On Monday this blog will be magically transformed into a real blog.

I'm doing this so that I cannot put it off. On Monday, I will edit this, and make it into a blog.

I think I'm going to summarize/review/share my opinion on Roald Dahl's Fantastic Charlie and the Chocolate factory.

Sound good?

I think after that I will keep on with the easy books. Maybe I'll do the Twits, also by Roald Dahl, because I haven't read it in a while. OR maybe the BFG. I'll have to tell my sister to borrow it from her school library.
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So it's Thursday.......................... I'm so sorry guys, I really want to do this, but I very busy and it's hard.

COMPLAINTS ASIDE, LEX tagged me!

She wrote about how, if she were a superhero, she would be the black widow, and tagged several hundred other people to make up their own superhero-self. So I will. First let me think.

I am thinking about which power I would like most, and no matter how cool all superpowers are, I would really like to have these two powers: Flying and Super memory.

You might say it's cheating to have two powers, but I say, most superheros can fly anyway. Seriously, look at the picture below. Almost ALL of them are flying. So I say flying just to make sure I get my piece of that pie.

I also choose super memory because that power would be really useful for crime fighting AND normal everyday life. In crime, you never forget any detail of a crime scene or clue. In everyday life, save paper by memorizing your grocery list! It's a great idea, and you wish you thought of it. 

Lex also drew herself as a superhero. So I will too. This may disturb you. If it does, I apologize. 

                               

So yeah. That's what I would look like as a superhero. And that is a male torso, by the way. I realized after making this that since I have female legs and arms, it might seem like a naked woman, BUT IT IS NOT. It is just a man with feminine arms and legs. And a baby head. And dragonfly wings.

The Scarlet Letter. Contains Spoilers. Ha.

Whoa, So I guess I totally forgot how hard this is to blog every day. Don't panic, I've got this under control. I'll write one today, and it'll be good. Hopefully.


I didn't really miss that much since Thursday, because weekends don't count right? Right.


Wow Thursday, you're spelled wrong unless you're capitalized? How boastful of you. Of course, I would have capitalized you anyway, it makes you look much better.


Alright in my last blog, I updated you on my schooling situation. I bet that was SO interesting for you to read. I bet when you read it, you could hardly stay in your chair from pure fascination and hilarity. 


I was going to talk about one thing, but I have to wait to talk about that, because I'm not exactly sure what to say and what not to. I have to talk to someone about that. 


In school right now, I am reading The Scarlet Letter. This book is written in a old style, using a vocabulary I don't always understand. Let me show you.


          "Certainly there was no physical defect. By its perfect shape,  its vigor, and its natural dexterity in the use of all its untried limbs, the infant was worthy to have been brought forth in Eden; worthy to have been left there, to be a plaything of the angels, after the world's first parents were driven out."


I didn't exactly pick out the most difficult part, I just typed where I am now, but from that you can see how the book is written. I CAN understand it, it just takes me at least twice as long to read it, because often I have to stop, reread, and think about what a certain passage actually means. This is why reading it can be kind of frustrating at times. 


I went into this story thinking that the 'scarlet letter' the book is named after was a reddish colored envelope with a letter inside that causes a large drama among dress-to-bed wearing Victorian women and their top-hatted, cane-toting husbands. I thought it would be a Jane Austin story honestly. I am quite relieved that it is not what I imagined, but the adulterous "romance" is still not something I can handle comfortably.  


Wow, I am pretty proud of that paragraph. 


I'm just going to keep talking about this book. Continue reading if you like, but this will probably contain spoilers. Am I still supposed to warn the reader about spoilers for a book that was written in 1850? I'll just do it to be safe.


First off, in the copy of the book I have, the story doesn't actually start until page 49! Before that is some super long "Introduction to the Custom-house." It's so long that it's actually illustrated. 


After a quick google search, I found out what a custom-house is.
          "A custom house or customs house was a building housing the offices for the government officials who processed the paperwork for the import and export of goods into and out of a country. Customs officials also collected customs duty on imported goods."


Um. I'm not sure why this 'Introduction' is here. Maybe if I read it I would find out, but I'm not prepared to read fifty pages about a building where paperwork is done. By Government officials no less. 


So after I page furiously to the start of the story, I read the first line.
          "A throng of bearded men-" Oooh, beards. "In sad-colored garments and grey, steeple crowned hats-" Gnomes? Is this book about Gnomes? COOL!


I soon found to my great disappointment, that it's not about Gnomes, but only plain Human Beings. In never actually says specifically that they are humans, but I'm on page 100, and there are no mentions of magic powers yet, so I'm just going to assume.  


Basically, there is this woman, the main character, named Herman? Ah, no, it's Hester. Hester was married to an older man. This older man and she were planning on moving to America. Boston to be exact. He had to stay behind, to do SOMETHING, It never says (Which I am actually quite curious about), so he sends Hester ahead of him to go settle and get ready for his arrival. 


