyone could feel the ecstasy of being there. People shouted and yelled with excitement as the huge metal birds flew. As they came down, the short man came out again and said “Ladies and gentleman, thank you for coming to our amazing air circus. We enjoyed you all being here. We hope to see you very soon. And now is the time were our amazing pilots will show you even more! Just come to any airplane and they will attend and quench your curiosity.” With that said, people spread on the field towards the five planes. “Dad lets go see!” exclaimed Amelia while grabbing her dad’s arm. “I’m sorry sweetheart,” her dad said, “but I don’t think I’m up for it. It’s too wild for me. You go ahead, but be home by dinner."

and a writer is born.......

Well I've been working hard, and I think all that turning in in the computer is dumb, and all that printing is stupid. If she has no time to print it for us, what makes her think other teachers will??? And as we know not everyone has money to buy a computer, much less aprinter. I have no time to go to the library. I have no car to go there, and no one to take me there. I seriously am against all this. I think we shouldnt fail just because you dont have a laptop. I have two hands and a brain that know how to write. I can wite in paper. I dont need no computer to check my errors, no computer to spoil me on how to write a sentence. I can write a great paper in paper just as great as in a computer. I'm really working my butt off, trying to find ways to post a blog, I dont even write blogs!!!!!!!!!! anyways just to show off my writting skill here is my future introduction for my paper. Yes I will use it, and if I get lower than a 100 I will cut off my hands and slap whoever gives me that grade.

The day was beautiful. The grass was vibrant green, as in quenched with water. The breeze cooled the land as the golden bright sun shone with fury. The clouds gave the illusion of being freshly painted. There in the sky only dreams lay, dreams that can only be dreamed, illusions that can only be satisfied by fiction. Only then a rigid buzzing sound interrupted the calm silence. A massive metal bird flew high above the ground, giving the illusion of touching the sky. There, in a split of a second, a dream became real, and an illusion became virtual. Planes gave wings to people with dreams.

an evening under the clouds.........

I've learned a lot throught this 2 weeks. Many things that I will always treasue in my heart. The passion Amelia Earhart had will always illuminate my path, with choices and decisions I never saw before. Now I know for sure I can do anything my mind, heart and soul desires. Yes I can and I will succed. Even though Amelia Earhart was never found, she still roams this earth giving everyone and anyone hope of reaching goals to the maxium! I just love history !!! Amelia Earhart has really help me understand why doing what looks impossible is possible. Mostly when you know deep in your heart that you can do it. When 10-year-old Amelia Mary Earhart saw her first plane at a state fair, she was not impressed. "It was a thing of rusty wire and wood and looked not at all interesting," she said. It wasn't until Earhart attended a stunt-flying exhibition, almost a decade later, that she became seriously interested in aviation. A pilot spotted Earhart and her friend, who were watching from an isolated clearing, and dove at them. "I am sure he said to himself, 'Watch me make them scamper,'" she said. Earhart, who felt a mixture of fear and pleasure, stood her ground. As the plane swooped by, something inside her awakened. "I did not understand it at the time," she said, "but I believe that little red airplane said something to me as it swished by." On December 28, 1920, pilot Frank Hawks gave her a ride that would forever change her life. "By the time I had got two or three hundred feet off the ground," she said, "I knew I had to fly." Her Story to me is still an inspiration to me !!!!!!!!!!!!

cookie????

Well I'm really lost. So lost I'm falling asleeeeeeep!!! this really sucks. I have to write a blog. Then do a taks vocabulary thingy. Then I have to start an outline... Then magically do a brain pot. I must have everything done by the end of the class period. How much does this sucks?!?!?!?!?! a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I think I have some quizes to make up... well well well... If it weren't for soo much work... maybe I'll consantrate better... most probably yes. Anyways.... I'm really behind. Really really behind. And the outline is dumb. She's not even explaining what the heck the outline means. What kind of teaching is that???? but no, I cant question her because we are in highschool and wont survive in college. I'm telling you, once you're in college things change. A lot. But she does'nt get it and neither do we. So this class is focus on confusionism. Yes confusionism. That's really sad. Anyways, Amelia Earhart was a brave woman that if she was still alive, she would stand up to all this confusionism and will stop all this nonsense! yes NONSENSE!!!!!! but enough, I must get back to work, blogs are dumb, have you notice no one reads them but her???? shhhhhh.... anyways, my progress have been slooooooooooooooow, but I'll get there. Oh and I must do a presentation too... and I have no computer, so I dont know what to do. And that my sweet audience ( which I bet you're a looooooser who is thinking about what kind of underwear I wear... I have an eye on you -.-) is how the cookie crumbles... mmmmmmmmmmmm cookie... I should brive mrs fooks with cookies... I'll take her to...ummm... tooo.... COOOKIE LAND!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D