perjantai 30. elokuuta 2013

A Day as a Queen - the very last time


Alright, this is the last time we're presenting texts from the spring course version of BigColaFor21. Next week we should have brand-new texts from the autumn course people, so please do check back again soon!


Queen for a day

I don't know what I'd do. I'd maybe go shopping and buy everything I've wanted. I would buy fancy clothes and something like that. I'd go to some fancy parties and I'd party all night long with my friends. I'd listen to great music and meet a lot of nice people. Eat amazingly good food too.

I'd like to say that I'd save the world or something like that, but honestly I probably would not. Althouh I read a touching book about cancer children and teens, and it really touched me. So I'd like to donate my money and time to those children. It would make my day to spend time with them and talk to them and just see them.

Alice River


My day as the Queen

Politics are just boring. If I had more time than like two years of my rule, I could perhaps make some things change, but with today’s speed at politics to make something happen, with a month, or even half a year, it’s hopeless. So I decided to just spend one day on the throne and have fun.

My day would start early at 5 am, because a day is just so short. I would have a long, mighty and delicious breakfast, so I could keep going at my full strength all the busy day. There would be some delicious, juicy fruits, waffles or pancakes, salmon (I like salmon very much), freshly made bread and other helpings. For dessert I would have blueberry pie with vanilla sauce and ice cream.

Then the events of the day would finally begin. All the day I would have butlers and maids and such with me to take care of my things and help me with any kind of problems I had.
Firstly I would go to the sea on a handsome ship, and our destination would be a beautiful coral reef, where I would do some diving. But of course the fetch had to make of use too, so I would have some fun and do some water skiing or I would be pulled like it behind the boat in a swimming ring. That would be fun!

After the diving we would set off on a seaplane to our next destinations, which would be some of the world famous sights, like Notre Dame, The pyramids of Gisa, Colosseum and such. And this time I would spend the time on the plane by eating expensive and high quality chocolates, cakes and sweets. (You know, as I write this story, I’m beginning to notice how I really like sweet foods. Luckily I also have some self-control.) And of course I would eat a healthy and delicious meal at some of the sights, otherwise by the end of the day I would be horribly tired and sick from all the sweets I’d eaten.

Finally there would come the evening, and the final experience of the day. I would hang-glide. I’ve always wanted to try it, and with no doubt now would be my chance to. Well, how would it go, I can’t know, but I’m sure I would remember it my whole life.

And after my hopefully successful and soft fly and landing, my day as the queen would sadly be over, and I would go happily home with a check in my hand, that I had earlier in the day donated for myself. With it I could spend many days like this again and have some vacation from work. And I would live happily ever after, just like the princess and queens in the children’s fairytales.

Eve Baggins



torstai 29. elokuuta 2013

Queen for a day - and life!


Time for a real treat - a really long text by our next Queen, Roxie.


How would I spend a day as a QUEEN

Usually when I think about queens life, my thoughts get messed up. Queens can live in big castle or just look like a poor woman and live on streets so I can’t decide where “me as a queen” would live. So… I would live in a big house, not castle because I would just feel lonely and lost in there though there would be many servants and visitors to help me. The house would be painted white and there would be rosewines and those roses would be blue. So that’s my house. My house wouldn’t be two storey, ‘cause it would be just too big. Now to me.

Here I am at my house. I’m dressed in my favorite clothes: white hoodie and gray college pants. The limusin that took me here was now going already. I feel a bit nervous. My servant is running down the stairs that lead to the house. “Sorry I’m late, my mistress”, my servant said. “Oh no, I don’t mind. And just call me Roxie, please”, I smiled. My servant bowed and then smiled at me. He’s so cute! My servant was a boy, same age as me. He has short dark hair and bright gray eyes. His clothes were very old fashioned. If you know those fantasy stories and movies you know what he looks like. “So let’s go inside, my mistress-no-I mean Roxie”, he blushed a little and I laughed at his reaction. He’s just so cute.

When we climbed the stairs, my servant started to talk: “So you are Roxie, right? My name is Sebastian”, I heard him say. “That’s really old fashioned name but it really suits you”, I smiled at Sebastian and he blushed. “Umm… about your clothes…”, he tried to mutter something. “I know, I know! I just don’t have anything to wear that I would use in a place like this, you know. I’m just an ordinary girl”, he nodded as a mark that he understood. I think we will get along great in these two days I’m staying here.

We FINALLY reached the house. I felt like dying but Sebastian didn’t even sweat! He really is used to living here. We walked through a garden with blue roses. I looked at those roses. They’re just so beautiful. We reached the door and before I could touch it, it opened by itself. I got scared and made a little noise. “Did I scare you, mistress?” a beautiful young girl opened the door. She had brown silky hair and emerald eyes. She had a green long dress and an apron. “Yeah, you scared me good. By the way, don’t call me mistress. I would be happy if you called me Roxie”, I smiled at the girl. She turned red like a tomato. Why everyone here are so sensitive at compliments!? Anyway, I don’t dislike that. “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings but… aren’t you a little too young to be a queen?” the girl asked. Before I could say anything Sebastian spoke: “I thought the same thing”, they both stared at me. Oh god why…”Well sorry, but aren’t you a little too young to be servants?” I glared at them. I believe my words were a little harsh but what you can do about it? “R-Roxie, you might be a little hungry and tired from the trip, so, what if we go inside and have something to eat!?” the girl continued cheerfully.

