...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

a lost soul...

I might just turn into a pilot and soar high in the air. I really love how she succeeded with such honors. I feel her success, her failures. I really enjoying her triumphs, and her highs and lows. She sounds like a lovely person, with a huge personality. I think its amazing what a person with a goal can do. It makes me feel and know that I can to do the same.
A rescue attempt commenced immediately and became the most extensive air and sea search in naval history thus far. On July 19, after spending $4 million and scouring 250,000 square miles of ocean, the United States government reluctantly called off the operation. In 1938, a lighthouse was constructed on Howland Island in her memory. Today, though many theories exist, there is no proof of her fate. There is no doubt, however, that the world will always remember Amelia Earhart for her courage, vision, and groundbreaking achievements, both in aviation and for women. In a letter to her husband, written in case a dangerous flight proved to be her last, this brave spirit was evident. "Please know I am quite aware of the hazards," she said. "I want to do it because I want to do it. Women must try to do things as men have tried. When they fail, their failure must be but a challenge to others."
this demonstrates that everyone really cared and knew they had lost a great wonder in the world. I think that was really special, and it was what dishtingish her frm the rest of the world.

into the ocean ... and over the sky....

yeah I'm tyoing a lot... and still I dont know how to write my paper. I'm starting to really admire Amelia Earhart. I don't consider myself as a feminist, but I'm really proud of all the accomplishments she made. If I were a feminist she'll be my role model. I think it's really strange how she dissapear... but I guess that happens.

In 1937, as Earhart neared her 40th birthday, she was ready for a monumental, and final, challenge. She wanted to be the first woman to fly around the world. Despite a botched attempt in March that severely damaged her plane, a determined Earhart had the twin engine Lockheed Electra rebuilt. "I have a feeling that there is just about one more good flight left in my system, and I hope this trip is it," she said. On June 1st, Earhart and her navigator Fred Noonan departed from Miami and began the 29,000-mile journey. By June 29, when they landed in Lae, New Guinea, all but 7,000 miles had been completed. Frequently inaccurate maps had made navigation difficult for Noonan, and their next hop--to Howland Island--was by far the most challenging. Located 2,556 miles from Lae in the mid-Pacific, Howland Island is a mile and a half long and a half mile wide. Every unessential item was removed from the plane to make room for additional fuel, which gave Earhart approximately 274 extra miles. The U.S. Coast Guard cutter Itasca, their radio contact, was stationed just offshore. Three other U.S. ships, ordered to burn every light on board, were positioned along the flight route as markers. "Howland is such a small spot in the Pacific that every aid to locating it must be available," Earhart said.

All of that happen when she made her "last" trip.. who knew it was really her last one....

another tragic tale

I really enjoying reading about amelia Earhart... bUt I don't know how to write my story. Maybe I should make it romantic... amybe tragic... or make her look strong...maybe write it from her point of view... or her husband's point of view... I just don't know... but I'll get it later on. Right now I'm trying to catch up with the days I was absent.... :D

In 1937, as Earhart neared her 40th birthday, she was ready for a monumental, and final, challenge. She wanted to be the first woman to fly around the world. Despite a botched attempt in March that severely damaged her plane, a determined Earhart had the twin engine Lockheed Electra rebuilt. "I have a feeling that there is just about one more good flight left in my system, and I hope this trip is it," she said. On June 1st, Earhart and her navigator Fred Noonan departed from Miami and began the 29,000-mile journey. By June 29, when they landed in Lae, New Guinea, all but 7,000 miles had been completed. Frequently inaccurate maps had made navigation difficult for Noonan, and their next hop--to Howland Island--was by far the most challenging. Located 2,556 miles from Lae in the mid-Pacific, Howland Island is a mile and a half long and a half mile wide. Every unessential item was removed from the plane to make room for additional fuel, which gave Earhart approximately 274 extra miles. The U.S. Coast Guard cutter Itasca, their radio contact, was stationed just offshore. Three other U.S. ships, ordered to burn every light on board, were positioned along the flight route as markers. "Howland is such a small spot in the Pacific that every aid to locating it must be available," Earhart said.

this is before she dissapear, I think it's very weird how she dissapear out no where... maybe it was a conspiracy... maybe.....

