New Moon, Midnight Showing....

Last year the wonderful Kelly Burton organized a Twilight party for the midnight showing. It was amazing. This year Kelly has done it again.

With boat loads of homework, Sarah and I drove over to Kelly's house for the New Moon party. We watched Twilight and hung out with a ton of friends.

Kelly decorated her house for the occasion...red carpet and all.

Sarah and Shayna with their vampire fangs.

I have never, and will never, read the Twilight books. But I am always willing to stay up till 4am to watch the movies. It being a school night I was dreading the fact that I had 2 hours to sleep before getting up and going to school. I missed first period and I had planned on "missing" second period to get in some more sleep and to try and study for an up coming test. I called it my "rebel" day. But before I could fully experience my rebellion, I had to tell a past teacher of mine about my midnight adventures. After I had shared my thoughts on New Moon, she asked me what class I was supposed to be in. I knew I was caught. She gave me the you-should-be- disappointed-in-yourself talk. I gave her the evil eye and said she was ruining my life. What a teenager response, I know. After "slamming" her class room door, I was still determined to live out my "rebel" day with Shayna. I got to where Shayna was and I panicked. I felt so guilty for skipping class. I called my mom to tell her what I had done. She laughed and said it was fine. Then I got a pass to go to my class. The guilt was gone and I felt good about not totally skipping out on my classes. But I did make sure to tell my teacher how guilty she had made me feel. Next time I feel the need to be a "rebel" I'm staying far away from Ms. GiultTrip.

Mooning Mulvey...

Today Sarah and I mooned Mulvey. I totally know what you're thinking, and no not that kind of mooning.We cut out little moons and taped them all over Mulvey's door during school.I had a class first period, so Sarah did the crime for me. I was walking to lunch and Mulvey happened to walk out a door as I passed. The first thing she said was "YOU!" She didnt even stop to say hi, she went straight to accusing me of the vandalization. I was shocked with her accusation. "I was in class first period, so tecnically I couldnt have done what ever you are saying I did to you" I said with innocence....but I garanty she saw the gulty look in my smile. Once again we were in a "fight". I had to confess to the crime in order to get help with a question. If she wasnt a teacher I could go days with out talking to her, it would be a fight I could win.

Anyway, I got some pics, but the lighting was terrible so they're blurry...and whoever took the pictures didn't realize that it would be nice to get the door with the moons in the picture instead of me and the wall. Oh well.

Eggin' the Door

You remember a while back I posted a story about me plastic wrapping Ms. Mulvey's class room? Well, I may or may not have egged her door this time :)

I know what you're thinking, but no...they were paper eggs.

You see, now that I'm not in her class anymore I have the all access pass to pranks on her....and my grade wont be affected one bit.

So, after school on Wednesday Katie and I waited at school till Mulvey left for home. Once again this was quite a wait. Katie and I had to hide under a blanket as Muvley passed us in the hall. Once she was gone we went straight for her door.

The next day I went into Ms.Miller's room to ask for a band aid, which she DIDN'T have. I told her that I had egged Mulvey's door and she looked at me with concerned eyes. I then remembered to say that the eggs were paper ones. She was relieved to find that I hadn't gone too far on the pranks. During the day Mulvey asked if I was the culprit, but I was innocent of course. But at the end of the day I really needed to asked her a question about how to write an essay and before she would answer she asked if I was the vandal. Being concerned for not missing my bus ride home, I instantly said "yeah, sure it was me. Now answer my question." Now that I think of it, I must have sounded a bit pushy...but I wasn't about to miss my bus because of her, for the second time.

I have this great idea for what I'm going to do to her room on the Friday before Halloween.

Da' Blood Drive

Last week some girls at school came up to me and asked me if I wanted to give blood. I took the form, signed it, and forgot about it. It wasn't till Wednesday that I actually remembered and realized what I had done. The blood drive was the next day and I was flippin' out.

Thursday came and I was feeling the butterflies race in my stomach. Thursday, also, happened to be the day that my English class' student teacher was shadowing me the whole day(for college reasons.) I didn't know when I would be pulled out of class for the donation, so she had to watch me freak out all day.

