I'm sorry for such a long, rambling comment. Miss Mindy, when have I ever berated one of my readers for long comments? :) The longer the better, I say! Type away and speak your mind. If no one else will listen to you, know your words are always valid here :)
I'm extremely touched that you decided to forgo your original reluctance and read the piece today. I wasn't expecting you to, since you said it would have been painful.
No one likes remembering September 11th. Shit, I didn't like watching the YouTube videos over and over again to try to capture the moment. Although I will say it was really interesting to try to separate myself and my politics from this fic.
I know it probably seems silly, especially since I didn't lose anyone personally but...I just don't like being reminded of that day I kinda chuckled when I read this. Hun, it's ok. I was on the West Coast, in a rinkydink little town of 40,000 people in the cultural dead zone between LA and SF. I don't like to be reminded of Sept. 11. Especially now, Jesus Christ, especially now. 9/11 was the whole bloody reason why I wanted to be in the military because I wanted to help. Hell, it was my desktop picture for a while to remind myself when it got tough, that that's why I was there. I feel like a failure to my country because I am now barred from WOT and what I feel my post 9/11 duty is.
I can only imagine the sort of fear that must have gripped the East Coast on that Tuesday. I barely knew where the Twin Towers were.
Where, before, housing didn't have a guard checking ID Cards coming in Mindy, our ages are showing. I remember there was a certain block of time where the Vandy guards didn't check for IDs. I remember sitting in my first traffic jam small town much? ugh for weeks following the event. I learnt what the different levels of FPCON were that morning.
I'm going to digress a bit from responding to your comment and just let this out because it still pisses me off to this day. And this is a bit of my selfishness. I was denied the ability to participate in history. I went to public school for 6th grade and they didn't let us talk about it. I went into homeroom and our teacher stood at the front of the class and told us, something like, "something bad's happened in New York and we're not supposed to talk about it. We're not going to discuss it. That's something for you and your parents." I blame this as the reason why I can barely remember the day for what it was. It was just business as usual for my stupid liberal California public school and I can't stand it.
I hadn't even heard of the "Jumpers" until I got to college and we had to analyze this piece of journalism. I was the only one in the class who had no idea who these people were and not only did it make me detest the Santa Maria School Board more, it was extremely humilitating. I could barely read the article, but I did. And I've read it more than once.
Ok, tl;dr? Well, let's get back to comments then...
I just about lost it at this line When I finished that line, I had to step back too, to tell you the truth.
The part about Tony's name--that's actually a typo on my part. The flashback was part of a much longer fic whihc is not going to be posted/s> where names are used. When I transfered it to this fic, I didn't go back and remove all the names. But yeah, Anthony Jones if you're curious
Mindy, our ages are showing. And the scary thing is...we aren't that old.
I remember sitting in my first traffic jam for weeks following the event. We had a traffic jam, too, for the next few days. In fact, I remember that the buses that were supposed to take the base students to the middle and high school were stuck in the line to get off base for over an hour. Finally, the superintendent of the base elementary schools was brought in, a back gate was open, and he led the buses to the back way. Eventually, the base opened up two gates to try to cut back on the traffic jam.
I learnt what the different levels of FPCON were that morning. FPCON. Man, my age really is showing. I remember when it was still called THREATCON. I'm not sure about other bases, but mine went into FPCON Delta that day. I remember coming home from elementary school, and we had to go to the grocery store to get supplies (you know, water, no perishables, etc). Obviously, we couldn't get to the main base (I'm not sure about other bases, but mine had the main base and housing separated. That's part of the reason for the traffic jam...the military members driving from housing to the base) to the Commissary. We ended up driving a half hour to find a grocery store. When we came back, it was a 100% ID Card check. They never did that before.
And again, we were in sixth grade. It was a beautiful day. I remember sitting with my friends at lunch (we hadn't been told anything at this point; more on that later) and we were told that we'd be having indoor recess. We were so confused. I remember mentioning that the THREATCON must be high because otherwise, why would we not be allowed outside on such a lovely day?
My friends didn't believe me.
