Where is Tigger?

“I’m Pooh,” said Pooh. 
“I’m Tigger,” said Tigger. —A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

 

Squeals of delight.

Dad has been reading A.A. Milne’s beloved Winnie the Pooh stories to my younger siblings for the past few weeks, just like he did with me and Jack. Though the tales have been enjoyed by all (even me, listening in as I wash dishes) there has been one fateful question asked every night.

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Tractors and Hay

On Thursday, the 13th, the “feels like” section of my favorite weather app said that I was experiencing the equivalent of 96 degrees due to humidity and UV concentration. I was ready to believe it. For the past week the heat had been steadily increasing into one sweltering whirl. Continue reading

So, you think you can code? {TeenCoder: Java review}

Hi. Me again.

These past few months, I’ve been given the opportunity to use an online course called TeenCoder Java, by CompuScholar. If you know anything about me, I love any sort of computer coding, be it HTML, CSS, Java, or JS, so this was something that immediately piqued my interest. For those of you who don’t know, Java is a very powerful coding language that adds a good bit of meat to anything that you code. (Currently I can make things look pretty and do basic operations, but this is a whole lot more fun.)

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Following the tracks of a legacy

This past Saturday was a pretty decent Saturday, as they go for teenagers. I slept in, (thank you, Mom,) relaxed in the morning, played a game with my peer-aged siblings in the afternoon, and spent the rest of the time leading up to dinner outside. It was a beautiful day: the perfect level of sun combined with just enough wind to make it tolerable to my Washingtonian tastes.

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Dear Secular Artist

Dear Secular Artists,

Please stop singing about love. This sensation that you seem unable to divert your attentions from is not love, but simple passion and instinct-based lust. You want that man or woman, but you clearly do not love them enough to actually commit and put a ring on it. You are driven by passion, but I can tell you that even in all of your money and glamour and fans, you fight a nagging sense of hollowness and despair that nothing you do or buy or write can make disappear. This emptiness is the absence of Christ in your heart and the stress and drain of running a self-perpetuated life. Man was not made to live without God. It’s time you realized this.

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The quiet life

My Bible reading today was from Matthew. Specifically Matthew chapters 4-7. If you’re not familiar with the passages, they basically cover Jesus’ temptation in the wilderness and the Sermon on the Mount, some of my favorite chapters in the Bible. This is the culmination of thousands of years of work, where you can finally see everything coming together. Until you’re almost done with the puzzle, you can’t tell what the picture is. In the same way, God is putting the final pieces of His plan in place. Matthew is like NASA’s mission control counting down to liftoff.
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A Letter to MKs Around the Globe

Yesterday, I was left home with my brother while Mom and Mary Hannah took the little guys to a birthday party. If you know anything about our family, you can probably guess that an event like this is usually a celebration of music– music as loud as you want it because no one will mind. We’d been left with a few chores to do, so I figured I’d set up my speaker downstairs. Then I remembered a wonderful application of science that my dad taught me on the roof of our house in Nepal.

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On being homeschooled

I’m not sure where to begin here. This is my first blog post, so hang with me. If I say something completely absurd, just blame it on homeschooling.

I’m Mathaus, the third child in our family. In my Mom’s Homeschooling High School post, she mentioned that my sister, Mary Hannah, and I would be writing sequels to her post, giving our views on how homeschooling affects us. So here I am, a little reluctant, but still typing away.

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