Finally I was tired of waiting so I went up to the blood drive and got in line. When I told them I had been to Mexico that year, they interrogated me to make sure I dint go to any skechy places. After what felt like hours of interviewing, forms, and reading I got the first of the torture. My poor little finger had to be pricked. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I had a pass sent to my friend Shayna's class so that she could come down and hold my hand. I know I'm a wimp. I sat down to get "hooked-up" and right away I couldn't stop laughing. I tend to laugh when I am that nervous. The nurse I had was hilarious. She kept referring to me as the girl she was about to jab with a needle.

For obvious reasons, I didn't watch the needle when it was being "jabbed" into my arm. But Shayna was watching and seeing her face as it was all happening was enough. It turns out my arm decided to squirt the nurse with my blood. I filled a pint of blood in like 5 seconds. I'm a champ. I didn't even feel one bit different when I was done.

I had a great time donating blood, now I'm officially addicted to blood drives. :)

Are The Consequences Worth Being The Favorite Teacher?

I believe there are only a couple of negatives that a well liked teacher has to undergo by the average student. But for the teacher who is...fortunate enough to have me as a "fan", well, they suffer the consequences....daily.

Last week I decided it was about that time in the school year when I needed to do some damage. It took me two days to think of what I really wanted to do to a specific teacher. I thought newspapering her door would be fun. Hmmmm, maybe I could bubble wrap her door.

I stayed up all night contemplating the perfect way to show my "friendship" towards this teacher. Some, or most, of my ideas had to be thrown away do to the consequences I would face if I dared to do them.

Finally, as I was putting Seran Wrap on dinner's left overs, the perfect Plan-of-Vandalization hit me like a truck. I nearly fell over with excitement. Seran Wrapping my teacher's door, it's perfect, so random, so me, I love it. Then I thought oh no, what if while I'm Seran Wrapping her door she comes out and catches me? I had to rethink my plan.

The next day I went into another teacher's class room, Miller, and asked if she would leave her door open for me to get from her room to Mulvey's room during lunch. I told her my plan and she agreed to "forget" to lock her door. However, Miller did have one condition: If I was to get caught, she had nothing to do with it. I said ok and my plan was set.

During lunch I went into Miller's room and waited till I heard Mulvey leave, which took forever. When she was gone I went to the wall divider and attempted to open it. Miller warned me about the difficulty in opening the wall. It took me 10 minutes of pulling on the door before I realized that I should be pushing instead. The door opened and I rushed into action.

The first thing I did was wrap Mulvey's chair. I didn't plan on it being so difficult to Seran Wrap a chair, but it was. As I went from chair to stapler then to the door, I began to get more and more worried that Mulvey might just come back in the room while I was in there. I quickened my pace. Just as I was wrapping her desk I heard a knock on the door. I froze. Because of the glare on the window I couldn't see who was at the door. I was positive that Mulvey was back and there to kill me. My heart was pounding. I prepared for Mulvey to storm in and kill me. I put on an innocent face in hopes that she might fall for the I-just-got-here-and-it-was-like-this-face. I took a better look at the door and I was relieved to see that it was just a student. I opened the door and acted like I was supposed to be in the class room without any teacher. I answered the student's question and shut the door. After the scare, I took out my camera and documented the crime scene. Even when the job was done my adrenaline was rushing. I don't know what I would have done in it was Mulvey at the door.

I went about the rest of my day using the hallways that didn't pass her room to get to my other classes (as a result I was almost late for class.) As the day drew to an end I began to expect the worst for the days to come. I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid her for the rest of the week, especially because I was supposed to get an assignment from her the next day.

Miller was entering Liberty at the same time I was the next morning. I asked her what Mulvey's reaction was. I, finally, was put to ease when Miller said that Mulvey thought it was funny.

I went into Mulvey's room and asked for the assignment. I acted like I had no recollection of what had occurred in the day before. She insisted that I was the culprit, and I persisted to plead innocent. I said "Why do you always accuse me of the things that happen to you, gosh that's not very teacher like. You should be ashamed. You're jumping to conclusions, and you don't even know if I was here yesterday. I want a Lawyer." Well, I didn't exactly say that last sentence, but if I did that would have been a slap in the face. She ended the conversation by saying "Yeah, that's right, we're in a fight!" I left the room smiling. I felt proud of my acting skills.

