This one was written ten years ago, way back in middle school! I think Mini Maria was a little cheesy… 😉
The King of Cheese by Maria Ferguson
This is a story about the King of Cheese. That’s why it is entitled “The King of Cheese.” If it wasn’t about the King of Cheese, I might have called it “Unicorn Pastures” or “A Day at School.” However, this story is about a king, a mouse, who rules over cheese (quite literally, in fact).
I just noticed today is my one-year WordPress anniversary! I feel a little silly acknowledging it since I haven’t posted in forever, but my best (and pretty much only) blogging happened last summer, so I’m hoping to pick up where I left off starting ASAP.
So, yes, I’m still alive, still an engineering student (one year left for undergrad, woooo!), still a writer, still not sure what I want to do with my life. I wrote a great paper on wingsuit flying for my technical writing class that I should post on here. Designing wingsuits would maybe potentially be my dream job…but I digress.
On my one year blogoversary, I do hereby vow to revive my writing and thereby Behold the Infinite this summer, and take advantage of the time while I have it! I’ll be taking an intensive Russian course just for funsies for most of it, but that should inspire more writing, not replace it, right? Да!
So с днём рождения to my blog, hello again, world, and I hope to be seeing more of you very soon!
Hello everyone 🙂 I probably won’t get a chance to write for real until winter break, but I hope you’ll come back after the drought.
Being a humanities-oriented person in engineering school is a thoroughly unpleasant experience. I’m so curious to see what I think of my decision to pursue engineering after it’s all over. Right now, I think I was an idiot, but I’ve gone back and forth on this a lot, so we’ll see.
I’m taking 18 credit hours of engineering classes, I’m absurdly overloaded and overstressed, and if I do really well for the rest of the semester, I’ll still get my first C I’ve ever gotten in a class. Two of them, in fact. So basically I’m just looking forward to it all being over.
Anyway, I’ll stop being depressing and just post a depressing poem 😉
HEY EVERYBODY! It’s me! Yes, really me! Not Mini Me or distracted poet me or vague scheduled posts me, but me writing, here, now, to you, for you.
First off, I’m SOOOOOORRY. This whole blogging while in college thing is really hard, so props to those of you out there who somehow manage to keep it up. I’m amazed and inspired by you.
I’ve been trying to keep things going here, and I’ve managed to put out a post or two each week, but based on the major dropoff in readership I think my efforts may be a bit lackluster. My first day of classes was August 25th, so I’ve officially been in school a month now. It SUCKS. I’m taking six classes, 18 credits plus a one-credit audit (if you count the audit, seven classes) and I’ve already flunked at least one exam. I actually should be studying for my fluid mechanics exam RIGHT NOW, but I wanted to check in with you all and say hello in person, so to speak.
Anyway. School is crazy stressful and I want to write more, but reposting old work (mini-me’s) and typing up the occasional poem I write in class is about all I’ve been able to manage. I would like to do more, but I’m struggling. I’m 75% finished with the story of my orientation weekend, so hopefully that will come along soon, with more stories to follow.
I’ll admit, this is partly an attempt to make sure I post at least once a week, even when I’m swamped by school and have no time to write. My first day of classes — that is, the day I start taking Mechanics I, Fluid Mechanics, Thermodynamics, Computer-Aided Design, and Engineering Math A and B — is August 25th, and I only have a week left before I ship off across the country. I want to keep blogging. Nay, I SHALL keep blogging. But just in case, I’ve invented my own version of Throwback Thursday: Mini-Me Mondays.
Each Monday (or so I hope), you’ll hear from a special guest writer. I’m bringing in the cavalry here, guys, and you know the coolest part? It’s still ME.
Most of the pieces will be pre- high school, I think, although anything that seems juvenile enough and tickles my fancy will probably make its way here eventually. I might publish it raw, with just a date to specify exactly when in the prehistoric era I wrote it. I might polish it up. I might comment on it. Anything’s possible, really. You never know what might happen when you start tinkering with time travel. First Mini-Me Monday is projected to take place in three days…see you in the future!
When I started my blog, I made my username “beholdtheinfinite” to match the blog title, and I saw no reason to display a name different than that one. When I started my blog, I didn’t know whether this day would ever come. Well, hold on to your hats, folks, because
TODAY IS THE DAY.
Oof. Gimme a sec. My heart is going a mile a minute. In. Out. In. Out. Breeeeathe. In. Out. In. Out.
I’ll admit I liked the mystery. Still do. I got a little surge of sadistic pleasure anytime I saw a Very Inspiring Blogger Award nominator struggle with the fact that there was no name to accompany the blog. Just…infinity.
Now, you’ll notice, the author name under the blog posts has changed. There hasn’t been a change of ownership, don’t worry. It’s still me. But now I have an actual name.
It’s not my real-world name, although it’s based on it. I couldn’t unveil the mystery that completely. But it’s a name, and it’ll do for now.
For the record, Virtual = Imaginary. Blog = Diary. Tour = Peeking. I realize you probably didn’t need me to spell it out for you, but please don’t be insulted. I just have a compulsive need to clarify sometimes.
Anyhow, even though I don’t accept awards, I decided to go ahead and do the blog tour because I desperately needed an excuse to write. I’ve been seeing several other bloggers’ posts about writer’s block — the “I don’t know what to write, so I decided to write about how I don’t know what to write” ones — and I was just about to resort to that myself when Ms. Amelia Groves of “Putting Words Together”-chestershire (say it all together, fast — it works in my head) asked me to answer a few questions. Why not, said I!
The best thing to do after a 9-hour flight and 12 hours traveling? Get on another plane.
I called my mom during my layover and reported that I hadn’t slept, and wasn’t planning on it during the next leg. That way, I’d arrive in the San Francisco airport ready to sleep off the journey.
Ten minutes into the five-hour transcontinental flight, my head hit the tray table and I fell fast asleep.
I woke to the crackling speaker and the captain’s voice “…landing in San Francisco, about 11:30 pm local time.”
What? I’d slept through the whole flight? Oh glorious day!
I decided to make a celebratory trip to the bathroom to stretch my aching muscles before they turned on the seatbelt sign and prepared the cabin for landing. While I waited for the little indicator light to turn green and vacant, I asked the woman behind me if she knew how long it would be until we landed.
“Well, he said 11:30, so however long it is from now until 11:30, I guess,” she hazarded.
“Yeah…I just don’t know what time it is…” In other words, your response is entirely useless.