I went to public school for 6th grade and they didn't let us talk about it. You aren't the only one. There were a couple of elementary schools on base, and the one I attended during 9/11 catered to only 5th and 6th grade. Off base, there was one other school that shared our superintendent and also went up to the 6th grade.
The Superintendent decreed that no teachers were allowed to talk about it. We wondered why so many people were being called out of school. We wondered why we couldn't go out for recess. But the teachers weren't allowed to say a word.
My principal, though? Basically said "Fuck, you. These kids have a right to know. They're military dependents and some have family in New York." He called us in for an assembly after lunch. He told us that he wasn't supposed to do this, but didn't care. He knew it was the right thing to do...and he told us. God. I still remember. This kid in the back of the auditorium screamed after the principal told us. I can still hear it. I felt so bad.
We still weren't allowed to watch, but we were told enough. We were told that planes flew into the WTC. We were told they fell. We were told there was an attack on the Pentagon. (I don't think we knew about Flight 93 at that point though). When I got home was when I saw the footage...but just once. Mom ended up changing the channel because she had been watching it all day (she was watching when the second tower was hit) and just couldn't take it anymore.
My mom told my sister and I about that day recently. She told us that my dad was the one who had called her first and told her that a plane hit the tower. I don't remember if my mom asked if it was a Cesna, or if she questioned him about it being a Cesna because that's what the media was saying at first...but regardless, she asked him if it was a Cesna, and he had to tell her that no. A Cesna couldn't do that much damage. After their conversation, my mom called her mom (in North Carolina) to talk, just...for familial support. My dad was sent home for crew rest. They didn't know what was going to happen.
Here, have a Kleenex in a spiffy box Why, that is a spiffy box :D
but mine went into FPCON Delta that day As did ours. THREATCON is somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, mostly because I didn't pay attention and/or care back then. To anything like that. At all.
I'm not sure about other bases, but mine had the main base and housing separated o.O Trippy. All the bases I've been on are all connected. *snerk* You strange Easterns, you.
Reading your piece, wow, it just points out how many holes I have for that day. The towers hadn't fallen when I left for school (it was about 7:30 ish), the Pentagon hadn't been hit. I'm not even sure about the second plane crashing....ugh. Why does this depress me more than the actual day?
My principal, though? Basically said "Fuck, you. These kids have a right to know. They're military dependents and some have family in New York." Your principal is a badass. Seriously. I applaud that.
I will applaud this as well: the unity of America in the weeks right after. Y'know, when it was cool to wave the red white and blue and to listen to country music. And this amazing song came out. Is 9/12 a holiday? Coz it should be. It should be like a second Fourth of July kind of thing, where we celebrate the nation's resolve, our culture, contributions, nooooo wait, 9/12 should be an epic combination of the 4th of July and Memorial Day. Where it's all somber in the morning and we remember the fallen, watch the video clips again, listen to speeches, places wreaths on gravestones and wish we could see Arlington. And then at night we break out the brewskis, fireworks, barbeque, loud country music because this is our nation and we weren't defeated on 9/11. And...
In religious contexts, I'm reminded very heavily of the Passion Weekend and Easter.
Stream of consciousness writing ftw? haha
As always, my friend, it's good to talk to you. :)
All the bases I've been on are all connected. *snerk* You strange Easterns, you. ...Well...all the other bases I've been to/visited have been connected, too, now that I think about it (and I've never left the east coast). I wonder why ours was different? XD
I LOVE THAT SONG! Seriously. I have it memorized. Word for word. Best song ever! In fact, I nearly had Alfred quote that song in a kink meme fill I started (and subsequently abandoned)...I switched it to The Devil Went Down to Georgia at the last minute, thinking that Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue might be a touch too much for a light hearted fic (plus, I loved the idea of having Alfred play an air fiddle). Have you heard this song, by any chance? :)
The unity of America was amazing. I'm really disappointed at we've gone back to fighting and pretty much hating each other and the government and anything even remotely "offensive."
Passion Weekend? I'm not Catholic or that completely religious...I can see it reminding you of Easter, but I'm not too sure about Passion Weekend, to be honest, since I've no idea what it is exactly.
