Occupations/Schools: Langley Middle School
What attracted you to this project?
Mr. Berquist
What hobbies and interests do you have?
My hobbies are that I like to play sports.
What image do you have of pioneer living?
Horses, Log Cabins, can of beans
What's the most challenging thing you and your family (or group) have experienced?
Moving from Japan to America, We had to leave a lot of our good friends
If you were chosen what do you think you would most miss about modern life?
Definitely the technology to make everything easier. Transportation, food, and video games.
What qualities do you and your family have that make you suited to this experience?
My family is willing to learn and experience the way of living in the 1800's.
What skills do you have that may help you?
I have skills of cooking in the wilderness.
What would you hope to get out of the experience?
I hope to get to know myself better. To be a changed person.
What do you think will be the most difficult challenge of pioneer life?
Definitely all the technology in our lives to help us do every day tasks.
What skills would you like to learn from the experience?
Wood cutting, building, animals
We'd like you to tell us:
What interests you about this project?
The opportunity to go back in time to the 1800's.
Do you have any concerns about your participation?
No.
How much do you know about your family history -- do you have pioneer roots?
I do not no much about my family history.
How did you hear about Frontier House?
My 8th grade English Class.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Fronteir House
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Trashketball
Today, we played trashketball. It was one of the most amazing, intense and super-duper game in trashketball history. The game was really intense. In the very beginning my team got probation because I was talking. That sucked because we could not answer the first three questions, which we all knew what the answer was. Anyways, we got off probation, thankfully, and we were in the game. Through the whole game it seemed like one team was in the lead the whole time. One of the music trivia was a Whitney Houston song. Isaac thought that the song was by Paula Abdul. We were totally wrong. A lot of other groups tried guessing who the singer was. No one got it right. Anyways, Group #3 was doing really good because Jack hit the trash can, then rolled a high number. Then he hit the trash can again to get a really good score. Our team, Group 5, got a question right, and I wanted to throw the ball, so my team let me. I thought that I had to make it up to my team because I got my team a probation, so I really wanted to get points up. Of course I hit the trash can, which I've never done, then I rolled the die and got one. That sucked. I had to hit it again. I did! I was really happy. At the end, our team went into the final round in a three way tie for last place. When our team was up to throw, Group 1 was in the lead. Ellie went up to throw, (dramatic pause), then she threw the ball and it hit the trash can! We were tied for 1st. The last team to throw couldn't hit or sink the ball into the trash can. It was a sudden death to determine the winner. After maybe 10 minnutes of Group 1 and my Group throwing, no one could hit the can. It was an epic game, as Kellen would say.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Intimate Poem
Dear Maia,
Do you remember when we would laugh
at the funny faces I would make?
Just like the time I would squish up my face
to make me look like an old person?
Or when you tried to make a funny face yourself?
That was the shiz.
Or the time I got hurt
and Hayden pretended to feed me
like an infant (breast feeding)?
Ahhhh, Those were the times.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Sorry poem
I'm sorry for being so beautiful
I really feel bad,
for those who are not gifted by god
to look so beautiful
I know you think,
that I am as good looking as a sunrising
in an Urban city
just to let you know,
I have no face
That might be a problem,
I guess we can just imagine...
Monday, March 2, 2009
What am I poem
I am sometimes
blank as snow.
I am sometimes
filled with imagination.
I have had things erased from me,
from my memory.
What am I?
Piece of Paper