Update: Obsessions

Harry Potter (I was proudly sorted into Slytherin house)
Doctor Who
Firefly
Hunger Games
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Starkid Productions: A Very Potter Musical, A Very Potter Sequel, Starship
Artemis Fowl
Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Jane Austen
Youtubers: Nerimon, Charlieissocoollike, LittleRadge
Doctor Horrible's Evil Sing-Along Blog
Mad Men
Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

My favorite books from my childhood

The Park in the Dark: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Park-Dark-Martin-Waddell/dp/0744594081

The Wedding of Brown Bear and White Bear: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/695712.The_Wedding_of_Brown_Bear_and_White_Bear

The "New" Facebook

I like the "new" Facebook. It gives more real time updates and makes it easier to edit what you want to see on your news feed. The only problem I have is that the scroll bar on the little live timeline thing is too small and I accidentally click the post instead of scrolling.

Other than that, I don't really care. I don't think that just because a website changed, everyone should get all up in arms and threaten to leave. It's not that big of a deal. I do understand the psychology behind doing so though. People have written out their lives, shared their stories on this website and it's like a journal or an autobiography (Albeit, very self-absorbed and uninteresting autobiographies).
 I started this blog as a way to get away from social media. I haven't really done that lately, but I think I'm going to again. (I'm so inconsistent.)

Feedback on this would be much appreciated.

Quidditch

I may or may not be sore from playing Quidditch yesterday.

Note to the Annoying Girl in Class

Okay. We get it. You've been to Germany. I understand. That was cool. I'm really jealous. But you DO NOT have to mention it every dang class. I don't bring up all of the countries I've traveled to (which is more than you missy). Whenever France, England, Scotland, the Netherlands, or Belgium is mentioned, I don't say something about my personal experience there. SHEESH!! HUSH!!!

People Always Sit to My Left

Over the weekend, I went home and got a feather in my hair in a sketchy booth at a Native American festival thing (don't ask, I have no idea). Well, it looks really cute, but it's on the right side of my head and no one has noticed it unless I point it out. This confused me for a while until I realized (as I set on the right side of the room during class) that everyone always sits to my left and I always sit to the right.

That is all.


PS if you want to see my feather, sit to my right.

Artifacts: My Speech for Speech Class.

My name is Emerald Williams and I am from Greenwood, South Carolina. Greenwood is a fairly small city in what we call The Lakelands, but for our size, we have an excellent local history museum. Our main floor exhibits a replica of our early 1900s main street, and we have over 45,000 items in our collection. My job this summer was to go through some of these items we have in our basement and to determine whether or not we have a record of that item, and, if not, to make a record. Most of my work consisted of labeling items as FIS, or Found In Storage. This just means that until we can determine who gave the item to the museum or when it was given, the item is assigned a temporary number. I lost count as to how many items I “bagged and tagged,” but it was more than a few. I only worked for 7 hours a day, for 3 days a week, for 2 months, but in that short amount of time, I learned years of history.

The most fascinating part of my job was re-discovering items that no one had seen in years. Some items were a little mundane, such as a rock or a taxidermied owl. But other items like an old metal hairclip, a cookbook from the 1950s, and medicine bottles intrigue me because these were once someone’s personal belongings. A woman pinned her hair back with this clip while she baked for her family or during her job in a factory making weapons during World War II. Letters and photographs are always interesting glimpses into another person’s life, but actually holding an item through glove protected hands that someone used, really brings weight and depth to their life. Old keys whisper secrets and cracked and rusted cookware fills the senses with home-cooked Southern food. Huge railroad spikes pound away loads of stories in my head.

These artifacts not only represent another era in history, but an era in an individual’s life. Imagine 50 years from now your cell phone is in a museum basement. All of those conversations you had with your mom, those texts you sent to your boyfriend, the photos you shared with your friends, don’t mean anything to the summer intern working in a basement. This summer, my job was to find items, label them, and give them a little history if none could be found. My job was to uncover stories.