My Childhood Hero
I am a huge fan of a large variety of fantasy worlds, but the fantasy world that had the greatest impact on me was one that I discovered through an old, obscure television series that I saw when I was a child. The series was a fantasy/adventure series called The Secrets of Isis. The fantasy world that existed in the series was so impactful because it gave me, as a young girl, a strong, powerful, intelligent role model to look up to. I actually have trouble finding other people who are familiar with The Secrets of Isis, but it was a very important part of my early years.
The Most Important Job I've Ever Had
A Tall Order In 2014, I helped inspect the concrete for the largest continuous concrete pour in the world--at least it was when it was completed. I believe the record has been broken more than once since then. I was working as a special inspector in the construction industry at that time. It was my job to ensure that all of the concrete leaving the batching plant I was in charge of met the requirements of the project. I had to monitor the amount of water added and ensure that the inspectors at the building site were aware of how much water they were allowed to add without exceeding the allowable amount.
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Adventures in Homeschooling
Growing up in rural Montana I occasionally heard about kids who were homeschooled. The ones I met were kids who lived on farms many miles from the nearest school, but I’m not sure whether or not that was the primary reason their parents had for homeschooling. I remember having a sense of wonder and fascination about it, though. I daydreamed about being homeschooled myself and being able to avoid all the awkward social interactions and embarrassment of growing up in a small town where everyone knew more about other people’s personal business than they probably should. It seemed like a far-off fantasy at the time, though, because it wasn’t very common back then as far as I knew.
Faerie and Anthony found Eric and Jason in the garden on the way back to the house. It was getting close to lunchtime and Anthony wanted to check on Amanda. She was in the kitchen working like nothing was different from the day before. However, Faerie could see a difference in her eyes and the expressions on her face. Ason leaving had really hurt her.
Who I Am
I was born on the Blackfeet Reservation in northern Montana—the eastern gateway of Glacier National Park. I grew up gathering wild herbs and berries, fishing, trapping, and hunting. I even learned to do beadwork, but it’s been so long since I’ve done it I only vaguely remember how. My parents divorced when I was in middle school and when I was halfway through high school my mother decided to go back to college. So she, my sister, and I moved hundreds of miles away so she could attend college in Billings, Montana.
Amanda brought Faerie some clean clothes to put on, as well as towels to take a shower. After working hard outside all day yesterday and waking up covered in sweat after her nightmare, the shower made Faerie feel like a new person. She knew she still had problems to work through, but she felt like she could start to figure out a way to face them now. She was grateful to have Ason’s family to help her through this time. Even though she had only spent one day on the farm with them she already felt like she could trust them and maybe even depend on them if she needed to.
Trapped Under Ice
Faerie and Ason walked slowly through the village. They couldn’t hold hands, because it would attract too much attention, but their hands would occasionally brush softly against each other as they walked. Each time it happened Faerie felt a jolt of electricity in her body and a swirl of emotions in her stomach. She wanted to kiss Ason again, but that would definitely attract too much attention. Kissing was something people in the Republic simply did not do.