A+

Yaaaa!!  I got a A+ on my biology test.  The truth be told, I got a little help with one of the questions.  No, not quite "help", more like a hint.  : p  Anyway, I pasted with flying colors.  I'm so happy. :D

Have a blessed day
Morgan J  (hay that rhymes) :o)

An Old Story - Pursuit of Light

I just wanted to post this short story I wrote a year ago.  I am not positive about the title, so far it's called Pursuit of Light, but that is subjected to change.  If you find any errors or have any advise pleases tell me.  Now, here it is . .  .

Pursuit of Light


It was dark beneath the trees, the thick foliage obscured the light that otherwise would have filled the dark recesses of the woods.  The only trace of light you could see down there under the trees was a lighter shade of green in the canopy above you.  At one giant tree especially you could almost imagine that there was a ray of light at the top.  At the base of the mighty tree stood a little girl who's clause looked shabby and dark in the gloomy half twilight.  The little girl stood looking up at the lowest limb, and mentally fingering the best way to get up to it.  Finally, taking a few steps back, she took a small rope from her shoulder and tying a big knot in one end, took another step back and tossed the knotted end over the first branch.  Getting a firm grip on both ends of the rope, the little girl began to clime the tree.  The base of the old tree was wide and easy to wake up and the first branch was low on the truck, so the girl had little trouble getting up to it.  As the girl poled her self onto the large branch the wind suddenly rose in the tree tops, and for an instant the branch on which she sat was speckled with dotes of golden sun light.  The girl sat there gazing up at the shifting rays of bright sun light shooting down through the dense gloom of the forest.  Then they were gone, the wind died down and the forest was as dark and gloomy as it had been before.  But for the girl it was more so, she had caught a glimpse of the light and now the forest was darker and the atmosphere was closer then it had been a minute ago.  After the last rays disappeared, the girl looked hurriedly around for the next branch on her way up.  But it was more difficult to find a way up this time, the trunk of the tree went straight up from were she sat and the second branch was much higher then the first had been when she was on the ground.  The little girl tried to through the noted end of her rope over the second branch like she had done with the first.  But while she was sitting astride the limb with her feet braised against the trunk if the tree to steady her self, she could not get the momentum she needed for her rope to clear the branch above her.  Slowly and cautiously the girl polled her feet up underneath her.  Then just as slowly and cautiously she stood up, holding tight to the truck of the tree to keep from falling.  After a few minutes she got up enough courage to try another through at the second branch.  So, balancing gingerly on the branch, with one hand on the truck, she tossed the rope over the branch.  But unfortunately her rope was not long enough, and though the knotted end made it over the branch, she could not reach it, and she could see that even if she through the rope again she could not have made it reach.  So absorbed was she, trying to figure another way up that she did not notes the young man standing under her branch, watching her.  He was tall and though he wasn't hansom, he had a nice face that always looked ready to smile.  Seeing that the girl wanted to get higher but couldn't because her rope was to short.  He called up to her, offering to help, he had a larger rope then the one she had and he would be happy to give her his.  The little girl was delighted, now she would be able to get all the way to the top.  After she had failed to get to the second branch, she had been afraid that she would be stuck on the first branch, with out a chance of getting higher.  The young man took his rope from his shoulder, and reaching back, tossed the coil up to the girl.  She caught it easily and immediately unwound it and repeated the same proses she had just tried.  This time the rope was long enough, it settled over the limb easily.  Then grabbing both ends, she called her thanks down to the young man on the ground and started up again. 
             The shabby, dirty little girl climbed higher and higher.  Several times she was almost forced to give up, but she purity on.  Meany times she narrowly mist falling, but she saved her self by clutching to the rope.  Finally she came to the top,she scrambled up the last branch, and pushed aside the leaves.  The light pored down, covering the little girl in worm golden light, in that light every thing changed, the branch she was sitting on, which at first had looked dull and uninteresting; now shown rich golden brown, every crack and crevice was reviled every inch worm and ant was clear to see.  The little girl's clause, which had before looked dirty and shabby now were shining, white and gold.  The girl sat bathing in the worm golden rays, completely happy, she had reached the light at last.

A Random Topic

I know I haven't written in a while so I'll just through this post out there.  Alright, some of you may know that my family has a garden every year, well last year my sister planted gourds, and this summer what looked liked some sort of gourdish-squashish sort of plant came up next to two big hay bails that we have near the barn.  Of course since no one had planted it we were all curious to see what sort of fruit it would produce.  But as time went on it only got bigger and bigger, and still there was no fruit, not even flowers.  Now it has grown till it covers those two hay bails, as well as the ground between them and the barn.  It did eventually come out with flowers, but its funny, these flowers only bloom at night, and by sun rise they have all wilted.  We now think it must be a kind of high-breed gourd, some thing that can't produce fruit.  The plat its still going strong, even now, and I kinda want it to come back next year, it has been fun watching its progress. 


Have a blessed day, and until I write again good-by.

I Love School!

