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The dream of a public building for one of the world's most prestigious prices, the Nobel Prize, is becoming a reality. The Nobel Center will be an international meeting place for science, innovation and hope for the future, right in the heart of Stockholm. An architectural competition is currently underway, with entries from both Swedish and international architectural firms. The center is expected to be unveiled in 2018.
More than 200 entries from architectural firms have been submitted for the creation of the Nobel Center. Three finalists have now been selected: Swedish firms Johan Celsing and Wingårdh Arkitektkontor, as well as the German office of David Chipperfield Architects. The winner will be announced in April.
"Magnificent building with grandiose contents"
"The Nobel Center will, regardless of which of the final entries is chosen, become a magnificent building with grandiose contents. It is fantastic to finally make use of Sweden's doubtlessly strongest international brand to strengthen the interest in Stockholm with activities all the year round," says Anders Nylander, member of Nobelhuset AB's Board of Directors. Nobelhuset AB is owned by the Nobel Foundation and has been tasked with building the Nobel Center at Blasieholmen, right in the heart of Stockholm.
The Nobel Center will not just be a place where Nobel Prize winners' stories are brought to life to visitors. It will also be brimming with life and activity, with global science conferences, various collaborations with industry and academia, as well as projects that strengthen and enrich education and research in Stockholm.
"By developing innovative strength in the region, and attracting the international science elite and multinational companies, certainly makes the Nobel Center in Stockholm an even more interesting market for property investors," says Anders Nylander.
Stimulate curiosity and learning
The combination of science, literature and peace will be one of the center's greatest assets.
The Nobel Center will be a modern and accessible meeting place, with public areas for exhibitions, programme activities, scientific conferences, lectures and events all the year round.
One important task for the Nobel Center is to stimulate curiosity and learning among the younger generation, and to be able to complement teaching at schools and higher education. Both teachers and students will be able to gather knowledge and inspiration here.
The Nobel Center will also house the Nobel Foundation and its activities within knowledge building, digital media and research.
The Noble Center is planned to be unveiled in 2018. The cost is estimated to reach 1.2 billion SEK and is primarily being funded through private donations. The activities of the Nobel Center will be supported by the Swedish state and the City of Stockholm.
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back on this windows still cant see it
so alzeimer was right the drive is good , windows is the issue
next up is what make it not work
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well fresh new install and hdd is seen and working like a charm
will see if it still work after windows is all back to sp3 but i dont think it will be an issue
thanks for the help guys
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The Christian Scholars Program helps each student pursue God's calling to be Christ in the world. As servant scholars, students will work beside helpful mentors, develop lifelong friends, think carefully about their life and faith, reflect deeply on the world's great needs, and pursue their vocation through meaningful travel experiences.
- CSP Directions: The summer before their freshmen year, CSP students attend a four-day camp, where they will make new friends, meet faculty and staff mentors, worship, and talk about God's calling.
- CSP Fall Break Retreat: CSP freshmen attend a fall break retreat at Hilton Head for some quality beach time, shared meals, worship, and reflection on vocation.
- A Vocations Course: Sometime during their college career, students will take a 3-credit Vocations course, where they will read scripture and great Christian texts, reflect on vocation, and participate in a spring break mission trip.
- Chapel Service: Each semester, CSP students, will attend 2 chapel services, where they will worship and sing together and encounter God's Word in a powerful way.
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- Domestic Mission Trips: CSP has a long-standing relationship with UrbanPromise, an inner city ministry in Camden, NJ. CSP often leads a spring break mission trip to serve beside and learn about God's work from our friends in Camden.
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To apply, simply download and complete the application below. It includes a Student Application Form and Essay (To be completed by the applicant) and a Christian Mentor's Nomination Form (To be completed by the applicant's mentor). Once the application is complete there are two ways to submit the Application and Christian Mentor's Recommendation forms (Please follow the instructions below):
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CSP students are more likely to pursue degrees in vocational and lay ministry.
Students accepted into the Christian Scholars Program receive an additional $1,000 per year in scholarship.


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Rebekah made not one - but two - trades at the bARTer Sauce show at SideShow studios this summer
Thanks Rebekah! And just because I'm thankful doesn't mean that you'll get out of answering my "interview" questions. Mmmmwwwahahahahhahaha!
Q. How did you hear about The Sauce show? It sounds like you came prepared with stuff to trade. Are you a friend of Nik's?
A. I saw The Sauce show at SideShow. I show my jewelry and other art bits there. I am an aquaintance of Nik's - he's a cool guy.
NOTE FROM THE SAUCE: Nik is a cool guy. Confirmed.
Q. Could you please measure the circumference of the tip of your elbow in centimeters and share the number here?
A. If I did it correctly, 9 cm. (90 mm - my ruler didn't have cm)
Q. What is your favorite way to prepare potatoes?
A. Yes. Potatoes are great however you prepare them.
NOTE FROM THE SAUCE: I think I love you.
Q. Did you ride a tricycle when you were younger?
A. I don't remember. I assume I did.
Q. What made you stop?
A. ??? This makes me want to buy a grownup one now ...
Q. Do you like sharing your feelings or do you bottle it all up inside?
A. Oh, that depends on the feelings, and the audience ... and the day of the week.
Q. Have you ever played frisbee golf?
A. Nope.
Q. Do you have any pets?
A. Yes
Q. How many? What kind and what are their names?
A. Several fish (haven't check the population count lately) Ples, the plecosthamus; the beta things have no names. Two cats, Mija and Annie. Two dogs, Adella and Walter.
Q. How much do you estimate that you spend each year on notebooks and writing utensils?
A. Less than $100
Q. Do you have any especially strong feelings about gum chewing?
A. I feel, therefore I chew.
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Cub Drive-In
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The Cub Drive-In was opened in the early-1960's by H.J. Labat. Capacity was 400 cars.
