Hello, all of you readers out there! Today is National Electronic Greeting Day, and after practicing a bit of Schradieck, I decided to send you all a greeting, so here it is.
Thank You Followers, Everyone Who Reads This Blog, and All Commentators!
I know this is a short post, but I had a lot of homework.
Bye!
Ruthie (Pun not intended)
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Dominant 7's
Practiced my dominant 7's until I can do them up to the key of C with eight notes slurred. Even though my performing art is tap dancing, we are required to play an instrument, and be good at it. Now, I am tired from practicing violin, and I have to go to a tap-dancing dress rehearsal in an hour, so I'm plum tuckered out.
Sravana bought UGG boots 1/2 off, because they have sales at this time of year, and then found out they were a little too small, and I know you're thinking, "Return them!" Well, Sravana will, and get another pair in a bigger size, because you're supposed to have them kind of big so they'll last a long time, because they are so expensive. She feels guilty of buying such expensive boots. She should be. I mean, they had absolutely cute mini doll sized sweaters at the mall, and she turned them down, even though they were $6 with 40% off, because she felt guilty about the boots! The things people do...so greedy all the time. I ONLY have two dresses and a nightgown! How many does she have? Hmmm.....one dress, but lots of pants and shirts, and two sets of pajamas and shirts and pants for the night! And boots? Excuse my annoyance, but I only have one pair of Mary Jane slippers.
Ruthie
Sravana bought UGG boots 1/2 off, because they have sales at this time of year, and then found out they were a little too small, and I know you're thinking, "Return them!" Well, Sravana will, and get another pair in a bigger size, because you're supposed to have them kind of big so they'll last a long time, because they are so expensive. She feels guilty of buying such expensive boots. She should be. I mean, they had absolutely cute mini doll sized sweaters at the mall, and she turned them down, even though they were $6 with 40% off, because she felt guilty about the boots! The things people do...so greedy all the time. I ONLY have two dresses and a nightgown! How many does she have? Hmmm.....one dress, but lots of pants and shirts, and two sets of pajamas and shirts and pants for the night! And boots? Excuse my annoyance, but I only have one pair of Mary Jane slippers.
Ruthie
Saturday, November 27, 2010
A Trip
We're going off today, to somewhere,
Smaller than Washington, bigger than a bear,
To see a show, so great, so amazing,
Not a soccer game, or horses grazing.
We're going to see,
A FLYING VIOLINIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know! It's EPIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, I kind of ruined my poem here. I know. This is Ruthie, by the way, and after I finished practicing the second half of the Bach Partita 2 Allemande, Sravana told me that we're going to see a flying violinist! It sounds awesome! I'll see if I can take pictures.
Ruthie
Smaller than Washington, bigger than a bear,
To see a show, so great, so amazing,
Not a soccer game, or horses grazing.
We're going to see,
A FLYING VIOLINIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know! It's EPIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah, I kind of ruined my poem here. I know. This is Ruthie, by the way, and after I finished practicing the second half of the Bach Partita 2 Allemande, Sravana told me that we're going to see a flying violinist! It sounds awesome! I'll see if I can take pictures.
Ruthie
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
A Poem by Gwen Thompson
My cousin David is visiting,
For Thanksgiving,
He has so many toys,
But I guess that's common with boys.
He has a little sister,
Named Olivia who wears Hollister,
She loves surfing a lot,
And has a shirt with a robot.
Their father is a Colonel Jones,
Who's practically skin and bones,
He has cavalry troops,
And chicken coops, and his ears are shaped like cones.
Humptey Dumpty was egged to jump,
Like I was egged to sit on the bump,
It hurt a lot,
And now I feel like a tiresome blot.
Mom always metes out the meat,
On Thanksgiving day,
But around there are these flies,
I would like to nullify.
I think Mom's cooking lobster tonight,
Yay, but I think I'll fight.
I believe I'd rather embroil,
Then icky lobster, boiled.
I have a craving for a waffle,
And I know that you have questions,
On why this poem is so random,
And not rhyming in patterning ways.
This girl at school I will not mention by name,
Called me long nose because of it's shape,
School Symphony thinks new speakers will make the Winter Dance more fun,
I think I'd rather eat a cinnamon bun.
My pear I am eating,
After a good beating,
Of rugs all afternoon,
If I don't, I will not get my scholarship boon.