Stream of Consciousness writing is fun. I do it all the time. Reading it for English class (ever read Beloved by Toni Morrison?) on the other hand...not so much xD
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I wonder why ours was different? XD I can't help it. It's coz you're from New Joisy. hahahahahaha. *wipes eye* Ok, that was bad. Moving on...
I switched it to The Devil Went Down to Georgia Another fantastic awesomesauce song. XD
I loved the idea of having Alfred play an air fiddle) My headcannon changes all the time (note how none of my one shots are actually congruent...) and if Al had to play 2 instruments, I'd have him pegged with violin/fiddle (they're really the same thing, right? It's just how you play it? That's what I heard anyway), harmonica or piano. And piano mostly because it's fun and I'd love to see him one-up Austria with jazz n blues. XD
Have you heard this song, by any chance? I might have in passing. I'll listen to it again. :)
I'm really disappointed at we've gone back to fighting and pretty much hating each other and the government and anything even remotely "offensive." I like Carlos Mencia's view: we bitch at each other because we're bored and we like drama. Except people take it so bloody seriously. It's irritating as hell. Like my hippie class, that I have yet to write a blog about, but I will soon as I figure out how to get my camera to record audio without shutting off.
Passion Weekend? *whips out Catholic SparkNotes* Passion Weekend is the three days before Easter Sunday that lead to Jesus' resurrection. Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Vigil and finally Easter Sunday. Before Jesus can rise, he must die, so the three days are supposed to be very somber days for all Christians, I would imagine.
Holy Thursday is the "night before" and the passage we read in Mass is about Jesus washing the feet of the Apostles, symbolizing forgiveness. Good Friday is when He is crucified. I think CNN runs a news clip every year about the rituals in Rome and in Jerusalem where people reenact the Stations of the Cross (which is a strictly Catholic thing, I think. Would you like a run-down on this too? :D) Easter Vigil is Saturday night, the longest Mass in Catholic tradition--no lies. It's close to 4 hours long, because there's lots of symbolism with "Christ the Light" and resurrection and it's when CCD kids/adults are baptized, given their first communion and confirmed. It's bloody long. I went once, when I was nine, because apparently my mom hates me (Dad isn't Catholic; he doesn't come to church with us).
So, in terms of 9/11? Like, 9/11 would be like Good Friday and 9/12 like Easter Sunday (not the vigil because it's long and at night and looooong) with all the Easter eggs and chocolate bunnies to boot.
Did that help? If there's anything else you don't understand about Catholicism (because I seem to be implanting it more and more into my fics/writings for unknown reasons), feel free to ask! I love explaining the historical/theological backdrops of my faith (even if I'm a bit hazy as to the practice....>_>)
Reading it for English class (ever read Beloved by Toni Morrison?) on the other hand...not so much xD I can imagine. >_> We didn't ready Beloved, but Cather in the Fucking Rye was just as bad.
I hate that book. Colden Haufield, or whatever the fuck his name is, can die in a burning pyre for all I care. I haaaaaaaaaate that book.
Why do all lit books it seems take out the fun in reading?
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I can't help it. It's coz you're from New Joisy. hahahahahaha. *wipes eye* Ok, that was bad. Moving on... *twitch* That's Brooklyn. Joisey is Brooklyn. If I have any accent, it's a Philadelphian one.