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Kenmore on December 15, 2014 at 12:32 pm
Found it. The Drive-In was located SE of the town along Bayou LaFourche at the intersection of HWY 1 and Eagle Drive. There is nothing left of the drive-in, but the house that stood next to the entrance is still there. https://goo.gl/maps/nQQpa
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Online MA in TESOL!
First Driving Lesson
Draw a circuit on the board, with a junction and alternative routes, leading back to the main circuit. Put in some hazards, eg hole in the road, traffic lights, pedestrian crossing etc.
Seat students in pairs, facing the board, one playing the instructor and the other the learner. The instructor gives instructions, eg 'Turn right at the lights, slow down a bit, check your mirror' etc. Get the driver to mime these actions.
The 'learner' asks questions, eg 'Shall I slow down? Shall I wait for the bus to move off? Shall I overtake the cyclist?'
Ask the students to roleplay several turns round the circuit. While they are doing this, make adjustments to it, adding more hazards, eg a dog on the road, a crash etc.
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Cameron Diaz Gets Dumped By Alex Rodriguez For Good — So Sad!
The super-fit and sexy couple split — find out why he ditched such a hot movie star!
Cameron Diaz and Alex Rodriguez have called it quits — we thought they were together for the long haul! But it turns out Alex had checked out of their relationship weeks ago.
Alex, 36, had apparently been over Cameron, 39, for a while now, the New York Post reports.
"For weeks he's been trying to get out of the relationship," a source says. "But she has been in denial about it."
The couple had first started dating in 2009, and even though their relationship went through many different levels of commitment, this is said to be the final split.
"They have broken up before and got back together, and who knows if it may happen again," another source says. "But I get the sense that it won't. He was losing interest and is ready to move on. They remain friends and it is amicable. They are career-minded professionals, and they continue to focus on their own priorities. He has had a number of injuries and he wants to stay focused on winning a world championship."
HollywoodLife.com reached out to Cameron & Alex's reps for comment, but no calls have been returned at this time.
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One dead, 30 injured in Quetta blast
The vehicle of ATC judge Nazir Lango was passing through the Nala Tochi, Double Road when it was hit by a blast. The security personnel immediately rushed to the site and cordoned off the road.
According to initial reports, the blast ripped through a remote-controlled device and targeted the judge. Several shops where the blast occurred were damaged and around four vehicles harmed.
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Reader cmonachan asked why
CPropertySheet::DoModal can cause a first-chance exception. This is mentioned in Knowledge Base article 158552. But why take the exception in the first place?
First off, let's take MFC out of the picture. The first-chance exception is coming from the property sheet manager. MFC is just the middle-man.
Okay, so why the first-chance exception? It's not obviously backwards compatibility, since property sheets were new for Windows 95; there was no old property sheet manager to be compatible with.
But yes, it was for compatibility. Not with an imaginary "earlier version" of the property sheet manager, but with real honest-to-goodness dialog box editing tools.
Property sheets are nested dialogs. The styles for nested dialogs must include
DS_CONTROL and
WS_CHILD. What's more, it can't contain styles like
DS_ABSALIGN and
WS_CAPTION which make no sense for child windows. Most of those styles you can convince your dialog box editing tool to add or remove, but
DS_CONTROL is a different story. Since this flag was new for Windows 95, no existing dialog box editing tool supported it.
Okay, so now you're designing a property sheet manager. What do you do with dialog box templates that have the wrong style?
Proposal 1: Don't write any special code. Just create the dialog box on the assumption that the caller set the styles correctly.
The upside of this proposal is that it's the least amount of work. The downside is that if the caller messes up, they just get bizarre behavior (property sheet pages that pop out of the frame, for example) and have no real clue what they did wrong, much less how they can go about fixing it.
Proposal 2: Write special code to detect incorrect dialog boxes and reject them. Okay, well instead of bizarre behavior, the caller just gets nothing. Still not much help.
There's a serious problem with the first two proposals: How do you get people to set the styles correctly if their tools aren't capable of doing it? Fire up the dialog box editing tool you've been using and it won't have a check-box for
DS_CONTROL because your dialog box editing tool was written for Windows 3.1, and
DS_CONTROL didn't exist then.
You might say, "Well, those people will have to upgrade their dialog box editing tools in order to write programs for Windows 95." The problem with that position is that it creates a chicken-and-egg problem. It's 1994. Windows 95 Beta 1 has just come out. A company wants to "catch the wave" and have a Windows 95 version of their program ready on the day that Windows 95 hits the shelves, so they anxiously install the beta, install the beta SDK, they see this cool new property sheet thing so they sit down to give it a shot and... they're stuck. They can't use property sheets because they need the Windows 95 version of Microsoft Visual C++ or Delphi or Turbo Pascal. But those products don't exist yet because Windows 95 isn't out yet. And it's not just the development tools that would need to be upgraded. It's also the translation tools and all the other tools that manipulate dialog box templates.
This isn't an imaginary scenario. The Windows 95 team faced this very problem! In order to use these cool property sheet things, they needed to add the
DS_CONTROL style to their dialog boxes, but Visual C++ didn't support this style since that style existed only in an operating system that hadn't been released yet.
Proposal 3: Write special code to detect incorrect dialog boxes and fix them so that people can start writing Windows 95 programs now.
To fix the dialog box requires modifying the styles, which means modifying the dialog template, and that's where the first-chance exception comes from. When the property sheet manager writes to the dialog template to fix the style, a first-chance exception is raised because resources start out as read-only pages. The kernel catches this exception and write-enables the page, then returns
EXCEPTION_CONTINUE_EXECUTION to say, "I fixed the problem, try it again."
That's where the first-chance exception comes from.