During this time, she commits adultery with I think the Minister ( :O ), and has a baby. This was a BIG deal for the people of that time, and they threw her to the alligators. Oh, after double checking, I guess they just put her in jail. She was also forced to wear a Golden 'A' on her chest for Adulterer. She apparently used her super advanced needlework skills to make the A really fancy with scarlet thread. THIS IS WHAT THE TITLE REFERS TO. The Scarlet colored 'A' on her chest. 


Basically after she was released from jail and tossed to the alligators- wait, double check... Ok, there were no alligators in the story. So far...


Basically after she was released from jail she was still forced to wear the letter for the rest of her life. This labeled her to the people as a massive sinner, and they wouldn't have anything to do with her. She didn't have to stay in town though, so she could have just ran far enough that nobody knew her, taken off the letter, and been fine for the rest of her life (Unless she did it again. Tsk.). But actually, she decides to stay there. WHAT?! 


It's not like she was waiting for her husband either, because he had gotten there a long time ago. He no longer wanted anything to do with her, but he went on a lifelong mission to find out who she committed adultery with and "get revenge." I'm kind of excited to see what happens there. 


What she did was go live in an old hut on the edge of town, sewing for people. Because no matter how much they wanted to avoid her, her needlework was amazing, and you know that there is no way in the world a 17th century woman could resist needlework. 


Now I'm at the part where they talk about the baby. Grown up. Her name is pearl or something. And apparently she is PERFECT.


I liked "reviewing" this book. I'll probably do more of these! Haha. Leave a comment telling me what you thought of this, should I continue the scarlet letter? Do more books/games/movies?


Bye!

Hello... Don't yell at me...

Hi. My name is Eric Pankow. I'm not sure why I made a blog and then gave out my full name, but It's already been done, so I'll just go with it. When I made it, I was so young. I didn't know any better! I was like, 16! That's SO MUCH younger than 17. I've gained so much more experience and knowledge in all this time. 

Ha, actually, I have been kidding you this whole time...  Ha yeah, that's it. My name isn't actually Eric Pankow, it's Sam! Sam... Check...son. Sam Checkson. Flip it all, spell check doesn't like either of those last names.

I'm re-introducing myself to you because I feel that I have been gone so long, it is something that needs to be done. It's been so long, that you have forgotten everything about me. I'll give a quick review. 

I am a boy. I am 17 years old. I have blonde hair.

There. Everything you ever need to know about, me Sam Checkson! Sigh... Ok, that's dumb. My name is really Eric Pankow. It's too late now. Once I named the blog, 'The blog of Pankow' it became too late.

So I'm here because I really really want to start blogging again, because many things have happened to me since I blogged last, and I feel that I actually have things to talk about again, and time to talk about it in. 

I know. I've said, 

"Ho ho ho! I'm back! This is going to be great! I'm going to write all day and night and provide pictures! Blarhjfkjlasjkdf,"

Like, five times already. But I'd like to believe that it is for real this time! I really want to do this again. Also I want to make good, long, content-filled and funny blogs again, instead of the last twenty or so which were all complete dung. Heh. Dung. 

In THIS blog, I'd like to talk about the situation of my schooling I am in, because it has changed since my previous blogs.

Oh hey. It's 1:23. That's cool.

Ok. So Beginning of Junior year, I went to Ye Olde School. That is the school that was one and a half hours from my house, so I lived in the dorm with three room mates. That was a fun school. But for one reason or another (I can't remember if I actually ever mentioned why I did this), I left that school around Christmas time. Now, my brother is a freshman, and he goes there. I still do not. 

After I left Ye Olde School, I was home schooled online. However, I used a system where there was just things to read daily, and then an assignment you had to do daily. There was no teacher really, so If I had a question, my dad had to try and figure it out, or I would Google it. That worked for a while, but at the end of the year, we decided not to use that home schooling program anymore.

Now, I am a senior in high school. I am still home schooled, but I am using a different program. Every day, there is a video that I watch for each class, and then I have homework for the next day. The video is a recording of a class room in Florida, with a teacher and students in desks and the whole Nine Shebangs. I like this much better. The teachers can describe it so much better than writing can.

I also like it because sometimes the students say something funny, or once a student fell down. The videos were recorded some years ago, so they all are wearing nice plaid dress shirts and glasses as big as their face. 

In the next few blogs, I will describe what my life is like nowadays. There is a twist at the end too. Something you may never have imagined to happen to me happened. Teehee.

I might even write another blog tonight. Who knows?

THE END. 

Clap clap clap 

*Applause 

clap clap clap 

*hooting and hollering

*people throwing roses onto stage.

*Me bowing to the left, then to the right, and then in the middle, saying thank you repeatedly.

*Someone throws a ham sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap onto stage.

*I can't tell whether it was a compliment or not, but it's a free sandwich, so I pick it up and eat it thankfully as I walk off stage.