Day Twenty-four - A letter to your parents.

Dear Mum and Dad, (I always speak in an english accent while writing letters)


Hi! How're you doing? 
I miss home desperately and can't wait to see you in only a few weeks.
Things are pretty good here. My professor has a cold which is making his voice easier on my psyche. 
It's rainy today and I have a hole in my new boots. I'm going to take them back to the store to see if they'll give me a refund. Even kids shoes are guaranteed to last longer than ten weeks. What a let down. My need to have canvas shoes only is not working my benefit today. I might need to talk to you further about this problem. 
So anyway. I love you lots. 
I'll be home soon. 


Love, your dear (and favorite I'm sure) daughter,


Hannah

Day Twenty-three - Something you crave for a lot.

In terms of food - pizza. Always pizza. Though this summer I went through a three week phase of craving hamburgers almost every minute of almost every day.









In terms of everything else - physical touch. It's my love language. I give it as much as I need to receive it and I have been starved of it now for eight weeks. That's how long I've been in Newfoundland. So you can guarantee yourself I'll be stocking up on that over Christmas.

Day Twenty-two - What makes you different from everyone else.

Kids. I love kids. I need them. For my sanity, for my health and for my happiness. I think they are the most important people on earth. 


Here are some pictures with some of my favorites. 

Day Twenty-one - Something that makes you happy.

This is pretty simple. Few things in life make me as happy as the show Friday Night Lights. 

Based on the story of a Texan High School Football team who overcame all odds to win the State Championship after losing their quarterback to a tragic injury, it takes every element of American life that we love and puts it on our best friend - television. 

It is beautiful. If you want a new show to watch, you will do no better than Friday Night Lights. 

Can we also just talk about how amazing NBC is? They most definitely take the cake for best television network. 

Cautionary nothing . . .

Today in my teenage angst, I disregarded caution tape for the first time. I figured it probably wasn't protecting a crime scene so it was okay. A campus enforcement officer was talking to his partner in his car and I feared he was going to turn around and yell at me but his conversation was apparently engaging as I left the restricted area unscathed.
That kind of disobedience is pretty empowering though. 
Challenge: Do something you're obviously not supposed to do today. Not illegal, but something that could be mistaken for ignorance. You however, are clearly not ignorant. 




Speaking of ignorance . . . this is funny.

Day Twenty - Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future.

Is this topic for real? Well here's a confession, I'm 23 and I'm pretty sure that I've had the answer to this question at least four times in my life. I'm probably not going to get married to any of those men.

So my answer is that I would like to marry Matt Damon. Because his smile is winning, his physicality will keep me safe and his vocal tone sooths me and makes me giggle a little.

Sadly I think that's a bit of a pipe dream.



This is our engagement photo.

Day Nineteen - Nicknames you have and why you have them.

Nicknames are not my forte. I like them because they can give a person a sense of identity in a group where this might be hard to find. On my favorite show, Friday Night Lights, everyone on the football team has a nickname that derives either from their last name or their jersey number. I appreciate this. 

I don't do nicknames though. Unless they're my professors - but then I never say it to their face. I had a prof whose last name was De Jager and I once called him 'The Jaguar' in a chachi sounding voice. He wasn't very happy about it. I was.


My nicknames consist of 'Nanner' (from my mother - who knows why?) and 'Ham' (from my sister). 
I sometimes like to call my sister Beth, 'Beef' sometimes because this mean girl in her grade one class told her that her name would be beef in French. What an idiot. 
My use of this name bothered her to the point that she decided that if I could call her Beef, she could call me Ham. She's kept this up better than I have and extends the nickname by adding ham dishes on to the end. I've been called Ham Sandwich, Ham and Scalloped Potatoes and Ham Quiche. She's unique.