How do you avoid this first-chance exception? Easy. Get your dialog box styles right in the first place. If you get the styles right, then the property sheet manager won't have to fix them. For the record, here are the style requirements for property sheets:
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This actually totally describes me lately. I have homework that I really need to get done (due tomorrow) but I can't seem to find the energy to do it. This isn't usually like me. I am usually a week or more ahead. I have been trying to figure out why I have been procrastinating so much and the only thing I can come up with is that I have been going to school for so long (since 2006) and now that I am so close to being done (within 6 months or so) that I am tired. I am tired of doing school work. The worst part about the whole thing is I still have my dissertation to do. This is going to be a big undertaking and I am just not looking forward to it.
Right now I should be working on my schoolwork but instead I am here…lol. This is quickly becoming one of my happy places that I go to when I have other things that I should be doing. What do you do when you should be doing something else? I would love to hear.
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It was yet another Washington confab where Democrats gathered in a hotel to ponder their prospects. Well-dressed lobbyists milled about–Blue Cross/Blue Shield chatted with IBM, AT&T with MCI WorldCom–and the nation's prominent political journalists kibitzed, waiting for the key moment of the day. In between the usual yada-yada-yada from the podium that December morning, Vice President Al Gore was due to deliver a high-concept speech in which he would unveil the philosophical essence of his presidential campaign.
Gore began with boilerplate, citing his Administration's accomplishments (a "revitalized economy," welfare reform and "tough new punishment" for crime). Then–thud!–the Big Thought landed: "The great insight of our time is the fact of our mutuality, our connection to one another. The old ways that didn't work saw only separate, competing entities…. In this 'us versus them' thinking of the recent past, a vision of the common good struggles mightily–often futilely–to transcend the whole. But transcend we must…. Today, I challenge America to raise that banner with a new 'practical idealism' for the twenty-first century."
"Practical idealism"–that was why Gore must be the next President. He went on to call for saving Social Security, preserving abortion rights, bolstering public education, improving urban planning and resisting restraints on free trade. The man who once idealistically declared, "We must make the rescue of the environment the central organizing principle for civilization," said little about the environment. And his explanation of "practical idealism" was thin: "An approach that recognizes the limits imposed by fiscal discipline, but reaches for limitless new possibilities in our economy, in our schools, in our environment. An approach that applies the values of the past to the amazing opportunities of the future."
After the speech, aides fanned out among the reporters to spin. I asked one to define "practical idealism" without using either word. "Connections and wholeness are fundamentally Gore," she said. "You put yourself in a different position, if you are looking differently, if you are looking at something as a whole." She continued: "How do we make sure the future is affecting us in a positive way? We are rolling into the twenty-first century. We have to be practical"–whoops–"about how we move forward. It is a future-oriented approach."
But where's the "it"? What's the "it"? What happened to Gore's plain-English initiative?
The Gore aide supplied an example of whatever it was she was talking about. Imagine if religious leaders, after-school officials and police representatives met "at the same table" to figure out how to prevent crime. "What Gore does is create the table…. He does this with other issues, too. He gets everyone at the table and focuses on what works. If you're going to make it in the twenty-first century, you have to get to the table." No superhighway. No bridge to the next century. The operative metaphor is a piece of furniture. As for the details, she added, Gore "has two years to do that."


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And by the girls I mean my bust. Losing weight at 38 years old after 3 kids… It has taken a toll on my figure. I bought a corset bra at David's Bridal where my dress is from and being altered, but yikes, I'm seeing how some of the ladies here are looking quite well supported and lefted with a lovely decolletage. I am wanting that too! My dress is below. Being strapless, I think I still need a corset style undergarment, but being a BBW size 18, I need to be able to leave the top of it open, so as not to get the dreaded back cleavage… Any helpful hints? Brands? Thanks!


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Lake Mary Road Work Could Delay Traffic, Impact Campsites
The Town of Mammoth Lakes with Herback General Engineering will be constructing a multi-use path and road realignment in the Lakes Basin and Lake Mary Loop Road from Lake Mary Road to Lake George Road this summer and some campsites and roads might be impacted. Construction is occurring near campsites at the Lake Mary Campground from Monday to Friday from 7 a.m. to 5 p.m. The project area may experience traffic delays, dust from moving equipment, and loud noises, such as jack-hammering, rock removal, and heavy equipment. Work will continue until late October and intermittently affect pedestrian and vehicular traffic. Some campsites will be closed for the duration of this work. For more information contact Jamie Robertson, Assistant Civil Engineer at 760-965-3653.


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Author's Notes: This is a story idea that I took from the glee_fluff_meme. I intended for it to be a fluffy story with Quinn and Rachel as the protagonists, but I just couldn't do it. It's going to be full of angst, because you know what? Rachel went through a lot of shit, and I'm not going to try and mask that. This will be angst, with some fluff along the way. It will be a Faberry story, with side Brittana (because I just couldn't resist), but it will develop into such at a slow pace. It's going to be a bumpy road, but I hope you'll share it with me. I own nothing.
...One more small thing. Some of you might notice the absence of a certain character, but don't you worry. I have big plans for her.
Story Summary: Rachel has had it with the bullying she endures daily at McKinley High, and decides to transfer to start anew. When New Directions gets word of this, the shock of what they've truly lost has set in, and one blonde cheerleader makes it her mission to win the brunette back.
Everyone has their breaking point.
I spent so much time trying to prove to myself otherwise. I tried to tell myself that I was a strong individual who would not under any circumstances give in to the continuous stream of rude remarks directed at me on a day to day basis. I mean, they were just words, right? People often said and did things that were completely unlike them, simply for the attention it won them from their peers. After all, this is high school we're talking about. This is the time when everyone is still trying to figure out who they are, who they want to be, and who they will become. It is a confusing time for many people.
Personally, I've always known who I am, who I want to be, and who I will become.
A star.
I know what people say behind my back when they think that I can't hear them. I'm full of myself, I'm destined to fail. I was born a nobody, and a nobody I shall stay. But they're wrong, I can tell you that much. I have worked incredibly hard for everything that I have achieved. Every medal, every trophy, every plaque. I will let nothing stand in the way of my dreams.