For all of you who watch The Office, you know about Jim putting Dwight's supplies in Jello. Yesterday, I thought it would be a good idea to put a whole apple in Jello instead of doing my homework. I had never made Jello before. I followed the directions, as much as I felt was necessary. Not thinking about the purpose of a specified amount of water for the specified amount of Jello mix, I put lots of water with a little pinch of Jello mix. I didn't want the Jello color to be too dark for the Apple to be seen. I woke up the next morning to a bowl of red water. Right then I realized my mistake and promised to never attempt Jello again.

I visited with a former teacher from Poynter this past week, and shared the Seran Wrap incident. He gave me some new ideas for what I could do next. Now all I have to do is buy a boat load of balloons.

Can you die from being plastic wrapped? Let's find out!

David Arrington came over last week and thought it would be fun to plastic wrap a person. When David proposed this idea, jokingly, I jumped in excitement. I had no clue what I was getting myself into, only that it sounded very fun. David had a large plastic bag and a vacuum with him. I got into the bag and closed it over my head. At this point your all thinking "What! Lizzy is stupid enough to close herself into an air tight bag?" To answer your question, YUP I'm that smart. As you can determine for yourself, my stupidity often leads me into life threatening situations. Those are stories for another time. Anywho... Sarah was next to the bag at the time, so she reminded me of my need to breath oxygen in order to live. I quickly scanned my memory bank of Biology class, which confirmed Sarah's comment on me needing oxygen. However, now that I think of it, I'm pretty sure Sarah took her sweet time before advising me that I needed to live. Hmmmm... I'll have to speak to her about that. Once I got my neck out of the bag David started the vacuum. My lungs were instantly compacted from the sucking force of the evil vacuum tube. I felt as if the vacuum and bag where destined to take my young life from me. I repeated many times, as you can hear in the video, "Okay, Okay Ouch!" But for some odd reason no one seemed to believe me when I cried for my lungs to be restored to normal size. I now know what Mercutio must have felt when he called out "A plague o' both your houses!" yet no one believed him as he was clearly dying. As I think of it Mercutio was, as I was, surrounded by friends and family that claimed to love him. After all of my family's enjoyment was over they began to pump air into the bag. Once the bag released its suffocating grip on my body, I pushed my way out. Because of my lack of good memory the video and my story may not match completely, but this is how I choose to remember my life threatening event...if you have a problem with this, deal with it! :)

After I had my turn being plastic wrapped, Sarah thought it would be fun to take a whack at it. I could have been the caring, loving, wonderful sister that I am and said "Getting the air sucked out of a bag while inside hurts very bad. I don't think you should risk your life for my enjoyment." But I decided to let Sarah learn a lesson from what she was about to experience. The lesson I intended for her to learn was, when Lizzy says "Okay, Okay Ouch!" you should know to translate that into "Oh boy, this hurts. If you could help me out by turning off the vacuum that is slowing killing me, I would really appreciate it, thanks." I'm pretty sure she learned her lesson. Her finger got hurt pretty bad. But I show no sympathy for the injury that she brought upon herself. ;)

One more thing you should notice...David kept Sarah in pain for less time than he kept me in pain...hmmmm, this is something you should all hold against him if you ever get the chance to plastic wrap David.

Saturday Market

Ever since my the beginning of my Freshman year of high school I have been wanting to go to the Saturday Market. I never knew Downtown Portland had a Saturday Market till my English teacher told me. If you think about it its kind of sad. A person who just moved here from a different state knew about the Saturday Market and I, having lived here my whole life, never had a clue. Yeah, the sayings true, I learn something new everyday.

Anywho, I have been planning the perfect time to take a trip to the Saturday Market for a long time. When Mckinna got home from college, a short while ago, I told her just how much I wanted to go. Right away Mckinna ,being the adventurous person that she is, says "How about we hop on the MAX next Saturday?" Just then I got bubbly eyed and said "Really? We can just get on the MAX and go?, But the MAX is where all the Creepers are." Mckinna says "Oh quit being a baby, we're going next weekend."