I'm back from a looooooong ride..... :D

Amelia earhart had made a lot of things trought out life. She broke records, lived life, she made everyting she thought she will never do. She married a divorced guy and lived very happy. She had everything, fame, power, money. She was very beautiful and was really strong... she really was bold, and very out rageous.
This will be the first paragraph I'll use.... I think... I got it from a book called " aviators"

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."

But I'm not sure if to use it or not.... well I need to catch up ... or die...

bleeding...... (continued)

yes I've been fratically looking for ways to do my work as painful as possible, but its really hard :(
well I'm going to the library to check out a book about amelia earhart... WOOOT WOOOT!!!!!!!!!

this I got from a book I really liked about her....

In the years that followed, Earhart continued to break records. On January 11, 1935, she became the first person to fly solo across the Pacific from Honolulu to Oakland, California. Chilled during the 2,408-mile flight, she unpacked a thermos of hot chocolate. "Indeed," she said, "that was the most interesting cup of chocolate I have ever had, sitting up eight thousand feet over the middle of the Pacific Ocean, quite alone." Later that year she was the first to solo from Mexico City to Newark. A large crowd "overflowed the field," and rushed Earhart's plane. "I was rescued from my plane by husky policemen," she said, "one of whom in the ensuing melee took possession of my right arm and another of my left leg." The officers headed for a police car, but chose different routes. "The arm-holder started to go one way, while he who clasped my leg set out in the opposite direction. The result provided the victim with a fleeting taste of the tortures of the rack. But, at that," she said good-naturedly, "It was fine to be home again."

I don't know if to use it or not.... maybe not.....

the bleeding is just begening T.T!

Well I got books about the 1920's, and sites too, and about Amelia Earhart too....But I'm missing a book of Amelia Earhart, which I have not found in the school's library....which totally sucks!!!!! :( me very depressed now! I must start reading about her if I want to start to write the story I want. But I can't.... and I cant go to the public library because I'm getting ready to go to Galveston...soo I'll be gone Thursday and Friday....and the weekend too. So that kind off takes all the pressure out...yes I'm being sarcastic. All I need to know about her is when did she first flew....when????.....hmmmmmm....... I think I might make the setting around the mid '20's..... because she set record in 1928....soo there fore she must have began before that time....duh.... sooo I just have to find the exact date...and I'll reenact it on my paper.... maybe I'll add some romance...but she got married later on...and I dont think I'll want to extend my paper that far.... because I know then my paper will become tacky and unprofessional. Well I hope I got 20 lines...because if I don't..... I will brake this desktop to atoms...and thats not a threat....that's a warning -.- !!!!!

today starts my misery

this are some sites I found about life in the 1920's
http://www.fashion-era.com/1920s/index.htm

http://www.vintageblues.com/history2.htm

http://www.rambova.com/fashion/fash4.html

http://www.fashion-era.com/flapper_fashion_1920s.htm

http://www.1920-30.com/fashion/

this sites are from the 1930's

http://www.fashion-era.com/1930s/1930_april_good_housekeeping_3.htm

http://www.just-the-swing.com/liv/dressing/womens-fashion/wf-1930s

http://www.sensibility.com/vintageimages/1930s/

this sites will help me see the world amelia earhart was in. The wonderful world of the 1920's through the 1930's. Well hopefully I do everything right. I'm going to go to the library, the public one and check out books, more books :DDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My research paper.....

my research paper will be about

Amelia Earheart:
http://www.acepilots.com/earhart.html
this site describes her childhood, her life, her accomplishemts and more. It has pictures and a lot of information about her and her life.

http://www.ellensplace.net/ae_celb.html
this site describes the romance beteween Amelia and George Putman. Back then this was a nation wide gossip, between this two famous people. It give info and describes how this affected people and probably the world too.

http://www.incwell.com/Biographies/Earhart.html
this site is a biography of her childhood. It describes how she liveed, her parents, and wht she did. this gives a lot of information about her life and how it affected her throught her life.

http://www.u-s-history.com/pages/h1658.html
this site has more details of her life, news, and other details. It gives more info how she impacted the world and the woman rights movement.

http://www.1920-30.com/
this site gives the view of what was in the 1920;s like. It describes and gives information about this period of time.