Let them use their cruel words when they know I'm in earshot. I'll do what I have always done; I'll endure. I'll pretend to have heard nothing. When they intentionally bump into me and knock my books out of my hands, I'll pick them up with a smile on my face, telling myself that it was clearly an accident on their part. When they make fun of my clothing, I'll tell myself it's simply because they're jealous that they didn't think of it first. When they tell me that no one will ever love me because of who I am, I'll smile politely and walk down the hallway, trying to hide the tears that make their way down my face.
Enduring is what I do best. I endure their cruelties five days out of the week; I've definitely mastered the art. Each day I pretend that I'm not torn apart by the things they say; they're just words. But what they don't seem to understand is that their 'just words' have consequences. It hurts me more than I could ever voice, and I don't know how much more I can take. Seconds turn in to minutes, minutes in to hours. Hours turn into days, days in to weeks. All this time, I've endured. But everyone has their breaking point, and I recall the exact moment in time that I reached mine.
"Shove it, man-hands. We aren't singing that shitty song, and that's that. I think I speak for everybody when I say sit the eff down."
We were all gathered in the glee choir room, usual spots in order. Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez were sitting in the back. Finn Hudson, Noah Puckerman and Sam Evans in the middle. Mercedes Jones, Mike Chang, Tina Chang and Artie Abrams up front. I, Rachel Berry, was currently standing in the front of said choir room, trying to impose upon my fellow glee clubbers the importance of song selection. As per usual, they refused to listen, and told me directly what they thought of me and my song choice. This time the argument was lead by Santana Lopez, the latina Cheerio with a bad attitude, and an entire collection of cruel quips.
"Santana, song selection is of the utmost importance, and I really believe that none of you realize the severity of the situation, and furthermore-"
"That's enough, Rachel. I think everyone understands what you're trying to say. Go ahead and take a seat."
Before I had finished, I was interrupted by Mr. Schuester's voice that was clearly laced with annoyance.
I begrudgingly made my way back to my seat, attempting to avoid eye contact with everyone. I looked up briefly and met Quinn's eyes, surprised to see a look akin to compassion. As quickly as it had appeared, it was gone in a flash, replaced with her usual stony glare that was reserved especially for me.
I sat down with a huff and crossed my arms over my chest. I was annoyed with all of them, and I wanted it to show. Call it childish if you will, but at that moment I didn't care. Finn glanced over briefly, and sad smile on his face. He may not be most intelligent person on the face of the planet, but there were times when I was sure that he understood how I felt. I sighed once more and attempted to pay attention to what was being said at the front of the room.
"Okay guys, come on. I want song ideas! I know you all have something to contribute, so let me hear it."
I turned to our teacher, an incredulous look on my face.
"Mr. Schuester, I have been trying to share my ideas with all of you for a good part of an hour, and none of you seem to be listening. I'm a natural born star. I think that it's a wise choice for all of you-"
"Just shut up Ru Paul, no one wants to hear you right now. Or ever, really."
Ah, and there she was. The Quinn Fabray that I was familiar with. That person with the compassionate smile had cleared out pretty quickly. Maybe it was just my imagination, and she never really existed at all.
"Quinn, if you would just listen-"
"We all know you're a star Rachel, you make it clear to us everyday that you know way more than we do, and we should all pretty much just keep our mouths shut and let you make all the decisions. To be honest, I'm sick of it."
I was shocked to see Mercedes speaking up. Granted, she wasn't known for being shy, but this outburst was definitely unexpected, and I, for once, was left speechless.
"You're like totally my hot Jew, but sometimes you just don't know when to be quiet."
One by one the glee club members voiced their opinions of me, and I once again felt defeated. Although it wasn't much of a shock, I was disappointed that not even our teacher stood up for me.
"Well, if that's how you all feel. I hope you all have fun choosing your terrible songs without the aid of my professional opinion. If you'll all excuse me, I'll be taking my leave now." I jumped up and out of chair in a dramatic fashion, and stormed out of the glee club choir room, trying to keep my emotions bottled up. The day: Monday. Only four more days to endure.
Though this wasn't the first time that I had thrown a so called 'diva-fit', it is in fact the first time that I have left school grounds following said storm out. I wasn't one to pull acts of delinquency; when things weren't exactly going my way, I would leave the glee choir room and head immediately for the library.
The library itself and its calming atmosphere helped to clear my head, and go through step by step what lead to me rushing out of the choir room in the first place. This time, however. This time was different. Upon my exit, I headed for home immediately. After everything that had been said by the glee club members, I couldn't bare the embarrassment of running into one of them in the hallway. The fact that they could say all of these things to me was just something that I could not comprehend. Had they been thinking all of these things the whole time I was in the club? Were they all just waiting for the day that they could tell me what they really thought of me? Not one bit of it was fair. How dare they gang up on me like that. Why couldn't they just see that I was the glue that was holding them together?
All of it was just too much. I wasn't going to let them deter me from my path to stardom, not for a second. It was at that moment that I decided to put the events of the day behind me, and focus entirely on my future on Broadway. Taking a deep breath, I entered my house, praying that Dad and Daddy would be at work. Though both of them frowned deeply at absenteeism I knew that given the current situation I would be allowed a free pass. I shut the door quietly and crept towards the stairs, almost home free until-
"Rachel, sweetie, what are you doing home? School doesn't end for another two hours."
I sighed softly to myself and straightened my posture, preparing myself to face my fathers. I knew I couldn't possibly lie to them, but telling the truth would hurt too much.
"Hello Dad, hello Daddy. Wonderful weather we're having, isn't it?"
Dad leaned forward in his recliner and clasped his hands in front of him. Daddy raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Honey, would you like to explain to us why you aren't in school?" Well, no, I really didn't, but they weren't giving me much of a choice.
