Blog #7

 Rock-paper-scissors is the best way to settle things. Can’t decide what flavor of ice cream to have, or when to do your homework (obviously right afterschool), then you settle it with a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, this fast game can easily help you with the little things. All my life I have always turned to rock-paper-scissors for a quick answer. One thing about the game is when you lose you are forced to deal with the result. Just last week my friend and I were quarreling over what colour to do our nails. Yes this may be a very small issue, but it meant something to us. I said French tips with gold flowers, and she disagreed with full red and dotted flowers. Not agreeing on how to do our nails was not going to be an option since we both needed to have matching nails. Then she said it, “rock-paper-scissors?!” agreeing I shook out my hands and steadied myself. Two out of three, sounds simple but it could mean sudden death in a few moments. Now it has begun, I rack my brain of the possibilities of me playing rock, then her suffocating my helpless rock with her air-tight paper. It would be a stretch but I risk it. Rock. I played it, and looking at her hand she held a shaky pair of scissors. I emulsified her. Round two, I went over the thought of playing another rock, but will she know my strategy by now? Flustered and out of time my hand flattens into paper. Her scissors are back and cut me deep. Tired and worried with sudden death on the table I ask her for any final words. “Say good bye to French tips Victoria”. I’m not giving up, not yet. Without thinking my fist turns to stone, and once again I am trapped by the evil paper. My life is ruined, but we laugh about my failure at rock-paper-scissors. She may have won that game, but I see great glory in my future.

Blog #6

"We like the things summer brings". I love to open the velvety soft hard cover and the smell of memories and sunshine fill my growing lungs. As a child I read this book in the winter, just in case I forgot how wonderful summertime was. The chalky yet colourful pictures illustrated by Roy Mckie depict dreamlike beaches and soft rolling hills. Short simple words make easy to read sentences, and your inner child come out. The children in the book all have huge smiling faces. For an I can read it all by myself book, it is extremely long, about sixty five pages, and I still love every one of them. One of my favorite things about the book Summer is the attention to the small details. Most people might think of ice cream and swimming, going to the beach, or even laying on the grass, but Alice Low includes the awakening of plants, and the presence of different animals. My favorite part about the season summer is being able to stay up super late and not having to worry about it being too dark, or getting a cold. Besides all the other great things about Summer, my most favorite part of Summer is the fact it is a Seuss book.

Blog #5

Eleven hockey games, four ski hills, and only two weeks to do it all? I guess you could say I have lived the Canadian experience. Today I am going to tell you about the one day of spring break that I got to stay at home and rest my injured knee. The day before, I went skiing at Big White and I hurt my knee, I guess you could say I am not the best skier, and it was my third time skiing, ever. My day of rest was full of television shows and a lot of unhealthy food, but what else do you do when you’re on a school break? The next day my father and I were going to go to a Vees game and I was supposed to clear out my closet before we went to the game, well that did not happen till ten-o-clock that night. I ended up staying up all night clearing out my closet, because I am moving into Oliver in the near future. Most people hate staying at home and doing nothing, but since that was my only day of rest, I enjoyed it more than a Slurpee on a hot day.

Blog #4

Victoria Sidorczuk. Vic-tori-ah Sid-door-chuck, yes that’s my name, please don’t say, or spell it wrong. All my life people have always said and spelt my name wrong. Yes, some people cannot spell Victoria. Several times throughout school, I’ve had to get certificates and banners re written because my last name was spelt wrong. My last name is a Polish name, and although it’s a little different, it is one of the easier names to spell, and pronounce. I find it very ignorant of people when they just decide to shorten my name to Viccki. Vikki, Vicky, Vicki, you name it, but it’s all pronounced the same. Besides my hate for the name Viccki, I do allow certain, close friends to call me Viccki, I don’t always enjoy it, but I will respond if you call me by Viccki. Do I like my name? Yes of course, I love my name, Victoria sounds so royal, and formal, and Sidorczuk is Different, and shows my background, and where I’m from. I don’t think I have ever dreamed of having a simple name, like Sally or Molly, but I have dreamed of my last name changing when I get married. Hopefully my future husband and I can work something out, because I want to keep the Sidorczuk name strong.