All of last week I was looking at the calendar counting down the days till I got to go to the one place I had been dreaming of going to for so long. If you are a friend of mine on FaceBook, you probably would know just how excited I was to go by reading my 'Status Updates'. For example, here are a couple of my 'Status Updates' leading to Saturday..."Lizzy Fotheringham is TOO excited for Saturday....I might just pee my pants :-) To make it even more crazy, awesome I just had pancakes and eggs, booyeah!" "Lizzy Fotheringham tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow is only a day away!!!! Gah, i am tooooo excited for Saturday Market!!!!!" " Lizzy Fotheringham I am going to have the best day ever. To start it off I am going to make some pancakes. Saturday Market "Here I Come!".

As you can see I was very ready to go to the Portland. Okay so here's the fun part...pictures!

Me and My Sis

I have come a long way with Sarah in the past year. We used to fight all the time, and we would hate to be around each other for more than an hour. Ya, it was bad, I mean we didn't hate each other we were just two VERY different people.
However, since I have started going to high school with her we hang out all the time. On the days that we have the same lunch period at school we eat together. At church we sit together and laugh about the most random things you could think of.
It was just very recently that I realized my relationship with my sister is the best it has ever been. I was talking to my English teacher, Ms. Mulvey, and she asked a question that I had never gotten before. She asked me how close I am to Sarah, and for the first time I could say "Very close!"
One thing that I have had a problem with is being able to put my trust in people. Many of my friends have lost my trust completely because of things that they have done. It is hard for me to call anyone my Best Friend, because best friends are the ones that you put all your trust in. I could go on and on about my trust issues, but what I mean by bringing this up is that I have realized just who my best friend is. I am happy to say that my sister, Sarah, is my best friend. and that feels good to say.


New Years Eve Party...Fun! 2008-09

I have no clue how old we are here, but we are dead cute.

My Poems

Okay, so my secret got out. By now you have all heard a little something about me and how I wrote poems for a while. Ya, it's true. It all started when my English teacher gave me the assignment of writing a poem for class. I didn't think I would like it, because I'm not the type of person to share what I feel, and we all know poems hold nothing back. But I got really into the words and a couple of my poems turned out okay.


Basically most of my poems have something to do with my mom's past cancer stage. I realized that I had some stuff that needed to be said, so I put it into a creative writing style. I just hope my words are encouraging and some what of a support for others going through challenging situations. Writing these poems helped me to process and accept the past experiences I faced. I am incredibly grateful for my teacher, Ms. Mulvey for helping, understanding, and encouraging me with my poems.


Here are a couple of the poems I've written. (Double click to read the framed ones.)

This first poem was the one I wrote for class. It is shaped in a pink ribbon, because we had to make our poems look like something.



This next poem is one I wrote about what the panic attack I had during school, after hearing about my mom's cancer.

Panic Attack
Like a flood
Fear rushed in
Drowning me with anxiety.
My dam of stress
Crumbled to pieces.
The wave of tears
Consumed me.
The rock in my throat
Made breathing impossible.
I couldn’t stop
My trembling hands.
Questioning faces stared
As I fought for ease.
My eyes searched
For any comfort,
Then it was found
A life line,
Instead of staring
He gave a helping hand.
In time
Tears secede.
But fears from then
Still seep in
Causing tears now.

I wrote this poem as a Christmas for my mom.

She is my hero
She is there
To give me care
Preparing me for the day
When challenges come my way.

She is my hero
Without hesitation
She is my inspiration
Cancer is what she fought
And she lost a lot.

She is my hero
Through thick n’ thin
She helps me win
I would love her to bide
Always by my side
Nothing keeps us apart
Cause we are connected at the heart.

I’ll like her always,
Love her forever,
As long as I’m living
My mom she will be.

This was my second poem.

No Title

Without warning
It starts attacking.
It is the kind
That degrades the mind.
This selfish disease
Puts you to your knees.
If you stand up n’ fight
You will be alright.
You might lose a lot
But give it all you got.
You will have to endure
Till we find the Cure.