"I just...wasn't feeling well, that's all. I figured that it would be best to simply walk home, as opposed to having the school nurse call both of you and interrupt whatever it is you were doing at the time."
Dad leaned back in his chair and smiled softly. "I'm sorry you aren't feeling well, Rachel. But I want you to know that anything that concerns the health of our baby girl will never, ever be an inconvenience. Head up to your room and lie down now, alright?"
Daddy and Dad smiled knowingly at each other as I headed upstairs, thoughts of burying myself in my comforter swarming through my mind.
"I'll handle it this time."
Not even a minute after I jumped beneath my covers, I heard a soft knock on my door.
"Come in." My voice was barely audible through my sniffles.
Daddy walked through the door, shut it gently, and sat beside me.
"You want to tell me what really happened? I know that you weren't sick; with the amount of vitamins that you take daily, coupled with your strict diet regimen and vigorous work out schedule, any sickness would be a fool to try and come knocking at your door."
I laughed softly and sniffled once more.
"It was just...school. Glee club, more specifically. Today's practice didn't exactly go the way that I thought it would."
Daddy took my hand in his and nodded for me to continue on.
"They hate me, Daddy. Every single one of them has nothing but contempt for me. All I wanted to do was share my song ideas, because I know that I chose only winning song selections, but none of them would listen to me, even Mr. Schuester, our teacher, for crying out loud, would not listen to me, and then Finn smiled at me, but didn't stand up for me, and then I saw something in Quinn's eyes that wasn't her normal show of disgust, and don't even get me started on Santana-"
"Breathe, baby girl, breathe. Just take it easy."
"It's just...they're the closest things that I have to friends, Daddy. And to find out that they all secretly hate me...it was just too much."
Daddy smiled softly and brushed a fallen piece of hair out of my eyes.
"Rachel, I know that you think this might be the end of the world, but I don't really think that it's as bad as you make it out to be."
Upon seeing that I was prepared to argue heatedly, he put his hands up in mock surrender.
"Just hear me out, alright? You, my darling daughter, are a natural born performer. You know what songs sound good, you know exactly which emotions to put into which song, and you know how to please a crowd. Glee club really is perfect for you. But you see, that's just the thing. It's a club, with numerous people trying to act on their dreams of performing. Each person in that club wants their voice to be heard. Though I have no doubt that the songs that you chose are perfect, sometimes you have to let others have their turn as well. I don't for a second believe that any one of them hates you, Rachel. I believe that in itself is an impossibility. I just think that you need to stop and listen, and allow them their time to shine."
With that being said, Daddy leaned down and kissed my forehead softly, and left the room. Everything that he had said to me made sense. I just didn't know that everyone would take my taking charge so personally. All I wanted to do was help, and I thought that they knew it. Well, it was comforting to think that they didn't really hate me, and that they just wanted their voices to be heard. With these thoughts swimming around in my head, I was suddenly very excited for tomorrow's glee club meeting.
Tuesday morning arrived quickly, and I hopped out of bed at my normal hour of 6:00am, and headed straight towards the elliptical machine. In my head, I rehearsed over and over again the speech that I had prepared for the glee club. I would explain to them that though I was in fact the best performer in the club, I had no issue with occasionally sharing the stage with them. After all, it was most of them who needed the practice; my vocals were near flawless. Yes, I was sure that after I had explained to them that it was a simple misunderstanding, we would all be on the same page once more, on our way to victory.
Upon arriving at school, I was all smiles as I made my way happily down the hallways. I smiled brightly and nodded hello to everyone that passed by me. Yes, this was going to be a good day. A day of change.
My smile dropped immediately as I approached a wall comprised of the school's football team, blocking the entrance to the glee choir room. Each one of them had a predatory smile on their face, and a large cup in their hands. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the cups contained. That icy liquid and I had many intimate moments together, moments that I was hoping to avoid today.
"Listen, none of you have to do this. I understand the pressures that come with your popularity; I understand your need to flaunt your bravado any chance that you get. I also know that making others feel badly about themselves isn't going to make you better about you. Just let me through that door, and we can pretend this never happened, and you will all leave this situation more enlightened."
One by one they turned to each other, looks of confusion etched upon their faces. Then, they turned to me, with all the timing of a professional synchronized swimming team, and showed me exactly what they thought about my speech.
When it was all over, they spread apart and went their separate ways, smiles still on their faces. Lifting my hands slowly, I let the sticky liquid make its way down my arms, my mouth open to form a small 'o' of surprise. Before I really had a chance to react, I was pulled harshly into the girls locker room, and slammed against a nearby wall.
"Why the hell do you do this to yourself everyday? I just don't understand it. Just take a separate route and avoid them altogether! And what was with all that garbage you were spewing? Did you really think that you were going to miraculously change their ways with your over dramatic words?"
For a moment I thought that I had fallen and hit my head just a little too hard. Surely Quinn Fabray, the intelligent, athletic, and beautiful head cheerleader was not standing in front of me, both of her hands on my shoulders, her hazel eyes staring deeply into mine. Alright, maybe I did hit my head, but what was happening at this moment was most definitely not the product of a concussion.
"Quinn, hello. What brings you to the girls' bathroom this bright afternoon?"
Quinn stared at me, her mouth opening and closing slowly (doing a flawless impression of a goldfish, might I add), as if she were grasping for the right words.
"You're a moron, you know that? You're a glutton for this crap. Why don't you try standing up for yourself for once, instead of letting the whole student body walk all over you? Jesus, Berry, I thought you were smarter than that. Now...just...stay out of my way!"
With those words hanging in the air, Quinn gave once last final shove which caused me to gasp, and threw a bundle of paper towels at me before making her exit. Something...something very important had just happened, I could feel it. Though I was still very dazed from making contact with the wall, I could tell that something monumental has just occurred here in the girl's bathroom.