School really started this week.  Yaaaaa!!!  Ok, I'm done, it's just that I really like school, and I'm not kidding.  I'm the sort of person who looks back at my day almost every night to see if I accomplished something worth-while.  When summer vacation came along at first I enjoyed having no school work, but after a month it began to ware on me.  My days weren't satisfying, almost every night I would look at the day and it felt like I had wasted it.  Pretty soon it got so bad at I couldn't set my mind to anything, I was irritable and dissatisfied, I couldn't even start on my school work early.  Also, things happened that delayed us starting school back up again, but now we're good.  I've got Biology this year, and a new English book (if my sister ever finds it again).  I love all my subjects, math is the hardest but that's because I haven't been doing it all summer.  Oh, and I'm tacking a half semester in Logic, it's pretty easy right now, but then again I've only got to the second chapter. ♥ (o:

Have a blessed day
Morgan J

My memories of 9-11-01

I wrote this last year, on the 8th anniversary of 9-11.  It's my memories of that day back in 2001, I was only five when this all happened.  I'm still not sure what to call this.  So far its just under "9-11".  Now here it is . . .

I was too little to understand, when my mom turned on the TV and I saw a tower burning.  I thought it was a movie.  I was too little to understand, when my mom started crying.  I thought she was crying about the tower.  She had been there once and she wanted us to go some day.  "This shouldn't have happened, it was a nice tower", was my only thought right then.  It never occurred to me there were people in that building. 

Then the second plane hit.

I didn't know what to do, I couldn't go back drawing.  At first it had been interesting, with the big explosion when the plane hit, but it had all died down now.  It was getting kind of boring just watching the towers smoke. 

Then one of the towers fell.

Momma said something about all those people in the tower.  Then I know I couldn't go back to drawing, it wouldn't be right some how.  At lest not right now.  So I sat on the couch and watched. 

And the last tower fell. 

"All over", I thought, "no one could live under all that".  It still didn't touch me.  I never felt horrified, or angry, or even sad, about all the people lost.  I was a little sad, because Momma was sad.  But I thought the whole time that it was the buildings she was sad about.  It wasn't till years later that I understood.

Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise his Name, I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

Balloons!!!!

Well the worms may not have gone over as well as hoped for, but me and my older sister had another idea while we were decorating the kitchen.  We (I really mean I) blow up two big trash bags full of balloons, and got a headache while doing it.  Someone should put a warning on the balloons: when blowing up a large number of balloons use cation, side affects may occur, headaches, blurred vision, general lack of oxygen.  Anyway, back to the story, we waited till after super and Wyatt (my little brother) was playing in the living-room.  Me and my older sister each had a bag, and at the same time we both dumped our balloons on him.  Well things progressed after that, to a family wide balloon fight.  That was probable the funnest part of the day, everyone enjoyed it, even the dog, she got to pop one or two. (o: 

So much for the Worms.

Well I gave Wyatt his worms and dirt in a pot, but he wasn't really impressed.  In fact, he didn't like them and said so.  He refused to eat any of the gummy worms, even after we (other siblings) showed him by eating them, that the worms weren't real.  Finally, we gave up, he would try them eventually, he did several hours later.  And I am happy to report, almost all the worms have been dug out and eaten, despite my constant efforts to keep it stocked. (o:

Happy Birthday!

Today my little brothers birthday.  He has turned into a big boy of five.  A few weeks ago, I told him I was going to get him a pot of worms for his birthday, and he didn't believe me.  But now I've come through, and I've just told him that when he wakes up from his nap I'm going to give him his pot of worms.  For some strange resin Wyatt is not excited, he doesn't seem to want his worms, but don't worry he will like them when he sees them. 

P.S.  Just to let you all know, so you don't think I'm a terrible sister or something.  I have a pot filed with crushed Oriels and gummy worms.  It actually looks purity good. (o:

Finished

Just to let you know, I finished Reilly's Luck to day, all 229 pages.  It was purity good, easy to read, and had a good end.  All good books must have a good ending, except, maybe, a really really good book, like The Last Of The Mohicans.  Anyway, I probably would have finished Reilly's Luck sooner, but Friday and Saturday, things were rather busy, and I didn't get around to reading it.  So I had to finish it to day. 
Right now I debating what to read next, I have five new World War II books from the library, and three more Louis L'Amour books also from the library.  I've already started, one of the WWII books, I might finish that one before starting any more.  Yaa, that sounds good, I probably do that.  But knowing me, I wouldn't count on it.

A Verse from Proverbs

I have been thinking on this one verse for several weeks now. and I hope you all get something from it.  

Proverbs 29:11 says
"A foolish person lets his anger run wild. But a wise person keeps himself under control." 

In another version it says, 

"A fool uttereth all his mind: but a wise man keepeth it in till afterwards".  

Louis L'Amour

I started a Louis L'Amour book to day and I'm almost done with it already. It's called Reilly's Luck, and there are 229 pages in it. As yet I haven't figured out why it's called Reilly's Luck, because he's not the main character, and he ends up dieing 1/3 of the way through the book (some luck). Anyway, I like it so far, it's really interesting. Louis L'Amour is arguably my favorite author, I've read around 100 of his short stories, and 10 or 20 of his novels. He wrote mostly westerns, but he did write at lest one historical fiction, and a sy fy novel. I believe he wrote some poetry to, but I haven't read any.