I wrote this poem for my English teacher.

Ms. Mulvey
My stress was at its peak
Then you showed me how to speak,
Now I feel
I can heal.
When I need to share
You are there to care,
There is no expression
For my appreciation.
You’ve done a service
That had great purpose,
You help me in a way
I can only try to repay.
For all you do
I say Thank You.

I wrote this poem to show why I wrote poems.

Poetry Is My Providence
I remember the day
When the news came my way,
I didn’t speak breath or cry
I still don’t know why.
I just can’t contain
These feelings that remain
I tried to seek
A way to speak,
Now I’ve found
Something profound.
A way to confess
All of my stress
Now my voice
Has the choice
To speak
What I think.
Free is my mind
Never again confined
I say with confidence
“Poetry is my providence.”

Thanks for reading!

Go Hawkeyes!!!

Today was the day that I planned on looking up colleges for fun. I wanted to see what I would have to do to get a scholarship. I also wanted to see what college would be good to go to if I for sure wanted to be a teacher.

I first looked up University of Utah. Their web site is crazy hard to find anything on. Although I really do like the honors program they offer, their college does not appeal to my liking. Anyways... I then looked up the obvious, BYU. I never have been able to picture myself going to BYU. I will leave that college for Sarah to go to. After an hour or two of looking at colleges, I thought to myself "Maybe I should look up University of Iowa. After all, my English teacher went there, and she seems to have liked it." Okay, so then I Googled it and I went to the school's site. I looked around and I checked out their major options and tuition costs. At this point I really liked the U of Iowa. After researching their Alumni comments, I took a look at Iowa's Fight song. At the first moment of hearing the song I fell in love.

Sorry to all my fellow U of U friends that I told I would go to Utah for college. Sorry Melissa and mom for not wanting to go to BYU. I love the scenery around Iowa's campus. I especially like the river near by. Ya it would be a long flight home for the holidays, but Iowa is worth it. All I have to do now is buy a whole lot of Hawkeye fan wear, and load up on my Iowa history. I can see it now, Lizzy Fotheringham University of Iowa Alumni. I just get chills thinking about it now. Well University of Iowa "Here I come!"

"The Catch"

Capitol One Bowl, Iowa vs LSU.

Truley Great Friends

I love all of my friends and they will always have a special place in my heart. I can name plenty of people that have helped me through my life struggles that I consider to be my friends and heroes. Here are SOME of my friends,heroes,and people who have changed my life for the better: My mom, dad, basically my whole family and cousins, but besides my family members. There is Kaideii homer,Tiffiny law,Jeneal bottama,Mr. Pruss,Mrs. McIntosh, Ms. Stephens,George Raynolds,and Elsie Raynolds, Jen Preece, Missy Cochran, and many more. Those are only some of my friends that have been there for me through thick and thin and have taught me great lessons in life. I can actually add one more person that has really helped me out lately. Who is it? Ms. Mulvey. She taught me how to Speak through poetry.

One of my all time favorite quote is:
"Truly great friends are hard to find,

difficult to leave,

but impossible to forget."

Poem #1

(Dobble click the poem to read it better.)
I wrote this poem for an English assignment.

Starting something new

I was talking to my mom awhile ago about school and she mentioned something funny about my dad. She said "Dad used to be really good at poetry... but then he became a lawyer." HaHaHa! I still laugh about that. Just recently a friend of mine has introduced me to the wonderful world of poetry. At first I thought poetry wasnt for me, but now I love it. I have only written about ten poems so far. I plan to continue writting poems still.
Most people know that I am a very shy person. I don't share my feelings unless it is to myself in a journal. That's just who I am. Ever since I wrote an essay for my English, teacher I have been trying harder to share my feelings about my mom's Breast Cancer. One of the ways I have found to be most effective is through poetry. I like that I don't have to say anything, I can just write it all out in a meaningful way. I have only shared my poems with a few people, and I appreciate the comments that they have said to me about my poems. I guess I could post a poem or two on my blog. Enjoy!