Quinn Fabray actually spoke to me, and, dare I say it (Oh, I think I dare!), showed a sliver of kindness to me in my moment of distress. Though her words were laced with sarcasm and bitterness, I could tell that underneath that hard steel exterior a part of her really did care about what happened to me that particular Tuesday morning. My mind running a mile a minute, I quickly cleaned myself off and made my way to the choir room.
When I entered the room, the loud buzz of many conversations going at once assaulted my ears. I looked around and noticed that my usual seat was taken, so I sat in the front row, the seat right in front of Quinn's. As I made my way to the chair, I tried to meet Quinn's eyes to convey my thanks, but she was looking in nearly every direction but my own. Sighing softly, I gave up trying to telepathically get her attention and took my seat. A moment after, Mr. Schuester came in, waving his hands about to get our attention. Every word that was coming out of his mouth was foreign to me, all of my thoughts focusing around a certain blonde cheerleader. I was so engrossed in the question of why Quinn would do such a thing in the girl's bathroom, a public place, where people could see that she was engaging in conversation with a person like me, that I completely forgot about the speech that I had prepared for everyone. Pushing it to the back of my mind, I made a mental note to speak about it tomorrow.
Right now my thoughts were completely and utterly focused on one Quinn Fabray, who clearly wasn't the person that she pretended to be. For a brief moment in time, she allowed her walls to drop, and gave me a glimpse of the person that she truly was. For a lack of better words, I found it to be...magnificent.
I was so engrossed in my own thoughts that I barely registered the obnoxious snort that I head from behind me.
"Jesus Berry, why don't you eye fuck Quinn some more, I don't think they felt in China." My eyes widened in shock as I realized the gravity of the situation; I had been so focused on figuring out my Quinn situation, that I hadn't realized I had been turned around this entire time, apparently staring her down. I immediately straightened up, grasping for words.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Santana. I was merely admiring the paint job that just happens to be stationed behind Quinn. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have places to be." Before I was able to get up, I was shoved roughly back down into my seat. I let out a small yelp and met the furious hazel eyes before me.
"Keep it in your goddamn pants, Treasure Trail."
With that said, both Cheerios shoved past me and exited the room. What...just happened?
Day: Tuesday. Only three more days to endure.
Tuesday came and went, and I had once again accomplished nothing. I was more confused than ever, but didn't feel like dwelling anymore. I smiled at my fathers and engaged in the appropriate conversation, and then went to my room and fell into a restless sleep, praying that tomorrow would bring with it some better luck.
Wednesday morning came, and I once again met the day with bright eyes and hope for a pleasant school day. I walked my normal route through the hallway, Quinn's harsh words echoing in my head. Fortunately for me, the foot ball team was nowhere to be found, but something still felt off. Not a day went by that I wasn't faced with some act of bullying, no matter large or small.
My eyes shifted back and forth rapidly as I searched for something amiss. Everyone seemed to be focused on their own comings and goings, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something awful had happened. Shaking my head, I assured myself that I was just being silly, and letting the paranoia get to me. Moments later as I was approaching my locker, I knew that my earlier suspicions had been accurate.
My locker door was wide open, and the inside looked like a bomb had gone off. Papers were falling out of it, a result of someone tearing apart the books that I had stored inside. Pictures I had posted of myself and my idols were ripped in half, and painted on the inside were words concerning the sexuality of my fathers that are far too painful to repeat. I quickly pushed the tears aside and made my way towards Principal Figgins' office. This had to stop, all of it.
I knocked loudly on his door, and entered before he had a chance to speak.
"This has got to stop, right this minute. The continual slushies, the horrible things they say behind my back, and now this."
Principal Figgins sat at his desk, a deer caught in headlights expression on his face.
"What exactly are you talking about, Miss Berry?"
I reeled on him quickly, anger and resentment marring my normal facade of happiness.
"My locker. They tore apart my locker. They destroyed private property, and painted cruel words about my fathers, who are kind men, and did absolutely nothing to deserve this blatant show of ignorance!"
Principal Figgins sat for a moment, a look of quiet contemplation on his face.
"I would suggest perhaps investing in a stronger lock?"
It was at that precise moment that I realized that none of the authority figures in the school would be able to help me. They went about their day in a happy unknowing state, ignoring the pain emanating from the students around them.
I swallowed a few times, my throat suddenly feeling as though it were full of cotton. I didn't remember it being this dry before.
"Unbelievable..just...unbelievable." With that said, I rushed out his office, a feeling of absolute dread settling upon my shoulders. How was I to survive if I had no one there to help me?
Day: Wednesday. Only two more days to endure.
Thursday came much too quickly for my liking, and I thought seriously on feigning sick. As much as I would have liked to hide in my room all day, I knew that I would have to face the world sooner or later. Rachel Berry was no coward. Although I had decided to go to school that morning, I skipped my normal routine, my body too drained for anything more than a quick shower. I avoided my fathers for fear that they would see something in my eyes that would tip them off. The last thing I wanted to do was worry them. I snuck down the stairs and out the door, and made my way towards school.
This day seemed like a mirror image of all the others, only this time there were no slushies to greet me, and my locker was still intact. There were no football players standing guard, nor were there any students huddled together, sneaking glances and giggles at my expense. My classes flew by, and I was rather pleased with the lack of drama this day was providing.
I stood before the door of the choir room, and took a deep breath before entering. Here goes...well, everything.
I entered and sat down, taking a chair in the front row. I even threw a cautious glance towards Quinn, one that was met with a shy smile, and a barely noticeable nod of the head. I smiled back and focused on Mr. Schuester, realizing that the clouds that were hanging over my head seemed to be clearing up quite nicely.
The rest of the practice went on without a hitch. I spoke up only to give my input, and kept the complaining to a minimum. There were no rude glaces thrown my way that day, only looks of shock. To this reaction I merely smiled, and went back to engaging in conversation, without taking over.
