Thoughts on Graduation

 ~Mahreen

Senior Year Reflection (in picture form)

This drawing is what i am thinking as my senior year comes to an end. To sum up I am thinking about college, graduation, band, my friends, track, and everything else on the horizon. 

~Sara

the future and beyond

26days and counting...
It is already time to leave my home and to fly by myself. As I picture my life, away from my family, I am unsure of how I will react to the future. I've always been bad at adjusting quickly to the new environment. I could not adjust to the new American society as a 4th grader. I could not adjust to the move during 5th grade. I could not adjust to middle school and I still haven't adjusted to warrenton.
How in the world am I going to adjust to UVA? where most people are strangers and on their own, trying to adjust themselves...
Thank God I am rooming with a faithful friend.
I have so many things I want to do in highschool. I want to do everything. I want to experience my life to the max, until I run out of my life juice.
I now wait til the day i walk across the graduation stage. yelling whatever heck I feel like.

Davy

Summer

Come now please. Take me away from all of this. Wrap me in your sweet arms of sunshine, and whisper softly to me on the breeze. Wash me in the waves. Fill me with the sounds and smells of freedom. The time is now. Come. Come. Come.

~Anna

The End

This is my last post for the year 2011, probably forever, because the world is going to end in 2012.  The Mayans said so... The End

anna

A great person to have around
Not a downer
Nor a party pooper
Anna is the best

Going Our Seperate Ways in the Sea of Life

Farewell

~Emily

Graduation

All things have a beginning and an end.
The sun rises and sets to mark each day.
Influences cannot overextend
The boundaries they’re given in any way.
Nothing can last, not even high school years.
Graduation ends the experience
And is greeted with the heartbreak and cheers
For the successful college admittance.
As the names are called and the caps are thrown,
The graduates laugh and cry, happy to
Be done, but sad and scared of the coming
Years away from home. Time to say adieu
To the Fauquier familiars are numbing.
For a flower in morning sunlight thrives,
And with the fading sunset wilts and dies.

~Emily

Story of a Girl

I drew this picture, put it on the computer and used photoshop to color it. This was my first time i have ever used photoshop. I am very proud of my creation.

~Sara

Do You Do The Doku?

Something I like to do

Is those puzzles, called Sudoku

I do them every night

I do them every day

My brain puts up a fight

Until "Victory!" I can say

I race against the clock

And against a number block

But when I finish

I feel oh so smart

The Queen of the world

Until another puzzle I start.

 ~Anna

Senioritis

As the number of days dwindles to conclude my senior year at Fauquier High School & Mountain Vista a sense of jubilation takes over my mind.  I am just now realizing how fast these four years have passed.  It seems just like yesterday I was sitting in my biology class as a sophomore and saying to myself “Senior year seems like it will never come.”  Many of my high school experiences will remain with me forever, but there are a few I wish I had never had.  I was called to the principal’s office for the first time ever in my school career for painting my football number, with many other members from the football team, on the sidewalk next to the senior rock; we received Saturday detention for so called "vandalism" .  I have never beat Liberty High School in football the past four years, most recently losing on a questionable decision by the referees.  I am sure these two experiences will make great stories twenty or so years down the road, but the bitterness I felt at the time of each event still remains with me as I leave high school. 

After graduation I hope to use the education I received in high school to excel in college.  I can’t wait to pursue football in college as well.  Senioritis has hit me hard, but hopefully I will make it, all in one piece, to graduation.

~Garrett



Davy's future...

I’ll make a Man out of you

39days left of this prison. HOLLA FORREALSSS
Now that I am thinking about living out there in the real world I’m almost scared and happy at the same time. I’m gonna be a wahoo next fall and it’s pretty darn exciting.
I’m gonna be rooming with my best friend from middle school. It’s couldn’t work out any better.
But first. I’m gonna have to really grow up to be a man. I GOTTA BE A MAN in college so I can live it out forreal :)

Photo Contest Winners!!!

As this contest comes to a close, we at the blog team would like to thank everyone for their wonderful entries!

And the first place goes to:

by Margy, a junior from the Warrenton Campus

Second Place goes to:

by Drew, a junior from the Warrenton Campus

Honorable Mentions:

by Kendra, a junior from the Middletown Campus

by Malec, a junior from the Warrenton Campus

Other Entries:

by Tiffany, a senior from the Warrenton campus

by Kelsey, a senior from the Middletown campus

by Lea, a senior from the Warrenton campus

Dog Boy!

 

                                                                                                                                                        ~Anna

Photo Contest!!

