pikaset paivittelyt. Homecoming siis tuli ja meni ja oli kivaa. Deittina oli mun boytoy leroy. Olin siis Homecoming queen ja sain hienon kruununki :) meika on nytt taalla sitten koko vuoden! Nakyillaa joskus kesalla sitten. Mutta en millaan voi jattaa naita ihmisia viela. Liitan taHAN mun bestikisen Kallin kirjottaman aineen musta. Kuuostaa ihanku se olis rakastunu muhun mutta se ei ole asian laita :D
Kalli Quayle
D. Dunkin
Eng Comp 121
24, September 2010
Two Worlds, One Girl
She was already in the classroom when I came in on the first day of school. This beautiful brunette sat in front of me in the third desk from the front as school began. The teacher commenced class with a journal entry. Her graphite pencil screeched against the grains of her paper as she slowly answered the prompt. I knew there was something special about this girl but I just could not put a finger on it. We resumed class as normal and then another student began talking to her. They were talking about something along the lines of languages or countries but I zoned out and could not comprehend what was being said. It took about two days for me to realize what was happening before me. This girl was not from this world.
She doodled on her papers almost everyday in class which revealed her artistic side. She always sat quietly and still as if she was from another planet and I still had no idea where this girl had come from. She spoke with a sweet accent. She had piercing eyes that I could not stop staring at, not even for a moment. She was much more like a mystery than some random girl that showed up at our school. But then it came down to that moment when I did find out where she had come from; Finland.
This girl, this sweet girl that I figured would be so incredibly shy, opened herself up to me and let me inside her life. But it was not until she joined our volleyball team that I got to know the person beyond the Finnish accent. She seemed as though she was just an innocent young lady who wanted to broaden her horizons but it became much deeper than that. She was human.
With brief pauses between each word she said “Oh no, where is the spray deoderant?” She stood there in the Walmart aisle wondering why this American store does not carry a variety of aerosol deoderant. It had to be the most insanely funny comment that I have ever heard. The way she threw her little tantrum just set the pace for our on-going friendship. But Americans were not only ignorant to this but to the metric system and even to the different style of electrical outlets. Liters, milliliters, kilograms and kilometers were the only measurement units that she knew. Inches, feet, gallons and miles meant nothing to this girl. It even came to both our surprise that our electrical outlets were much more complex than those used in Finland.
One night I sat watching her go through all of her Facebook friends. It was as if she were American. She did all the same things that I would do. The look on her face when she saw a cute friend of hers was the same expression that I would have for one of mine. We were like one and the same. We all sat there watching a movie and yet I could not stop thinking about how crazy it was that a girl from Finland was sitting right next to me. I was in disbelief. The alien form that I somehow imagined a foreign person to have, disappeared. All the differences began to fade.
Surprisingly, I gained this new trust for her. From that moment on I knew that I could trust her with even my darkest secrets, yet I had no idea why. I figured that foreign people differed greatly from Americans but I was wrong. The way she walked, the way she conversed, the way she danced all around the room, the way she shopped, the way she ate and the way she cared, all showed how similar we are. She is amazing, she is beautiful, she is talented and she is a wonderful person and teenager. Now I could not imagine my life without meeting this girl. When she returns home, I hope that she can always remember what she has learned from me as I will never forget how she taught me so many things about the world beyond the United States. She has changed not only my perceptions of others but has changed by outlook on life. Without her I would not know how to live life to the fullest and take my life one day at a time. She will return to her home in less time than I know but I will never forget that beautiful brunette who sat in the desk directly in front of me.