The meeting finally ended, everyone going off in different directions. I stepped out of the choir room and stopped when I noticed Quinn bent over at the water fountain. I guess I let my gaze linger for too long, because someone behind me cleared their throat. Standing behind me was a beast of a boy, a football player by the name of Karofsky. I glanced at him warily, and looked back over to where Quinn was originally standing, now seeing nothing but her absence.
"What can I do for you, David? Would you like me to stand here while you douse me in ice cold slushies? Or perhaps you'd like me to stand here at attention, while you throw your nasty remarks at me to make yourself feel better. Is that what you want, David? Is that what you-"
I was interrupted when he let out a snarl that more animal than man.
"You think people don't see what you're doing? They way you stare at her? You're disgusting. We don't want your kind here."
I blinked rapidly at him, my show of courage taking a hit. Caught off guard? Absolutely.
"I don't have time for this, David. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to, matters that do not include the likes of you."
I turned on my heels and prepared to rush away, but his laughter kept me firmly planted. It wasn't a laugh of good old fashioned humor; it was a laugh that was laced in malice.
"You're just as bad as that fag in your club. Is that what glee club is about? Bringing out your inner gay? Everyone sees the way you stare at her, and it's disgusting. She'll never want you. You're just trash beneath her feet. I guess your dads rubbed off on you, didn't they?"
With an ugly sneer, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, a million and one emotions rushing through me.
Day: Thursday. Only one more day left in hell.
After my encounter with David Karofsky, I realized that I couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much, and clearly I wasn't as strong as I had once thought I was. I had finally reached my breaking point. I went to my fathers and told them everything that had happened over the last few days, and they looked at me knowingly, the love pouring off of them almost overwhelming. I told them that I couldn't possibly go back to school, that it was wearing on me physically, mentally, and emotionally. They pulled me in to a tight hug, and told me not to worry, because they had it all figured out.
Exhaustion taking over, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, dreaming of new beginnings.
It was early the next day that my fathers told me of their plan. At first, I didn't quite know what to say; it all seemed surreal, and completely life altering. I felt myself about to protest, and then realized...what exactly was the point? Why should I fight this Why should I fight to stay in a school that had only beat me down, day after day? These thoughts swarming in my head, my decision was made.
I glanced down at the pamphlet that they had given me, realizing that this was the start of my brand new life.
"Dalton Academy for Girls"
New life, meet Rachel Berry. Rachel Berry, meet new life. I'm sure you'll get along fabulously.
The next day, the usual chatter went on interrupted in the choir room, and only one member of the club realized that something was missing. She kept this to herself, hoping that she was wrong, and that said missing thing would come waltzing into the room any second now. That second never came. She met her teacher's eyes and knew that he was about to say something, something that she wasn't going to like.
"Okay guys, listen up! I'm afraid I have some bad news for all of you. It seems that we're going to be losing a member of our little family here. It saddens me to tell you all that Rachel has decided to transfer schools."
The reactions from the club members varied, most of them hadn't seen it coming. One particular blonde in the back of the room had seen this in the works, and hid her reaction well. She had shared with the small brunette glimpses of her anger, glimpses of her compassion; if she was in the room right now, she would seem glimpses of her pain as well.
I read through the pamphlet at least a dozen or more times, so much that Daddy had taken it away with a slight chuckle.
"You'll be fiiiine. Stop worrying so much."
I rolled my eyes in response to this, and settled back into my seat. As the car started up, I could feel the excitement growing within me. This was it. This was my chance to start over, and jump back on track to my future as a star. I would leave McKinley High in the past, and move forward towards a bright future.
The car ride was long, and ended just before Daddy gave way to some kind of stroke. It really wasn't my fault that I was so excited, and just couldn't stop talking the entire way there. I felt the car come to a stop, and ceased speaking at once. I stared up at the building before us in awe. It was beautiful. I hadn't stepped inside, and yet I could feel that this was already my home. Before I was able to speak another word, I noticed a person rushing towards the car. All three of us stepped outside, and were met by a tall blonde girl who was smiling widely, though she was very much out of breath. I smiled at her, and prepared to introduce myself, but she spoke before I was able to inhale.
"Hi! My name is Brittany S. Pierce! Welcome to Dalton Academy for Girls!"


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Feeding A Family On A Budget
Always Living on a Budget
Imagine a single mother with two growing children living in the most expensive city in the world. Well, thats' my life! I am raising two children in a city where a single apple cost ¥200 or about $2.50. It seems like I am always looking at being cost effective. My son has an appetite that I have only seen in grown men (although he is as scrawny as they come). I have to be on top of my shopping game between preparing 3 meals a day and two snacks.
My mother raised me to cook most if not all meals from scratch. She taught me that making one's own food is not only fun but healthy as well. Now that I am a mother, I avoid feeding my children processed foods. Feeding my children home made meals has so many benefits. My children are able to see what a shrimp looks like un-battered and shelled. They learn how to be self-sufficeint and prepare their own meals. And I am able to monitor what they are consuming.
At first glance
Eating processed foods seems cheaper. For example, returning to the idea of fried shrimp, a box of battered frozen shrimp cost about $5.00-$7.00. Where as fresh shrimp alone cost about the same. Then you would have to figure in the cost of flour, bread crumbs and various seasonings. And, then also count the cost of time preparing the dish. It seems to be coast and time effective just to open a box and cook.
But think again
Stocking your pantry and freezer is the best way to feed your family and amazing meal and keep cost down. Flour, sugar,salt and seasonings for example are low cost and do not spoil. Meats, butter and milk bought in bulk and frozen can last for a long time. Various ingredients can be used together to create amazing meals.
Yeah right?! What can I make?