Have you ever written a research paper? Yes a loooooooooong time ago. well I think in every class there had a been biiiiiig project which involved a lot of writting, so this is very dumb for me to do....but whatever. If so, what was the paper about? It was about Harry potter, then the Hobbit, then about my dream house, then about Oprah, then about the inventor of Basketball, which I totally forgot his name, lucky me, but yeah I have written like a hobo for a penny.... What was the easiest part about writing the paper? There is no easy part unless you have someone else do it for you, which sadly is never me, because I'm always the one who writtes it for them. Not because I want to, but because I have to, since I want to pass, I must do it for the sake of passing. What was the hardest part? Me always have to write it, no matter what happens, my whole family can die and I still have to writte it. Its pathetic I say, but what ever, someone has to write it, right? and who better than me???? What do you think is going to be the greatest challenge in writing this research paper? I really dont think its gonna be a challenge, but a pain in the butt. I mean my laptop got brutally broken, and I'm being bruttally charged for it, soo I'm brutally handicap without it. I dont know how I'm gonna do it this time....... which sucks big time.... How are you going to overcome that obstacle? Well first of all I will writte and writte until the period is over, because its all the time I have, :( (sad face) What do you think you will learn by writing this research paper? nothing that I will remember, besides the injustice of my life. I think research papers are bs......... big stuff.... ;D

another blog...

I totally Agree that life can be that way. I really wish I could go back in time and make myself better. Blogging can help view my point of views and present what I have in mind. I hope I really get thourgh life and make it worth living. I like the way the 1990's were back then. Mazing people lived and went to school just like me. If I had a second chance I would be born in 1900's so I would find a new way of living. I like how back then life was full of new things and exciting new stuff. Like movies, technology, school, college, home, family, work.... all that and much much more!!! soo life now is different, but I wish we were just like them, soo that way maybe just maybe we would have a better view of waht life is really about, no matter how much it takes to change it it could turn out great!!!! Very exciting new things can history provide us but there is no such thing as a day not to remember, because everyday is a new day!!!!

revising history....in English

well today I learned a lot about history. Like that aviator who flew an airplaine in the 1900's... amazing... well thats awesome. She was the first woman and all that. I wish I could be and do that cuz that would be amazing!!! Sometimes I wish that I would fly a plane becasue it sounds like fredom. I like to feel like a bird and I bet that was what she felt. That sooo neat. I learned about Helen and how much she accomplished. Even though she was blind she really became something and someone. How neat history can be! She not only defied the odds of a blind, deaf person becoming a phenomenon and cahnging the world, but she really trully shined trhought the world. Now everyone knows about this woman who trully became what no other human being thought it could!!!!!!!!

history in english

umm...my opinion is that history is around us. ummm.... we learn history through english. Like cause and effect, old literature, and other stuff. I wouldn't mind to learn more about us History because its history that keeps life life. I like history. I cant say the last time I heard about us history. History is really cool and fills my life with hope for the future. My favorite period is the 1900's because great things happend. Mostly their way of dressing and living, soo careless. I wish I could go to tht period of time and be like them. Yes to those dresses and those ideas about the life and how to live it. I hope life gets better. I love old movies, like gone with the wind, and who can forget those silent movies. wow soo many things! I love US history. I remember when I was in middle school and got 100's in that class. English has thought me a lot of history to. Like old literature about what presidents have written . This is a wonderfull life! Movies have to be written first, so that's another way english can teach History. Usa has a lot of literature trhought the years. It has thought us a lot of things. Us history has to be written, so thats another way of english teaching history. So if you want to learn about US history, then you must learn english and read it. Because that is the only way of learning US history!