Send the best photo you've ever taken to mvgs.ramble@gmail.com! All entries need to be submitted by 11:59 PM on March 29th! When you submit your picture, please include your name, campus, and grade! The winner and 5 runner ups will have their photo displayed on the blog. The Grand Prize winner will get to choose a giftcard, and the top runner up will also get to choose a slightly smaller giftcard.

When I Ping I Pong and When I Pong I Ping

~Photo Credit: Davy Ahn

Photoshop Wonders

I made this. All by myself.

I started my first Photoshop tutorial with a fresh blank canvas. I was curious to see if it was possible to actually create something out of nothing. After lots of hard work--success! 

I created my own vanity license plate!

~Amy

Dolls

Here are some dolls I made.  The first is crocheted, and the second two are clothes pins, yarn, thread, and toothpicks.

~Emily

Pandora's Dream

I sit on the cool floor, calm…waiting. I taste the silent seconds, rolling them around in my mouth. I sit silently, eyes closed, listening to the sound of nothing. I am not lonely, only alone with myself, begging myself to stay still and not open my eyes. I don’t know why, but I know that I must not move.

What is out there? I wonder. Just a peek, just a little peek. What could possibly happen? I know that now that the thought has leaked into my brain, I won’t be able to get it out of my head, less it drives me blind. I crack open an eyelid. A gust of wind strong enough to knock the wind out of me hits me like a train. I am not thrown back though. Instead, the wind pushes me forward, towards the blackness. Then the whispering begins.

The whispers slither into my ears and through my open mind, possessing and caressing me. They urge me forward, whispering all the way. I can’t understand what’s being said, but the whispers are soft and soothing. I feel as though I am in a dream, floating on the breath of whispers. Something touches me, pulling me out of my dream. I whip my head to the side and look around me. I can’t tell what is there at first, but I see movement. Finally I realize what they are. Bodies. Creatures. Slowly reaching out to grab me. Whispering. They are barely moving, as though they are chained down by some imaginary force. I’m scared- terrified. I want to go back, back to the silence, to the safety. I squeeze my eyes shut. Cool, clammy hands run down my legs and arms and grab my hands and ankles. They force me to move forward, even though all I’m trying to do is turn around. Then, all at once, they freeze, holding me in place. The whispers stop. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought I was alone. I slowly open my eyes. There is something in front of me.

It is a box. A small box, almost like a jar. Colors swirl all around it, glowing. Reds, blues, purples, and yellows move all along the box, even past the edges of it. I stare at it for what seems like hours. Suddenly, the whispers start again. The creatures start pulsating, along with the glow of the box, along with the beat of my heart. I feel my hands being released and gently pushed forward, towards the box. I take control of my hands and move them up more, closer and closer to the box. The whispers get louder. I put my hands on the lid. I feel it move underneath me, as though it’s alive. The creatures are pulsating faster, whispering to me, touching me all over. I’m terrified again, but temptation has gotten the best of me. I open the lid. 

~Amy

VEX- Ed the son of Ned

The Performance

            It was cold and dark. The stars were gone, and even with the sharpest knife you could not cut through the black. We sat on the ruins of the once powerful, but fallen, Napoleon, waiting. We wait for her, patiently, and with a great sense of anticipation. While she is still a long way off, we can see her beauty. She dances towards us, slow, steady, painting the walls as she goes. Oranges, reds, pinks, and the palest blues are the colors she chose, bringing to life everything she touches. She does not come to us alone, bringing with her sounds and smells. The rooster begins its crowing when she gives him her subtle signal, the birds sing as she peeks into their nests. The sight and sound of a fish jumping merrily to greet her are brought to us on a cool breeze. My heart begins to race, and I refuse to blink. She’s so near, closing in on us and I dare not miss the finale. I breathe in, drawing her into every fiber of my being. Out, and yet she stays with me. So close now, I am blinded by her radiance and elegance. She looks me straight in the eyes, lifts her brush, and begins to paint my face. Warmth and color wash over me; she steps back and twirls away. With a running start she goes for the grand finale, leaping off the edge of the fort. She does not fall. She does not fail. Stuck there in the sky she has finished her morning ritual. My heart beat slows as I applaud her magnificent performance. As we walk back to town I can’t help but feel that it was a special show just for me; a sunrise all my own.~ Anna

    

the Descent

                Standing at the top of the towering mountains the bottom of my board moistens, like a salivating dog expecting a biscuit, ready to carve its imprint into the untouched slopes. “Click, Click, Click, and a Snap” I tighten my bindings until the flow of blood rushes away from my feet.  My heart rate races as the adrenal glands release epinephrine in preparation for the descent.  A red tint from my goggles deters the suns attempt to blind me.  The slight traces of water vapor leaving my mouth quickly vanish right before my eyes.  Gravity begins to slowly pull me down the hill and eventually I give in.  In a matter of seconds I am plummeting towards the earth.  Shifting my weight back and forth I begin to make S’s in the soft powder, shattered snow left in my wake.  The screeching of ice against the edges of my board breaks the serenity of the mountain.

