Not only are we showing pictures that we have that day, but we want people to bring in their old pictures. We'll scan them in and ask for the owners to give us an oral history (regarding their photo).

It was wonderful. It was cold and wet, but it didn't stop anyone. We're definitely doing it again next year.

You have to preserve your history.

Afghan Girl

Ice blue eyes that look to the morning sky as I knit the pieces and remnants of my life. I have No books, no paper, no pencils, and no black boards. I look at the holes in my life as I see the hills of the Appalachians that echo. I think to myself, who will I marry? Is my life-like Pari?

These strings please come together.

Snowflakes give me hope, and my dreams dance all around me. I‘ll put another log on the fire. I watch the brown paper bag over the broken glass pane letting the cold wind in; I’ll take some of these remnants and stuff it.

These strings are come together.

Mama told me that life would be hard. I bartered for flour the other day, and the chickens ain’t laying no eggs. I struggle with life and these strings. My hands are worn and tired. Now, I have granny square hands.
I am unclean, unblemished, and finished,

Afghan girl.

Fulbright Interest Day is when I really try reaching out to everyone and tell them Fulbright is obtainable.

Thus went my first Court Day.
I think I'm going to puke.