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As many of you know I am adopted. It isn’t something I really talk much about. I was adopted when I was 5 days old. My birthmother was 14 and my birthfather was 16 when I was born. As soon as I was born I was taken away from her and sent to my cradle care family. Debra and James Baker were the chosen family to adopt me. I have known my whole like that I was adopted and I truly think it’s a great thing. I was St. Elizabeth’s second child to be adopted. I was given to my parents in Hays Town’s house. He was the person who funded this organization and had a major interest in me. When you think about it, my birthmother gave the greatest gift of all. She gave the gift of life. She realized that the Baker’s could give me a better life than she could. For a 14 year old to realize that proves great maturity on her part. If there was one thing I could tell her right now would be than you. I am so thankful for my adoptive family and what they have done for me.

I think about my birthparents every day. I ask myself over and over again many questions. What do they look like, where do they live, what do they do, are they still together, and the list goes on and on. I have been told my whole like that since I have a closed private adoption that I had to be 18 to meet them and both parties had to agree to meet. Well our recent talk from the Quinn family sparked my interest in getting in contact with my birth family. I gave St. Elizabeth a call and it turns out I can pursue meeting them now. So it is a long process I have to go through. I had to meet with a social worker that works with St. Elizabeth and a therapist so they can evaluate me and see if I am mentally ready to meet them and if I want to meet them for the right reasons. It is hard for people who are not adopted to understand how emotional this is. I mean there are so many questions that are just on replay in my mind one of witch is do I have any blood siblings out there, and where does my birth mom live? For all we know she could work at Episcopal and I don’t even know it. Well anyway they agreed that I am ready to start. So now the search begins. It is always a question of can they find them and do they want to meet me. And also a major question is if they do reach them how do they bring about the subject. St. Elizabeth can’t just call her and say your son wants to meet you. Can you imaging after 17 years getting that call. I would probably break down. There are also many ways if she does agree to meet  me I would want to go about doing it. I have decided that I want to send her a letter in the mail. It would just be a little bit about me and a little bit about what I want to get out of this. If she accepts that I would then send her a scrapbook of my life. (I have actually working on this for quite some time). Over time I want to eventually meet face to face. I am very nervous but excited at the same time. This is something I have been thinking about my whole life and the fact that the day is near is crazy. The search begins Monday February 16, 2009…. This is a journey and a true pursuit of knowledge. 

there once was a boy

that boy was poor 

that boy had a dream

that boy wanted to know

to know the meaning of life

who wanted to know what was out there

to know how

to know where

he wanted to find it

to find that was the questiong

he didnt know what he wanted to find

was it a sword

was it a crown

or was it knowledge?

yes that was it 

a search for wisdom 

room to grow, room to change

the boy wanted to change

the boy wanted to make change

the boy wanted to change the ways…

(tone is kinda like fiddler on the roof)

So last week we spent the first few days working in groups breaking down parts of Perceval into different categories like courtly love, journey, quest, etc… We followed Campbell’s steps to a heroic journey. After we finished our big sheet we then had a discussion led by Mrs. Duke (these are my fav!). We then got to hear Mrs. Duke do some singing for us and that was quite lovely! We had a vocab test where we were told to pick a song that represented the definition of the words. I had great fun doing that. We were then given Canterbury Tales (witch we are starting in the next few days). We were given an assignment where we are to create our on quest following the steps to a heroic journey. this is to be a contemperary piece and incorprate what we have learned from Beowulf and Perceval. We went deep into the background of Perceval like we do with all of our reading and studied the culture of that time period. We also did some research in class on our new era and i cant wait to see how Dukey ties that into all that we have been learning. 

French Kiss

Quester: Meg  

Destination: France 

Stated Reason: In search of her fiance who went to Paris for business and found much more (a new woman) 

Trials: Meg meets a romanic hot frenchman 

Real Reason: Does she really love her fiance or has she fallen for this new man. 

Overboard

Quester: Goldie, she is in search of her history and memory

Destination: her old life (on a yatch) 

States Reason: she fell off her boat one night and lost her memorie, a man finds her and tells her she is his wife and that they have 3 kids. 

Trials: she has to cook, clean, and live a lower class life.

Real reason: she realizes that she doesnt need all the fancy things in life to be happy, and does she want her old life back?

Nemo

Quester: Nemo’s dad and Dori

Destination: Sydney, Australia 

stated reason: his son was taken by a scuba diver. 

Trials: Nemo is a gift for the dentist’s niece and she has killed every fish she has gotten in the past. 

Real reason: Nemo wants to go home and be with his dad. 

Can you believe that ring day is next week. It seems like yesterday i was walking into my first day of high school. Freshman year. The most awkward year of all. It seemed like high school would never end. And i remember all the people saying time would fly, and they were right. High school is almost over. it is almost time to face the real world and become independent. It scared the heck out of me to think in just a year and a half i will be living on my own possibly in a different country. Kids these days are in such a rust to grow up; but me i am just having fun being a kid. Think about it. When we are old, we have jobs to worry about, bills to pay, and things to watch out for. Being an adult is cool but being a kid is great. We need to just have fun and enjoy these last few months. senior year will be great and crazy. i cant wait!!!