Welcome, Sister Heather!

Yes Heather, I did indeed just cause the assumption that you are currently in France, spending your days in the Mediteranean studying God's love and forgiveness, as a nun.  Congrats!  You should be proud of this achievement.

I am sitting on the new green recliner, sipping coffee and eating pieces of provolone cheese with the smokey flare of Mike's hot sauce skillfully applied to their sleek cheese sides.  I have only been sitting for a moment but it is so warm that the cheese is already soft.  The thermometer reads 91 degrees, although earlier in the day it reached 94.  Thankfully, the fan is blowing a delightful breeze in my direction.  The back door is open; A bird obnoxiously chirps.

It is now one week until I start my Senior year of High School.  I peek into the dreadful future and find the thought of Senior Tie-Dye day calms my nerves.  At least I can make a mess with some friends on Friday and spend the rest of the afternoon swimming and running wild with those who have decided they'd like to attend my party! The goal to annoy the neighbors with our screeches remains. It is OUR TURN! =D

It has now been several weeks since our beloved Sister Heather has left for France.  Indeed, she is not at all a Sister but a Sister.  That's right.  My sister!  Being updated by her France blog has inspired me to share my experiences of my first semester through senior year to Heather by use of the same medium.  No Heather, this does not mean that I won't be sending letters.  You'll probably recieve many stupid ones...I'm bound to get bored on Open.  And when I say "stupid" I MEAN stupid.  Don't be surprised if it's a run down of the classes I hate or random jumbled thoughts of "dude, I'm hungry...Why did I not pack a lunch today?...Why can't anyone have a car..."

Orchard Park is the same as ever, Heather!  I had my first driving lesson on Monday.  My instructor's name is Earl and he is a cute old man who definately seems to have an interesting history.  He has traveled to Europe many times!  He took me to Chestnutt Ridge where he told me to follow the road and then he taught me how to back up and turn my wheel: push-pull and hand-over-hand (um, I think that's what they're called. Forgive me if my unintelligent side has just showed herself).  While we were there we saw Corrections kids doing some sort of park duty.  It was somewhat alarming until I realized the bright orange suits were the only aspect of their appearance that looked lethal.  Anyhow, Earl was going to have me drive home but decided he didn't want to break my confidence.  He explained that since it was near lunch, Orchard Park may be bustling and stressful to drive through.  All in all he told me that I was doing a great job. =D  Points for Shannon!

As the afternoon dwindles to evening I will relieve my fingers from the keys of Avril-Cherrie the Pink Laptop (no, that was NOT an attempt to name her something French. After seeing it in type, I decided that leaving her as only Avril WAS a bit stalkerish, thus the name extension.)

Hehe, I'm having a lot of fun with this...
And Jeremy says "Hi!" and so does Mocha!  Everyone sends their love!  I shall return...

-Shannie!<3