I'm sorry I have to complain about my life on my blog, but seriously, I am kind of annoyed right now. You see, social structure is tough at school, and since I am on full scholarship, I have to work a certain number of hours, and THE worst jobs. Our school doesn't have vacuums, so it's the old rug beatings. Eeeew. People on partial scholarship, such as Neela, they have chores too, but they're not so hard, like making all the beds, and picking up toys in the day care. Full scholarship people, AKA, ONLY me, (well not ONLY me, the cook's daughter works too, but she is older than I am) are treated like scullery maids sometimes.
It feels like it at least. See, there are people who are like VIPs here. AKA, Ruthie Smithens, Rebecca Rubin, and Sonali who have tons of money. Whenever they want new clothes, we have to ask them what they want and pick them up from the store, and when they want to go somewhere, we have to go with them if they can't find someone else. And even if they can, I have to come, or the cook's daughter, to help them with their stuff. Sonali is usually nice about it, but Ruthie is not usually willing to hold a bag or two. Rebecca is definitely stubborn.
Another of my chores is to set the table for all the meals. I have to get up at six, set the plates out in a precise order, and do the same for lunch and dinner. I also have to beat the rugs every Wednesday.
Sorry about all this rambling,
Gwen
For Thanksgiving,
He has so many toys,
But I guess that's common with boys.
He has a little sister,
Named Olivia who wears Hollister,
She loves surfing a lot,
And has a shirt with a robot.
Their father is a Colonel Jones,
Who's practically skin and bones,
He has cavalry troops,
And chicken coops, and his ears are shaped like cones.
Like I was egged to sit on the bump,
It hurt a lot,
And now I feel like a tiresome blot.
Mom always metes out the meat,
On Thanksgiving day,
But around there are these flies,
I would like to nullify.
I think Mom's cooking lobster tonight,
Yay, but I think I'll fight.
I believe I'd rather embroil,
Then icky lobster, boiled.
I have a craving for a waffle,
And I know that you have questions,
On why this poem is so random,
And not rhyming in patterning ways.
This girl at school I will not mention by name,
Called me long nose because of it's shape,
School Symphony thinks new speakers will make the Winter Dance more fun,
I think I'd rather eat a cinnamon bun.
My pear I am eating,
After a good beating,
Of rugs all afternoon,
If I don't, I will not get my scholarship boon.
I'm sorry I have to complain about my life on my blog, but seriously, I am kind of annoyed right now. You see, social structure is tough at school, and since I am on full scholarship, I have to work a certain number of hours, and THE worst jobs. Our school doesn't have vacuums, so it's the old rug beatings. Eeeew. People on partial scholarship, such as Neela, they have chores too, but they're not so hard, like making all the beds, and picking up toys in the day care. Full scholarship people, AKA, ONLY me, (well not ONLY me, the cook's daughter works too, but she is older than I am) are treated like scullery maids sometimes.
It feels like it at least. See, there are people who are like VIPs here. AKA, Ruthie Smithens, Rebecca Rubin, and Sonali who have tons of money. Whenever they want new clothes, we have to ask them what they want and pick them up from the store, and when they want to go somewhere, we have to go with them if they can't find someone else. And even if they can, I have to come, or the cook's daughter, to help them with their stuff. Sonali is usually nice about it, but Ruthie is not usually willing to hold a bag or two. Rebecca is definitely stubborn.
Another of my chores is to set the table for all the meals. I have to get up at six, set the plates out in a precise order, and do the same for lunch and dinner. I also have to beat the rugs every Wednesday.
Sorry about all this rambling,
Gwen
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Ow....that hurt.
Ow....that hurt.I'm rubbing my neck-hard. My neck is so sore. I fell of Penny yesterday. A deer jumped out of the bushes, and Penny went slightly up and cantered off, and I tumbled off and into the gravel. My neck is awfully sore.
So anyways, I'm in Ruthie's dorm that she shares with Sonali and Gwen, and listening Ruthie practice her diminished sevenths in G for the third time. I guess I'll need to practice guitar soon too.
Sravana is getting a chance to babysit! (BTW, Sravana is her new blogging because she's tired of Srajana) It's her sister's friend, and her little sister, who is an absolutely adorable first grader who Sravana is teaching to play the violin. THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Felicity
So anyways, I'm in Ruthie's dorm that she shares with Sonali and Gwen, and listening Ruthie practice her diminished sevenths in G for the third time. I guess I'll need to practice guitar soon too.
Sravana is getting a chance to babysit! (BTW, Sravana is her new blogging because she's tired of Srajana) It's her sister's friend, and her little sister, who is an absolutely adorable first grader who Sravana is teaching to play the violin. THIS IS SO EXCITING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Felicity
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