Past few months, I've slaved like- well- a slave, on the computer, trying to get my project done for NHD. What is NHD? National History Day, an America-wide competition that teaches history to students from Grades 6-12. Basically, they give you a theme, and you choose a topic relating to it, and make a project on it, like a website, exhibit, documentary, performance, and research paper. I chose the website, meaning literally days worth of staring at a computer scene and frantically searching for little pieces of information that seem to elude me with every click of the search button. But I have to say, I've really, really enjoyed it and now I know my topic, Symbol of Revolution: The Legacy of Joan of Arc, inside out so feel free to ask questions on her and her legacy in the comments below, and I'll try to get back to you on it. Have a look at the finished product below:
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Anyway, this Wednesday, I went (for the very first time) on a plane with my school. It wasn't that different from regular plane rides with my family, just a lot louder and taking a lot longer to get through check in, immigration, etc., since we had these HUMONGOUS exhibits that we had to take too.We arrived at around 11, Jakarta time. Our hotel room (between three girls) was humongous! A suite, with a kitchen, mini bar, living room, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the whole package. We set several alarms on my iPod and then collapsed, knowing we would have to wake at like, 5:30 the next day. At the contest in Jakarta, everything was frenzied, and it took me fifteen minutes to get to the room I was supposed to go to. There I was the first one called for judging and my marks were terrible. Kind of. No superiors at all. Three almost-superiors, but two almost-failures. There, I gratefully escaped, with no hopes for the awards ceremony that afternoon.
77086413.nhd.weebly.com
Anyway, this Wednesday, I went (for the very first time) on a plane with my school. It wasn't that different from regular plane rides with my family, just a lot louder and taking a lot longer to get through check in, immigration, etc., since we had these HUMONGOUS exhibits that we had to take too.We arrived at around 11, Jakarta time. Our hotel room (between three girls) was humongous! A suite, with a kitchen, mini bar, living room, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, the whole package. We set several alarms on my iPod and then collapsed, knowing we would have to wake at like, 5:30 the next day. At the contest in Jakarta, everything was frenzied, and it took me fifteen minutes to get to the room I was supposed to go to. There I was the first one called for judging and my marks were terrible. Kind of. No superiors at all. Three almost-superiors, but two almost-failures. There, I gratefully escaped, with no hopes for the awards ceremony that afternoon.
