Dust Bowl
I am consumed by the Great Depression. I suppose that this a good thing, considering I need to be writing a research paper on a related topic. I went to the tiers tonight to find an article in the Time Magazine stuff. I read a sweet article from 1930 about when the House of David in Benton Harbor split and Queen Mary Purnell walked to her new place to live after King Benjamin died. Craaaaaaazy. I was real excited to read it, especially after I did that project with Jen for APUSH sophomore year. That was a fab project. He gave us a B+ but I fought it and he raised it to an A- which, you know, is sweet. (Jen--remember when we spent that one entire day making lemon merengue pie for our presentation? Hahaha.) I seriously think I'm starting to favor my History major over my English major. Is it bad that I like one more than the other? It's kind of like saying you love one of your children more, isn't it? I don't know. I just feel that, if I do like History more, what can I do with that for a career? I'm hunting for applicable summer jobs and internships. Half-heartedly, you know. I have other things to do before I can completely dedicate to searching. *sigh*
I was going to stray from my History discussion, but then I remembered something really sweet. See, my grandma is the youngest of 12 children. She was born in 1938 and therefore doesn't remember the Depression basically at all. My paper topic is about children growing up in Michigan during the Great Depression. But her brother, my Great Uncle Matt, was born in 1923 and is chilling out in California and is expecting my phone call one of these days to talk about his childhood. I'm pretty excited about it. I am not exaggerating. My grandma was trying to remember if she remembered the Depression at all, but she was describing crazy air raid stuff from when she was little during WWII. I was real impressed. I hope that, when I visit next, they'll have a bunch of their old stuff available for me to look at. That'd be sweet.
I've been neglecting my camera. It's real sad because it sits in my closet, taunting me. I really want to just wander around and shoot, but I don't even have time for that. I don't want to stage things, I just want to find stuff. *sigh* You know. I've talked about this kind of thing 800 million times before. You're sick of it. You want me to move on. Too bad, kids. I can't. :o) I'm addicted.
Ok...I should maybe go to bed because it's become one of those nights in which I can't really focus at all and I can't sit still and I just want to sleep. Oh, p.s. I've started a new campaign for myself. I make sure that I wake up ready to have a good day every morning. It's been helping these last few days, so we'll see how it continues. Leave a comment or something, ok? Ok.
-E
I was going to stray from my History discussion, but then I remembered something really sweet. See, my grandma is the youngest of 12 children. She was born in 1938 and therefore doesn't remember the Depression basically at all. My paper topic is about children growing up in Michigan during the Great Depression. But her brother, my Great Uncle Matt, was born in 1923 and is chilling out in California and is expecting my phone call one of these days to talk about his childhood. I'm pretty excited about it. I am not exaggerating. My grandma was trying to remember if she remembered the Depression at all, but she was describing crazy air raid stuff from when she was little during WWII. I was real impressed. I hope that, when I visit next, they'll have a bunch of their old stuff available for me to look at. That'd be sweet.
I've been neglecting my camera. It's real sad because it sits in my closet, taunting me. I really want to just wander around and shoot, but I don't even have time for that. I don't want to stage things, I just want to find stuff. *sigh* You know. I've talked about this kind of thing 800 million times before. You're sick of it. You want me to move on. Too bad, kids. I can't. :o) I'm addicted.
Ok...I should maybe go to bed because it's become one of those nights in which I can't really focus at all and I can't sit still and I just want to sleep. Oh, p.s. I've started a new campaign for myself. I make sure that I wake up ready to have a good day every morning. It's been helping these last few days, so we'll see how it continues. Leave a comment or something, ok? Ok.
-E