My headcannon changes all the time (note how none of my one shots are actually congruent...) and if Al had to play 2 instruments, I'd have him pegged with violin/fiddle (they're really the same thing, right? It's just how you play it? That's what I heard anyway), harmonica or piano. And piano mostly because it's fun and I'd love to see him one-up Austria with jazz n blues. XD My headcanon is constantly changing, too XD The only thing that has been consistent is that Alfred is one of the best fiddlers you'll ever hear. (And fiddles and violins are similar, but they have a few major differences if I recall my music class correctly. I played the flute though, and we had no string instruments in my high school band, so no idea). I could see him playing the harmonica...and pretty much any brass instrument (as you said, jazz). I never considered him playing the piano, but I can so totally see him trying to one-up Austria on it XD Don't really feel like finding it now, but back when I joined the fandom, that song meme was floating around (you listen to a song and write a drabble for the length it plays). I remember one person writing one about the Nations getting together at a band practice and Alfred walks in with an electric guitar and was basically told GTFO. He argued that the guitar was an instrument and that Spain had one (Spain's, of course, was an acoustic guitar). He talked them into letting him play and wound up playing an extremely hard Mozart (I think, don't remember exactly now, so I could be wrong) piece perfectly. Then the drabble ended. I think that was one of the first fics I read upon entering Hetalia haha
Like my hippie class, that I have yet to write a blog about, but I will soon as I figure out how to get my camera to record audio without shutting off. *blink* You're recording your class? Is that allowed? Most of my teachers forbid it xD
Thanks for the information on Passion Weekend. Some of it did sound vaguely familiar (my mom went to a Catholic school when she was younger and was my Sunday School teacher for a few years and taught us a bit about it just for the knowledge even though none of us are actually Catholic [...sort of. Dad was baptized Catholic but he isn't strict in his religion at all. Mom was baptized Lutheran, my sister and I Presbyterian. Though, we're not a part of a church any longer. Corrupt pastors ftw.]) but the majority of it was new to me. Thank you :)
I love learning about theology. I took Comparative Religion last semester against my mom's objection (no one ever gets an A in that class and I wanted to graduate with a 4.0. She kept telling me that it was a bad idea if I was set on a 4.0. I wound up with a B+ in that class so now my GPA is no longer a 4.0) and it was easily my most interesting class.
I never had to read the Catcher in the Rye. One of my teachers was going to assign it, but then decided that she hated the book and threw it out the window (figuratively, of course). You might actually like Beloved, to be honest. There's just one chapter that's stream of consciousness, and it's actually not vital to the overall understanding of the book. If you have some free time, I'd suggest looking into checking it out :)
ah, and if you're at all curious, I have a sort of "sequel" that ends on a higher/ironic/bittersweet side if you'd like me to upload that to counterbalance the sombering 9/11 piece.
Miss Mindy, when have I ever berated one of my readers for long comments? :) The longer the better, I say! Type away and speak your mind. If no one else will listen to you, know your words are always valid here :)
I'm extremely touched that you decided to forgo your original reluctance and read the piece today. I wasn't expecting you to, since you said it would have been painful.
No one likes remembering September 11th. Shit, I didn't like watching the YouTube videos over and over again to try to capture the moment. Although I will say it was really interesting to try to separate myself and my politics from this fic.
I know it probably seems silly, especially since I didn't lose anyone personally but...I just don't like being reminded of that day
I kinda chuckled when I read this. Hun, it's ok. I was on the West Coast, in a rinkydink little town of 40,000 people in the cultural dead zone between LA and SF. I don't like to be reminded of Sept. 11. Especially now, Jesus Christ, especially now. 9/11 was the whole bloody reason why I wanted to be in the military because I wanted to help. Hell, it was my desktop picture for a while to remind myself when it got tough, that that's why I was there. I feel like a failure to my country because I am now barred from WOT and what I feel my post 9/11 duty is.
I can only imagine the sort of fear that must have gripped the East Coast on that Tuesday. I barely knew where the Twin Towers were.
Where, before, housing didn't have a guard checking ID Cards coming in
Mindy, our ages are showing. I remember there was a certain block of time where the Vandy guards didn't check for IDs. I remember sitting in my first traffic jam small town much? ugh for weeks following the event. I learnt what the different levels of FPCON were that morning.
I'm going to digress a bit from responding to your comment and just let this out because it still pisses me off to this day. And this is a bit of my selfishness. I was denied the ability to participate in history. I went to public school for 6th grade and they didn't let us talk about it. I went into homeroom and our teacher stood at the front of the class and told us, something like, "something bad's happened in New York and we're not supposed to talk about it. We're not going to discuss it. That's something for you and your parents." I blame this as the reason why I can barely remember the day for what it was. It was just business as usual for my stupid liberal California public school and I can't stand it.