                Silence… I begin to travel through the air fluttering my arms in an effort to regain balance.  Seconds pass as I visualize the landing, bending my knees to absorb the impact.  “Thud” I stomp the landing and come to as quick a halt as my momentum will allow.  

Looking back up the mountain I see what I have done.  The undisturbed slope has been altered.  Only I can tell the difference as the snowflakes continue to fall.  Soon my path will be covered erasing any traces of disturbance, but I know the truth.   

~Garrett

ShowTime!

I was backstage and show time was almost here. Ten more minutes. Counting down the time. Always looking at the clock. The nerves were running through my veins. I was whispering my first lines, which happened to be a song, all the more reason for my nerves. Acting was the easy part but singing? That was hard. At least I wouldn't be alone. Seven more minutes. Everyone was running around finding their props, throwing on their costumes, looking for microphones. It was chaotic backstage. I had always thought a play ran so smoothly, the way it looks from the audience is nothing like from backstage. Backstage was a whole new world. And being an actress was so much different than just working the technology backstage. five more minutes. It built up your nerves, messed with your mind. what if I forgot the words to a song? Or my lines? i never had to worry about that when I ran the power point projector last year. Even the skits I did in drama were just skits, easy to memorize. This on the other hand was an entire play! Three more minutes. Most people are in their palces at this point. The director is talking to the audience about the musical. Breathe, that's all I had to do. Control my nerves so my voice wouldn't shake. 3...2....1.....lights up and go!

~Sara

Playground Adventure

    There's nothing but sunshine, blinding with its perfection, lighting the world in a marvelous array of colors.  The sky has never been a more energetic blue, or the grass a more vibrant green.  Yet, all this is nothing compared to the miracle staring me in the face.  My vision is consumed with primary colors mightier than any artist's pallet.  Brilliant crossbars and steadfast support structures jut from the ground forming a majestic cartoon castle come to life.  The wind brings the smell of freshly cut grass, flowers, and trees to my nose and the rich sound of laughter like wind chimes to my ears.  It teases my hair and greets my face with butterfly kisses, daring me to take off.  My mouth dries with a thirst quenchable only by the exertion of my muscles, to run, to jump, to climb, and to fly.  Tearing my gaze from the glorious sight before me, I catch my mother's eye.  Perched on the pinnacle between attaining my dream and having a glass door slammed closed on my hopes, I wait for an agonizing moment in time.  My mother smiles, love in her eyes.  She nods, and I'm running without a backwards glance.  In the humid air, my body's buoyant as a red balloon.  My feet have wings.  I'm blind to everything around me; I see only my destination.  The laughter is louder.  My legs move faster.  The colors are brighter.  I'm at a full sprint.  I've reached my fantasy, the playground.

~Emily

Vingette

An ordinary student walked into a country unknown to him. He was scared and afraid but curious of what this country had to offer. He felt the stares of the native people on the back of his head. He felt as if he was unwanted. So, he started to doubt himself, “Why am I here? Can I do this? Am I capable?”, but somewhere deep down in his heart, there was mild spring of courage that kept him walking into the realm of the unknown.

Chad is a poor country, but it captured the student in utter bliss. The children, even with their illnesses and needs, were blooming smiles that could only come from pure happiness and the appreciation of life, something that the student never experienced. Because of this, the student became attached to them and enjoyed every moment in their presence.

When the last day of his journey arrived, the student realized that he has fallen in love with the children of Chad. He promised to himself that he would live and learn for them. So that one day, he could return, able to heal their injuries and fill their needs.

The once ordinary student finished the walk as a man with determination and motivation to learn and to love.

What makes a football...a football.

~Garrett

Harry Potter Wands

Made out of PAPER!

~Emily

Ode to Speedo

Ode to Speedo

Your child so small

With a teeny, tiny hat

Began to form in you a ball

Of jealousy, fat cat

You became so enraged

That out you struck

Hissing your pain

No longer able to keep it caged

Kitten in a Tiny Hat had no time to duck

Tell me Speedo, what did you gain?

 ~Anna

a few seconds

a few seconds in the past.
there was a girl

and there was a boy
these two human beings did not know each other too much
knew just the face
knew just the name
a few seconds passed.
now present
there is a girl
and there is a boy
these two human beings have known each other for a few seconds
more than just the face
more than just the name
a few more seconds passed.
there is no girl
there is no boy
these two human beings are no longer

but their love, their relationship remains

a few seconds in the past.

Davy.

3D Art

~Sara