“I’m not hungry at all”, I sighed out loud. “You have to eat something!” the girl shouted to me while forcing me to eat a piece of cake. “By the way, y-you haven’t told your name yet, right?” I said trying to change the subject. The girl blushed again. “My name is Shasha”, the girl said and smiled. “Nice to meet you Shasha”, I smiled back. “Okay, and now you have to eat and then you’re gonna have a bath”, Seastian said while walking in the room. “I’m not hungry!” I shouted. “You have to eat!” Shasha shouted back. Suddenly I felt my arms in a tight grip and I couldn’t move them. I looked up and saw Sebastian’s smiling face. My smile freezed. “This isn’t fair…”, I said. “Now say aaaa”, a piece of cake came closer. “NOOO!!” I screamed.
“What a horrible experience!!” I sighed while taking a bath. “Oh, well… I said and relaxed. After I got myself dry and my pyjamas on I get to the huge bed. “Good night!” I shouted but nobody answered. I felt a cold grip around my heart. And finally I fell asleep.

“Wake up sunshine!” Shasha came dancing through the door. “Oh, shut up”, I dive deeper to my plankets. “Nope, can’t do! Besides you are leaving this evening, so we don’t have time to waste! It’s already ten o’clock!” Shasha came to me and dragged me away from the bed.
“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked Shasha. “Of course, my dear! You look great!” she spoke in tone. I sighed. I was wearing a blue long dress and lots of white lace. “And now you’re gonna wear these…”, she showed me blue shoes with huge heels. “I’m totally fine like this…”, like hell I’m gonna put those shoes on! “It’s not that bad Roxie… Roxie? Roxie!!” before she knew it I ran away. Is living like a queen really like this!? I ran and ran. I dive in a corner and stayed silent while Shasha ran past. I stood up and ran in an opposite way. So we are gonna play ‘hide and seek’ all day… brilliant!

It was something like five past one when my stomach started to hurt. I think, I should have eaten that cake last evening. “Oh, Roxie there you are! Shasha is looking for you”, Sebastian came to me. Oh god…RUN!! “You’re not running!” Sebastian grabbed my hand. I struggled. “Calm down, I’m just gonna take you to lunch or really it’s snack time already, it’s half past one”, Sebastian said. Does time flow really that fast here!?

Om nom nom… Oh god I’m so hungry! “R-Roxie slow down, you’re gonna get a tummy ache!” Shasha said. Yes, she found me. But I made her give up those horrible shoes! One point for me, teehee! The food is so good! Cakes, candies, ice cream, tea…All yummy things. Om nom nom…

It’s already four o’clock! Time passes really fast here. It feels a bit sad. I don’t wanna leave just yet. I’m in the garden. I’m laying on the ground in the middle of those blue roses. I feel like one of them. I started singing… I don’t know what I was singing, the lyrics just came out of my mouth. I really don’t wanna leave just yet…

“Roxie your parents are here!” Sebastian came to get me from the rosegarden. “So they are here…”, I sighed. I ran down the stairs and hugged my parents. “I don’t wanna leave yet so can I stay here?” I asked. Every one looked at me in a shock: “What!?”. “I wanna stay here…”, before I could finish Sebastian and Shasha hugged me tightly. “YAY!!!” they shouted in my ears. This is how I spent my first two days as a queen.

THE END

Roxie Bluerose




tiistai 27. elokuuta 2013

Kings and Queens.... Continued!


At last! We're back at school, and here we have the remaining texts about our imaginary lives as kings and queens. Queen Marie, Queen Charlotta - take it away!


Queen For a Day

If I got a chance to be the queen of the world for one day, I would totally take the offer. As a queen I would maybe make some new laws to replace some of the old ones. I would try to be nice to everyone so my people would like me better. I'd make poor people rich so they could afford to buy proper food, some new clothes and maybe a better apartment.

But I'd think about myself, too. I'd book flights for the next year or two in the 1st class so that I could travel everywhere I've ever wanted to go. Then I would go shopping and buy loads of clothes and shoes and accessories. I'd also buy a big mansion that would include a huge yard with a swimming pool and a tennis court. In my mansion I would have a lot of different kinds of animals with me. There would also be a nice little horse stable in the yard and workers who'd take care of the animals when I wouldn't have time to do it myself.

Oh, and then I'd make vacations last longer. The summer vacation would be about 3 to 4 months long and the winter holiday about 2 months. I'd try to make people understand that protecting nature is important and that all people are equal and should be treated the same.

Then maybe, when the day would come to its end and my time to give away the crown would come, people would be a little smarter and the world would be a little better place to stay. At least that's what I wish for.

Marie Cain



Queen for a day

If I could be a queen for one day, I would live in the castle. I’d enjoy all the fabulous things like swimming pools, huge beds, servants and extremely good food. I would want to see every corner of the castle and meet other royals. I’d want to know what is the royals life like, what they do in their free-time, how hard their life is, what it is like when everyone know who you are, is there any privacy things and stuff like that. I’d like to get know them. I’d love to see all the fabulous dresses and shoes and maybe even try them on.

I think that most of youngsters would just have fun, do whatever they want and control the country, but I’d want to really get to know them and have a realistic picture of their life.

Charlotta Snowhill