I hadn't even heard of the "Jumpers" until I got to college and we had to analyze this piece of journalism. I was the only one in the class who had no idea who these people were and not only did it make me detest the Santa Maria School Board more, it was extremely humilitating. I could barely read the article, but I did. And I've read it more than once.
Ok, tl;dr? Well, let's get back to comments then...
I just about lost it at this line
When I finished that line, I had to step back too, to tell you the truth.
The part about Tony's name--that's actually a typo on my part. The flashback was part of a much longer fic whihc is not going to be posted/s> where names are used. When I transfered it to this fic, I didn't go back and remove all the names. But yeah, Anthony Jones if you're curious
Finally stopped crying
Oh no, I made you cry??? Here, have a Kleenex in a spiffy box. It's the least I can do....:(
Then we get yelled at because we didn't do more? Just...ugh.
My thoughts exactly, hun. My thoughts exactly.
Thank you again for reading my piece. It means a lot to me that you went back and read it.
And stop apologizing for awesome long, ramblinc comments. X| *looks up at my own word vomit*
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And the scary thing is...we aren't that old.
I remember sitting in my first traffic jam for weeks following the event.
We had a traffic jam, too, for the next few days. In fact, I remember that the buses that were supposed to take the base students to the middle and high school were stuck in the line to get off base for over an hour. Finally, the superintendent of the base elementary schools was brought in, a back gate was open, and he led the buses to the back way. Eventually, the base opened up two gates to try to cut back on the traffic jam.
I learnt what the different levels of FPCON were that morning.
FPCON. Man, my age really is showing. I remember when it was still called THREATCON.
I'm not sure about other bases, but mine went into FPCON Delta that day. I remember coming home from elementary school, and we had to go to the grocery store to get supplies (you know, water, no perishables, etc). Obviously, we couldn't get to the main base (I'm not sure about other bases, but mine had the main base and housing separated. That's part of the reason for the traffic jam...the military members driving from housing to the base) to the Commissary. We ended up driving a half hour to find a grocery store. When we came back, it was a 100% ID Card check. They never did that before.
And again, we were in sixth grade. It was a beautiful day. I remember sitting with my friends at lunch (we hadn't been told anything at this point; more on that later) and we were told that we'd be having indoor recess. We were so confused. I remember mentioning that the THREATCON must be high because otherwise, why would we not be allowed outside on such a lovely day?
My friends didn't believe me.
I went to public school for 6th grade and they didn't let us talk about it.
You aren't the only one. There were a couple of elementary schools on base, and the one I attended during 9/11 catered to only 5th and 6th grade. Off base, there was one other school that shared our superintendent and also went up to the 6th grade.
The Superintendent decreed that no teachers were allowed to talk about it. We wondered why so many people were being called out of school. We wondered why we couldn't go out for recess. But the teachers weren't allowed to say a word.
My principal, though? Basically said "Fuck, you. These kids have a right to know. They're military dependents and some have family in New York." He called us in for an assembly after lunch. He told us that he wasn't supposed to do this, but didn't care. He knew it was the right thing to do...and he told us. God. I still remember. This kid in the back of the auditorium screamed after the principal told us. I can still hear it. I felt so bad.
We still weren't allowed to watch, but we were told enough. We were told that planes flew into the WTC. We were told they fell. We were told there was an attack on the Pentagon. (I don't think we knew about Flight 93 at that point though). When I got home was when I saw the footage...but just once. Mom ended up changing the channel because she had been watching it all day (she was watching when the second tower was hit) and just couldn't take it anymore.
My mom told my sister and I about that day recently. She told us that my dad was the one who had called her first and told her that a plane hit the tower. I don't remember if my mom asked if it was a Cesna, or if she questioned him about it being a Cesna because that's what the media was saying at first...but regardless, she asked him if it was a Cesna, and he had to tell her that no. A Cesna couldn't do that much damage. After their conversation, my mom called her mom (in North Carolina) to talk, just...for familial support. My dad was sent home for crew rest. They didn't know what was going to happen.
Here, have a Kleenex in a spiffy box
Why, that is a spiffy box :D
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As did ours. THREATCON is somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, mostly because I didn't pay attention and/or care back then. To anything like that. At all.
