Hey, this isn't so hard: Number One

OK, if I recall correctly I’ve never done this before…
This will take a while.
First of all was the trip to Michigan. Having not seen that side of my family in longer than is acceptable it was decided that my father and I should make this journey. This was the first real road trip I have been on, 2 days of driving each way.
After the driving I actually met my grandparents and aunt for the first time in a while. Largely they proved to be fine people and I found no mailmen stuffed beneath the floorboards that had aged enough to smell.
After several days of adventure there my father and I set out to return to New England. Creating yet another adventure!
After that came my mother’s kidney stones. So about the middle half of the summer involved my mother being in hospitals or on pain medications.
While this happened I was taking a pair of online classes at BCC. I’m sure I learned something as I apparently did well. Not that I remember what I learned anymore…
Also there was the Eagle Scout Project that several people in this room helped with. I got to interview over 15 veterans for the Library of Congress Veteran’s History Project, and memorize both the name and acronym of the VHP by saying and writing it many times.
I sent out more emails than I can remember, and managed to create a blur of activity involving lots of cameras, people in uniforms, and writing just as my assignments started to come due for the online classes.
Still, in less than three weeks my board of review will be had. I got As in both classes. And I saw my grandparents. An accomplished summer.

Managed to find number 2

Yes, I finally did stake a vampire with a pencil. I've been meaning to do that for years, ever since I saw it on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but you don't get the opportunity to stake a vampire often, most of the time you need to go for bigger targets than the heart, and use bigger weapons than a pencil. And when you finally take a vampire down it isn't pretty. The point of taking a vampire isn't actually killing it, wood through the heart does nothing. You stake a vampire like you stake down a tent, you do it so the monster doesn't crawl back out of the grave.

That's what annoys me about modern undead monsters in fiction. Real vampires are already dead, they're something really bad that can walk around in a dead body after it's gone cold and stiff.

Sparky was holding the thing down. I didn't like working with Sparky, a Black Dog, a creature of death. But we were on the same side, neither of us wanted a vampire walking around Scotland.

But she sheer violence of the Dog. I looked at the piece I was staking to the ground. Yes, a pencil was needed for this small a piece.

I examined my kill. Cut into separate pieces, stuffed with garlic, every bone broken and holy water poured over every inch. Even buried in a real churchyard.

Not going to be walking around again, ever.

I sighed and walked away, Sparky was gone, and I hoped never to be back here again, I was scared of their kind.

I sighed and flew back, over the water towards home. I stopped off in Maine for an ice cream cone, I deserved a treat after that. And I got back to work once I reached home, I'd left my computer on.

I saw the pumpkins outside the window. And almost cried. It was almost Halloween again, I'd forgotten.

It had been another year. Another Night was coming, and it would be Hell again.

I assume saying I forgot how to post is out, number three

Hm...

Interesting question. I seem to be viewed as older than I am when I take classes, nearly everyone who I have mentioned my age to has been surprised in class. This has happened often enough to make me assume that this has at least some basis in fact, that I look older than I am.

I think some of this is really situational, there is little expectation of an age of 16 or 17 when I am in a class at BCC. Also I think my dressing habits may have something to do with it, my usual dress for class probably seems somewhat old.

To an extent, acne seems to limit the upward limit of my age, as do my dental appliances. Generally I don't think I look old yet, I doubt I would assume myself to be 30.

I think I would assume I was a little older than 18 or 19 if I were to guess. I don't really fit with most of my assumptions about my fellow teenagers, and to be honest I don't really identify myself with them. For a long time I've interacted with adults more than my peers, so at a guess I would assume I was one of them.

Christy--Assignment #3--What age am I?

If I were still who I am, and I did not know my actual age, I would be a very confused person. If I were judging my physical appearance, I think I would guess that I was about sixteen. However, if I were a disconnected brain, floating in a liquid preservative, I would be very conflicted. I think I would think that I was either a very young person, or a very old person. It is hard to picture myself as a middle aged adult.
I am not a childish person, but I am a childlike person. I enjoy very simple things, like coloring, visiting playgrounds, and being barefoot. I always try to see things with the freshness that a young child would see something; unhindered by life experience and opinions.
On the other hand, I like to fancy myself as a person who has gained some wisdom over the years. I would be very well suited as an octogenarian because I would be able to give people advice without being told that I’m too young to know anything about life. I enjoy teaching other people, and I feel that a lifetime’s experience is a valuable commodity to anyone who cares to hear about it.
On the whole, I think that I am an ageless person. Anyway, if I were a detached brain, I would be thinking about things other than my age.

Christy--Assignment #2--80-year-old using a computer

I sat there, gaping at the mirror. “Matilda, where did you put that rat?” A woman in her fifties, my daughter walked into the room. “Mom! It’s called a mouse, not a rat!...and here it is.” I looked at this newfangled device, and wondered which end I should wire to the computing machine. Why in the world had my daughter spent so much money on such a small device, and it couldn’t even spit-out slips of paper! I felt almost like a NASA aero-scientist as I plugged a queer looking little thing into what my daughter, (or butterscotch as I call her) calls a “…something…port,” I wondered how even the smallest ship could fit into this sized port. Oh well. After we managed to make curses fly across the screen “MOM…it’s called a ‘curser!’”
I thought a nice nap would be in order. I had no need to remove my fake-teeth, because unless it’s meal time, I usually don’t bother putting them on. I drifted into dreams about the past. It was 1943, and I was fourteen-years-old. I sat by the fire in my living room, listening to President Roosevelt’s speech about the war. The next morning was going to be my first day of senior high school. I looked at my slide-rule and thought about how advanced technology was becoming these days. I got up, and made my way over to the box that butterscotch claims will fulfill all my wildest dreams.

Christy--How I Spent My Summer Vacation--9/11/09

This summer I did a lot more things than I can mention in this paper. Like the last two years, this year Ana Arena and I have visited the acclaimed town of Grand Lake Stream Maine. However, that is all I can say, because what happens in Grand Lake Stream, stays in Grand Lake Stream.
I turned sixteen-years-old. Although it was quite technically my “sweet sixteen,” I did not have a lavish party (nor did I want one), and I didn’t scamper over to the Registry of Motor Vehicles for my permit.
I did a lot of things during my summer vacation. I did not attend or work at any summer camps, but I somehow managed to do all the things that are usually offered at summer camps. This year is the first time that I can remember where I did not go swimming in a pool once. I went to lakes and the ocean this year, but I never ventured into chlorine.
My eldest brother (Phil) and his fiancée (Stefanie) came home from college in the spring. We took them back to school almost two weeks ago, and everything has been much quieter and less celebratory since then.
In June, Stefi and I took a sculpture class at Bristol Community College. It was taught by Professor Steven Tegu. I do not mean to comment on any other teachers, but Professor Tegu was one of the best teachers I have ever had.
My family went on hiking adventures every Saturday for about two months. We visited every Audubon society within a twenty-five mile radius of our house. We took literally hundreds of photographs on these hikes, and became regulars at Bliss Brothers’ Dairy.
One of the best and most important things my family did this summer was pick pounds of wild blueberries from our favorite camp in New Hampshire. With these, we were able to make a blueberry pie, two batches of blueberry scones, homemade blueberry ice cream, and two jars of blueberry jam. After this affair, we still had some blueberries left to enjoy, and we weren’t even sick of them.
Last but not least, this summer I did a drawing of my house, which has been affectionately named Blinkingham Manor by its residents. Overall, I have had a very enjoyable vacation.