Well there are many things you can make for your loved ones. Homemade meals are not only filling but nutritions. Homemade meals are not filled with the empty calories that are in processed foods. Any food you buy in the grocery store can be made at home. I have a fully stocked pantry of all the basic items I would need. To that I add perishable foods such as eggs and fresh fruits/vegetables. I feed a family of four ( I also cook for my mother) for only ¥40,000 or $500 a month. Here's just a sample of how I feed my family. Everything minus the fresh fruit, vegetables and milk are made at home.
One day meal in my family
- a glass of milk
- a boiled or scrambled egg
- a slice of bread
- a bowl of yogurt
- half of a large apple
- a glass of milk
- a penut butter sandwich with homemade bread
- a glass of tea
- a bowl of rice
- chicken karaage
- a salad
- a glass of tea
- a tangerine
- a glass of tea
- a bowl of ramen
- a few gyoza
- a glass of milk
- a few sugar cookies
Here's what you need to do
- Find a few simple recipes for bread and pasta. Bread and pasta are great bases for menu preparation. A simple recipe allows you to add ingredients to alter the flavor. A simple recipe for plain pasta can be quickly trans formed with the additions of spinach or tomato. Also a simpler recipe calls for less ingriedents. I tend to try to find recipes that have many common ingredients. Then at any time I can run to my pantry an whip up anything I want.
- Try to plan ahead and shop with a plan. When I am shopping I already have my meal plan in mind. I shop daily so I plan for breakfast for the next morning and lunch and dinner for the current night.
- Buy in bulk. when I was a child my mother loved to buy big boxes of bananas form the grocery store. With that we made banana bread, banana shakes and frozen banana pops. When I buy a large roast from the local wholesale shops, I plan to use that one piece of meat for three to four meals. I box of tea bags costs about $1.50-$2.00 verses a 2-litter soda that cost the same. Tea bags can make many containers of tea.
- Store it. Make extra and freeze it. Always keep non perishable on hand. I never use canned of frozen vegetables but I recommend stocking on them if you do.
- Portion control. I do not mean starving yourself. Instead, I recommend being mindful of how much you consume. Meat should not be the focal point of the meal. In my family rice tends to hold center stage. Nonetheless, the point is observe how much your family eats. Do not waste food and do not over eat.
- Have fun!
Great information here for everyone to follow. I think portion control and buying in bulk is one of the best things we can do to help save costs. I don't know what gyoza is.. will have to look that up. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks- I like the one about controlling how much we eat, because in my family I think we overeat.
Great tips - thanks for sharing. It just shows what can be achieved with some creativity and fore thought. I also find not eating meat me saves a lot of money.
Another thought is to only buy in bulk what you can use before it goes bad, to avoid food waste.


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By Wolf Schneider; Photos by Jimmy Chin
You're of Irish-Chinese descent, born in Hong Kong and brought up in San Francisco. Sounds exotic. What line of work were your parents in?
My dad was an interior designer. My mom worked for the church. We lived in Hong Kong, then in California in Santa Rosa, San Francisco, Daly City, Berkeley. We bounced around. My dad was Chinese, my mom is American.
You taught at the Academy of Art College in San Francisco?
I did, for almost 10 years.
What prompted you to move to Jackson?
Scott Christensen was the catalyst. He's a mentor and friend. I'd taken one of his workshops. He said, "What are you gonna do? Keep teaching? Paint full time?" He suggested Jackson if I was going to paint full time. And he had a house for sale here with a big studio. He moved across town to an even bigger place.
Which is how you came to work in your log cabin studio that used to belong to Scott.
Yeah. Jackson Hole's just beautiful. We moved in 2002.
Have you been hoping Scott's aura, or at least his avid following, will rub off on you?
Initially that was maybe how it was, but I started to go off in a different direction. Scott and I are really good friends, but we have different ways of looking things. I use a little more color. I like man-made elements as well as pure nature—boats, cityscapes. I like thick, thick paint and seeing the tactile quality on the canvas.
Have you changed the studio at all?
The carpet's the same—it's green. The track lighting's the same. I haven't changed a whole lot, to tell you the truth. The walls are grayish-green, which shows the artwork really well. It's a 30-by-40-foot space. It's log. It's all set up by the north side where the light comes in. The studio's attached to the house.
What advice has Scott given you?
Well, his philosophy is to limit the number of paintings you put into the market and to make sure what you do put out is good. I put out 9 to 10 paintings a month. This month, I put out 30. All the galleries needed paintings this month.
You're a landscapist—do you paint entirely plein-air?
I do field studies outside, and sometimes I'll make a larger painting inside from a small reference.
Do you consider yourself a realist or an impressionist?
I'm a painterly realist.
When you're out there painting, ever had close encounters with bison, elk, moose, or pronghorn?
None of those, but a couple of grizzly bear! Scott and I were coming off a trail in the Tetons, and we heard a gnawing. There was grizzly there. I tried to make noise to let her know we were there. She was just getting grub off a piece of dead bark. Then a yearling came around the corner. We took off, making a racket.
At 45, what quality have you decided an artist must have, and what quality will only do an artist in?
An artist must have perseverance; what will do them in is lack of determination.
What's your mantra?
Oh, man. "Keep on keepin' on."
On what occasion do you fudge the truth?
Ha! If I'm invited to an event and don't want to hurt somebody's feelings, I might say I'm busy when really I just want to have a nice quiet evening at home with my wife.
Which artist, living or dead, would you most like to trade a piece of art with?
John Singer Sargent.
Which artist would you most like an hour of advice from?
Edward Hopper—I'd really like to get inside his head about composition.
What's the range that your work sells for?
$700 to $15,000.
When you reach the end of this incarnation, what sentence would probably sum it up for you?
Jeez. How about: "He did his best."
Poon is represented by Legacy Gallery, Jackson, WY; Walls Gallery, Wilmington, NC; and Garden Gallery, Half Moon Bay, CA.
Featured in "My World" February 2007


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