I'm not sure about other bases, but mine had the main base and housing separated
o.O Trippy. All the bases I've been on are all connected. *snerk* You strange Easterns, you.
Reading your piece, wow, it just points out how many holes I have for that day. The towers hadn't fallen when I left for school (it was about 7:30 ish), the Pentagon hadn't been hit. I'm not even sure about the second plane crashing....ugh. Why does this depress me more than the actual day?
My principal, though? Basically said "Fuck, you. These kids have a right to know. They're military dependents and some have family in New York."
Your principal is a badass. Seriously. I applaud that.
I will applaud this as well: the unity of America in the weeks right after. Y'know, when it was cool to wave the red white and blue and to listen to country music. And this amazing song came out. Is 9/12 a holiday? Coz it should be. It should be like a second Fourth of July kind of thing, where we celebrate the nation's resolve, our culture, contributions, nooooo wait, 9/12 should be an epic combination of the 4th of July and Memorial Day. Where it's all somber in the morning and we remember the fallen, watch the video clips again, listen to speeches, places wreaths on gravestones and wish we could see Arlington. And then at night we break out the brewskis, fireworks, barbeque, loud country music because this is our nation and we weren't defeated on 9/11. And...
In religious contexts, I'm reminded very heavily of the Passion Weekend and Easter.
Stream of consciousness writing ftw? haha
As always, my friend, it's good to talk to you. :)
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...Well...all the other bases I've been to/visited have been connected, too, now that I think about it (and I've never left the east coast). I wonder why ours was different? XD
I LOVE THAT SONG! Seriously. I have it memorized. Word for word. Best song ever! In fact, I nearly had Alfred quote that song in a kink meme fill I started (and subsequently abandoned)...I switched it to The Devil Went Down to Georgia at the last minute, thinking that Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue might be a touch too much for a light hearted fic (plus, I loved the idea of having Alfred play an air fiddle). Have you heard this song, by any chance? :)
The unity of America was amazing. I'm really disappointed at we've gone back to fighting and pretty much hating each other and the government and anything even remotely "offensive."
Passion Weekend? I'm not Catholic or that completely religious...I can see it reminding you of Easter, but I'm not too sure about Passion Weekend, to be honest, since I've no idea what it is exactly.
Stream of Consciousness writing is fun. I do it all the time. Reading it for English class (ever read Beloved by Toni Morrison?) on the other hand...not so much xD
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I can't help it. It's coz you're from New Joisy. hahahahahaha. *wipes eye* Ok, that was bad. Moving on...
I switched it to The Devil Went Down to Georgia
Another fantastic awesomesauce song. XD
I loved the idea of having Alfred play an air fiddle)
My headcannon changes all the time (note how none of my one shots are actually congruent...) and if Al had to play 2 instruments, I'd have him pegged with violin/fiddle (they're really the same thing, right? It's just how you play it? That's what I heard anyway), harmonica or piano. And piano mostly because it's fun and I'd love to see him one-up Austria with jazz n blues. XD
Have you heard this song, by any chance?
I might have in passing. I'll listen to it again. :)
I'm really disappointed at we've gone back to fighting and pretty much hating each other and the government and anything even remotely "offensive."
I like Carlos Mencia's view: we bitch at each other because we're bored and we like drama. Except people take it so bloody seriously. It's irritating as hell. Like my hippie class, that I have yet to write a blog about, but I will soon as I figure out how to get my camera to record audio without shutting off.
Passion Weekend?
*whips out Catholic SparkNotes*
Passion Weekend is the three days before Easter Sunday that lead to Jesus' resurrection. Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Vigil and finally Easter Sunday. Before Jesus can rise, he must die, so the three days are supposed to be very somber days for all Christians, I would imagine.
