=INTERNATIONAL DAY 2013=

I'm sure I wrote about International Day last year so if you don't know what it is please click here. 

Due to bad weather it was a little bit different this year, but it was still very fun.

In art class my friends and I got in trouble for using my iPad in class... We were drawing flags on our faces and I got it confiscated for a couple of minutes. I drew this really creepy thing and left it in the art class. 

Hot lunch was cancelled so all of us went around different areas of the school to try food from different countries. Luckily there was a stall with Indian food. Yasmin and I got everything there was. 

This is Yasmin with the Egyptian flag on one cheek and the English flag on the other. We also drew the AUM and the Indian flag on out hands!

A big shout-out to the Indian girls who were there! You are all awesome!!!

We didn't go to our next class and spent another 40 minutes outside. It was a lot of fun!

After school Franny, Marina, Yasmin and I had a very interesting talk. 

I love you guys! <3

Trapped

Today I had this very interesting thought that wouldn't let me stop thinking throughout the whole day. I felt as if the world I live in was a box and I was trapped in it. I felt like I didn't belong in this world and that I need to go somewhere else... 

Also I'm thinking of joining the church choir. No! Not the one in the Lutheran Church (for obvious reasons)... This evening I listened to Orthodox Church choirs. That music is just beautiful!!! 

Procrastination here!

Hey! Today I met my old friend Procrastination! She's such a kutiya!
I have an English test tomorrow and an English assignment and another English test on Thursday. Have I done anything? No... Instead of doing my assignment I wrote an essay about tolerance... What a nice way of procrastinating!
(Also I played with Siri for a while)

I found something!!!

Today I decided to write something again.
(Good job, Sonya! You have an English assignment due the day after tomorrow that you haven't even started! And you want to get an A in your marking period? Of course, you will!)
For inspiration I found some of my old stories and essays on my computer. I also took my old laptop that I forgot about and looked at some pieces of writing I did in 5th and 6th Grade. To my surprise I realised that I still have some of my old essays and writing assignments that I thought were good. They turned out to be horrible.... And I blamed my teacher for giving me a B-...? If I were her I would have given myself something bellow a D.
After reading my essays I started reading my creative writing stories. Holy crap those are scary! If I didn't know I wrote that I would have thought that the child who wrote that had issues! Just listen to this:
"You remember the day you left home. It was a cold November night when winter comes to power and plays with her white scarf, causing storms and hurricanes. Her hand reaches out for you to take you to a place where you feel like you’re on the other side of the mirror. You left the people you loved to love another place, without fighting.
One more sound and the ice will crack. There’s sadness in those eyes. You feel like they’re asking for something. The creature looks like an innocent child, looking for a place to hide from the big world. You think of kissing it, imagining how your lips would unite in an alliance of love. You reach out to grab the creature’s arm, but it disappears, leaving nothing behind. You turn around and find it behind you with its eyes wider than usual. It takes your arm and pulls you up."

What the hell was I thinking of back then?
My writing skills are very good, actually! How did I come up with all this stuff about winter's white scarf and the other side of the mirror? I like it, but it's just... So creepy and random!
I also realised another thing about my writing. I come up with such random names! Now I would never write a story about someone called Madeleine...
Before I had so many big writing projects. I started writing a story in 6th grade and I haven't finished it. I can't remember how I wanted to end it! It's a story about a girl who hit her head during a fire and lost her memory. She was called Sophie before and now, since she couldn't remember her name, she is called Amanda (random names strike again!). She goes back to school discovering that everyone is in love with her old self, but she doesn't remember being the girl she was before the accident. (Such a cool story line!) Here's a fragment from it:
"“Tell me more about Sophie,” I asked Lena. “I don’t remember myself being Sophie.”
            “What do you want to know about her?” Lena responded.
            “What did she like, for example,” I answered.
            “She liked to think,” Lena said, thoughtfully. “She liked to think about how things work not only in machines, but in life. She even found an answer to the hardest question in the world: What’s the purpose of living. Sophie was clever – wise. We would sometimes come to her and ask what to do. She solved our problems. She was a psychologist for all of us. Everyone liked her.”
            I thought about what Lena had told me about Sophie. It was like she was talking about someone else, not me. I’m not wise. I can’t solve problems like a psychologist. I wished I could.            “I feel sorry for myself now, really,” I pronounced my thought out loud. “I’m not like Sophie now. When I lost my memory I think I lost my wisdom too.”
            “I feel sorry for you too,” Lena replied. “You would just sit there, look at the fire and say something that would touch my heart, that would make my eyes water. You loved to look at the fire then, look at those flames disappear into the air. It made me feel joyful, but also jealous. I thought why you chose Liz to be your best friend. Why wasn’t I your favourite?”"
In fifth grade I was more into writing dialogues. Reading it, I realised that I haven't used the word "said" once. Here's an example (some more random names!):
""I'm not a little girl like you, Sue. I think I have a better idea," she whispered. "It's private. Up to my room."
The children ran to Susan's room quickly. Susan locked the door, so nobody could get through.
"Do you know, what Mum locked in the bottom floor and why?" she asked in a low whisper.
"I really want to know," Sue whispered back."Let's go to the bottom floor and see," Susan suggested.
"When?" Andrew asked. "Aunt Katy and Steffanie are always in the house."
"Not all the time," began the girl. "When Mum's away and Steffanie's at her friends' we can go down there and nobody would see us.""
In fifth grade I thought my grammar skills were good too. Nope!

I hope you enjoyed reading some of my old stories as much as I did. So the morals (I learned) are:
1. Don't blame your English teacher for giving you a bad grade! You deserve it! She knows better!
2. Read what you wrote from someone else's point of view before saying that it's amazing!
3. Don't be afraid to change your writing style!
4. Writing in first person and in past tense is too easy (and too mainstream)!
5. Avoid the word "said" when writing dialogues (because it's too mainstream)!
(6. Use random names..... No... Don't, actually... Random names are random... Don't use names...)

Facebook!

I just created a page for "The Faith of the World". I would really appreciate it if you share it with your friends!
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Faith-of-the-World/

Going to church

This morning I woke up at about nine because I was going to go to church.
I decided to go to the Lutheran church in the old town. I wouldn't say I live close to it, but I somehow managed to get there in 15 mins. I was a little bit late so I tried to sneak in without being noticed. Instead I made a whole lot of noise slamming the door behind me.....
So there I was, standing with enthusiastic people singing around me. I was kind of lost, not knowing what to do so I decided to take notes about how the church was organized. Then everyone sat down and the priest started taking about peace in the world and morals quoting the bible. After that he announced those who couldn't be there due to being sick or injured. He also talked about those whose birthday it is this week.... And guess what...........
At the end there was bread and wine and people went up to the priest to eat and drink it. I just sat there like "what am I supposed to do?". When everything was over many people went downstairs. I was curious to see what was going on.
I decided to interview a member of the church. And guess who it ended up being...........

Too bad Yasmin couldn't come to the Orthodox Church with me. The ceremony was beautiful. I really want to join the church choir now.
Happy Easter! Christ has risen!

Messages...

So today Yasmin spas to stay at home and school was a bit more boring than usual. I was on Facebook for the whole day talking to her and "delivering" her messages to others. Most of them were addressed to Mrs Manchala.... Basically, at home Yasmin was "using her time wisely to brush up on her Hindi". Zoum! Congratulations to her! Now she knows what "mera nam Yasmin hai" means....
I can't wait till Sunday! It's going to be Easter! It's a very important event for the The Faith of the World project! Yasmin and I are going to the Russian Orthodox Church here in town. For once I'm actually looking forward to going to a church.