Saving my grade post.

This post is revealed to the public , because I want to save my "journal" grade. So,I am going to advertise a group called "The Voca People".
The Voca People is an ensemble of 8 talented musician-actors; 3 female singers that bring the very best female sounds (alt, mezzo, soprano) and 3 male singers (bass, baritone, tenor. In addition there are 2 beat box artists that create extraordinary human beat box sounds and are considered to be the best performers in their field.
I have heard a specific saying that I think will suit very well, "A picture can say a thousand words", but to make it plauseble for THIS post I had to modify it and I came up with this, "A video can say more than a thousand words".

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N6EYrqIn0yI

This post will publish my oppinions on the foreign students that we have on our class.
They seem to be quite lonely, they never talk to anyone exept between themselves. The only time they tend to open their mouth is when they want to know something or the teacher asks them to.
Our "head+class+teacher" suggested that we try to open them up and get the lonelyness out of them, but I think that isn't so easy as it might seem to an observer standing by , invisiblly , judging our actions...
But I think we will get them to speak tomarrow if not , then the day after that and so on and forth.

My trip to England

Tonight, on my very own journal , I am going to describe my trip to England. Just sit back and enjoy the ride...

My trip to the very rainy land aka England started on 16^th of September , but I arrived at England on the 17^th due to our late night flight (The plane left from Finland, that's why I was absent on the 15^th of September). When we arrived at the Stanstead airport , we had a lot of time to pass by because the train to our next stop, Manchester, didn't leave until 5 AM (We arrived there 12 PM). So, as countless people there did, we tried to sleep those 4 hours. I have to admit that they didn't have any sleeping courters there , so we had to sleep on the cold,hard ceramic tile floor that was below our feet (You would enjoy tho it if you like those “not so warm” floors).

At Manchester we had only one purpose, to visit the Old Trafford (It is an stadium) and take a tour there (I recommend the tour). After we had valiantly conquered the stadium , my friend (Including his mom) and I took our next train to Newcastle.

We spent two days in Newcastle. During those days we had time to get acquainted to the city, visit a place called The Life Museum and even see an Castle that was situated in North Shields. Our “Bed and Breakfast” was quite close to that specific castle (Which name I can't recall at the moment) in South Shields, that is just in the other side of the river ( I think you can say that South + North Shield is like Nõmme for Newcastle).

On our way to Blackpool which was our next stop, I had the opportunity to get a glimpse of the magnificent terrain that surrounded the British and Scottish border. When I arrived at Blackpool , my first thought was “Where am I?”, but as time passed along I came to a conclusion. Blackpool is a fusion between Las Vegas and Paris with an English touch to it. “A another word for We must be inserted here” didn't spend a lot of time in the English Las Vegas, instead we went to Liverpool where we just walked around and stared at the buildings. Since we had our hotel in Blackpool , we had to go back there in the evening...

Our last 4 days we spent in London and part of the fourth day in the airport waiting our man made plane to home. My first impression of London was quite disturbing, it wasn't even similar what I expected to encounter, but I think that a huge factor for that opinion was our hotel. Our “awesome” hotel was next to a train track. So one could say that we had trouble sleeping ( A travelers tip here too : NEVER book a hotel in London, you may never know where you end up). Despite the troubling facts, I got used to it and enjoyed London after all. We ( I feel so bad that I have to use We everywhere) visited quite a handsome number of museums there, some of them were : The Imperial War Museum, The National History Museum, The Science Museum , (Some kind of a nature museum) and many more. THE END!

I hope you guys and gals who read my little story of the not so big England like it and please post constructive comments. (This counts for 3 weeks of journal updates!....hopefully....)

And I would appricate an applause for my hard work of writing this story.