Blog #3

It’s been a long day at work, you’re tired, you want to go home, but most of all, you’re desperately craving a chocolate bar. After a long day of bragging to everyone that you’ve started a new diet, you can’t just mosey on over to the vending machine and grab a snickers.  After making an excuse to your wife and co-workers of why you are staying at work so late, you realize the coast is clear, and there is a large chunk of medal waiting for you at the end of the hallway. Is it time, could it possibly be? Swift movements of my feet, take me quickly down through the hallway, through the doors, stopping right in front of the metal beast that either makes or breaks my diet destiny. After a final check making sure no one is around to witness, I thrust my hand into my lint lined pocket and pull out a loonie. Thoughts ramble around inside my head, still not sure about the whole thing I close my eyes and bring my hand up to the coin slot. I hear the loonie drop, and I know I must act fast. Lightly waddling my fingers over the buttons I press E7. E7, who knew these two buttons, could cause a person so much joy. I reach down to grab that delicious chocolate bar, and to my surprise there isn’t just one mouth-watering bar, but TWO! Shocked I stuffed the two bars up my shirt and fled to the washroom, were I hide in a stall. Slowly undressing the chocolate, tears were almost falling from my eyes. There I sit, scarfing down my enemy, thinking about my wife, will she notice the chocolate on my breath? That must not be an option. Throwing the wrappers carefully in the garbage, I make sure to check my face of chocolate residue. As I drive home I tell myself this is a one-time thing, and erase my memory of this odd day.

Blog #2

Some people call it bubble wrap, but I call it pure amusement. Bubble wrap, if your not familiar, is a sheet of plastic with hundreds of air filled bubbles, used in shipping to shield and prevent the, usually breakable items in closed inside if it from getting damaged. I think we've all experienced the simple joy of popping bubble wrap. The clueless state your mind is in just adds to the ability to feel completely free. Just imagine receiving a package only to find endless bubble wrap inside. Telling by the possible grin on your face, your thinking of a time way back when you lost control over the silly thing. I definitely praise the person who thought of the idea for bubble wrap, keeping me entertained for hours after hours, as being an only child I spent a lot of time alone. One memory I have from bubble wrap was nine years ago, when I was just in grade one. My father brought home a package, the contents I cannot remember, but surrounding the contents was indeed bubble wrap. My hands were already reaching for the phone to call my best friend, and invite her over to play with the bubble wrap. All day long we swaddled ourselves in bubble wrap and pushed each other down the stairs, breaking out in continuous laughter. There are countless ways to get enjoyment out of bubble wrap, all you need is imagination.

Blog #1



Me snorkaling at the Great Berrier Reef
in Australia two years ago.



        Blue. One word, one syllable, four letters. Most think its just a colour, but not me. As my father always says, "Its her crazy secret obsession, that's not very secretive." I do agree with him, I mean, it is an obsession, a compulsion maybe. Why? You might ask, I honestly can't put my finger on it, but I do know blue is perceived as the colour of water. Ever since I could walk on my own two feet I've been in or around water. Swimming, splashing, and pulling the legs and arms off aquatic insects. Gross? I never stopped to think about the unpleasant state of these poor creatures. Personaly I just wanted to understand more about aquatic insects and animals. Blue hair, blue clothes, only drinking out of blue cups and only ever writing in blue ink, yes I take my obsession seriously. When I was seven I painted my room like the southwest pacific ocean, therfore I would never be away from the place I love best. My home. Yes, I may have not been born in Australia, but I treat it like I was. For I am a Australian citizen. It's too early to tell now, but I am moving to Australia. With my luck it will be this year, but you never know. If I make it there in the next few years, with no doubt about it, im attending highschool. Spend the rest of my highschool years here? Yes thats fine, but I wont be staying long after graduation. James Cook University awaits me. Carins is were I wish to recive my Deploma of Science and my Bachelor of Science (Marine Biology Advanced). If you haven't already guessed, I am striving to be an acomplished Marine Biologest, studying in deep sea life. It may be short, but this is the story of my life, or as much as i'm willing to tell you.