Holy Thursday is the "night before" and the passage we read in Mass is about Jesus washing the feet of the Apostles, symbolizing forgiveness. Good Friday is when He is crucified. I think CNN runs a news clip every year about the rituals in Rome and in Jerusalem where people reenact the Stations of the Cross (which is a strictly Catholic thing, I think. Would you like a run-down on this too? :D) Easter Vigil is Saturday night, the longest Mass in Catholic tradition--no lies. It's close to 4 hours long, because there's lots of symbolism with "Christ the Light" and resurrection and it's when CCD kids/adults are baptized, given their first communion and confirmed. It's bloody long. I went once, when I was nine, because apparently my mom hates me (Dad isn't Catholic; he doesn't come to church with us).
So, in terms of 9/11? Like, 9/11 would be like Good Friday and 9/12 like Easter Sunday (not the vigil because it's long and at night and looooong) with all the Easter eggs and chocolate bunnies to boot.
Did that help? If there's anything else you don't understand about Catholicism (because I seem to be implanting it more and more into my fics/writings for unknown reasons), feel free to ask! I love explaining the historical/theological backdrops of my faith (even if I'm a bit hazy as to the practice....>_>)
Reading it for English class (ever read Beloved by Toni Morrison?) on the other hand...not so much xD
I can imagine. >_> We didn't ready Beloved, but Cather in the Fucking Rye was just as bad.
I hate that book. Colden Haufield, or whatever the fuck his name is, can die in a burning pyre for all I care. I haaaaaaaaaate that book.
Why do all lit books it seems take out the fun in reading?
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*twitch* That's Brooklyn. Joisey is Brooklyn. If I have any accent, it's a Philadelphian one.
My headcannon changes all the time (note how none of my one shots are actually congruent...) and if Al had to play 2 instruments, I'd have him pegged with violin/fiddle (they're really the same thing, right? It's just how you play it? That's what I heard anyway), harmonica or piano. And piano mostly because it's fun and I'd love to see him one-up Austria with jazz n blues. XD
My headcanon is constantly changing, too XD The only thing that has been consistent is that Alfred is one of the best fiddlers you'll ever hear. (And fiddles and violins are similar, but they have a few major differences if I recall my music class correctly. I played the flute though, and we had no string instruments in my high school band, so no idea).
I could see him playing the harmonica...and pretty much any brass instrument (as you said, jazz).
I never considered him playing the piano, but I can so totally see him trying to one-up Austria on it XD
Don't really feel like finding it now, but back when I joined the fandom, that song meme was floating around (you listen to a song and write a drabble for the length it plays). I remember one person writing one about the Nations getting together at a band practice and Alfred walks in with an electric guitar and was basically told GTFO. He argued that the guitar was an instrument and that Spain had one (Spain's, of course, was an acoustic guitar). He talked them into letting him play and wound up playing an extremely hard Mozart (I think, don't remember exactly now, so I could be wrong) piece perfectly. Then the drabble ended. I think that was one of the first fics I read upon entering Hetalia haha
Like my hippie class, that I have yet to write a blog about, but I will soon as I figure out how to get my camera to record audio without shutting off.
*blink* You're recording your class? Is that allowed? Most of my teachers forbid it xD
Thanks for the information on Passion Weekend. Some of it did sound vaguely familiar (my mom went to a Catholic school when she was younger and was my Sunday School teacher for a few years and taught us a bit about it just for the knowledge even though none of us are actually Catholic [...sort of. Dad was baptized Catholic but he isn't strict in his religion at all. Mom was baptized Lutheran, my sister and I Presbyterian. Though, we're not a part of a church any longer. Corrupt pastors ftw.]) but the majority of it was new to me. Thank you :)
I love learning about theology. I took Comparative Religion last semester against my mom's objection (no one ever gets an A in that class and I wanted to graduate with a 4.0. She kept telling me that it was a bad idea if I was set on a 4.0. I wound up with a B+ in that class so now my GPA is no longer a 4.0) and it was easily my most interesting class.
I never had to read the Catcher in the Rye. One of my teachers was going to assign it, but then decided that she hated the book and threw it out the window (figuratively, of course). You might actually like Beloved, to be honest. There's just one chapter that's stream of consciousness, and it's actually not vital to the overall understanding of the book. If you have some free time, I'd suggest looking into checking it out :)
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Regardless, I'd love to read it if you're willing to share it :)
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