Blue House

So maybe I haven't blogged in a while because it is the end of the semester and my fingers are about to fall off from all the papers and lesson plans and unit plans I have been writing. And maybe last week at FHE instead of helping my group create an effective egg drop carrier, my roommate and I went and explored the basement of the old house where FHE is held.

It was one of the first houses built in Provo. Just think about all the people who have lived there; if walls could talk...Anyway, the basement was awesome. After swimming through some old camping stuff, we found about a ten by ten inch little cupboard door near the top of a sliding closet. It lead to all this extra storage space, full of cobwebs, and completely empty except for a solitary box. Such a great hid-n-go seek place, except really not. It was drafty and full of dust and who knows what sorts of memories. The box was empty though. Yes, we were brave enough to check.

Now I can't walk you through the whole experience. So let's fast-forward through Sarah and I stumbling on one piece of mysterious history to another. Until, we find the dungeon. Yes, under the house is a holocaust looking crawl space dungeon colored with mean rocks covering the floor that would suck the breath right out of you. These people, our FHE family, are maybe living over a dungeon. What was worse, was the little cupboard, under the stairs, opening to a huge shaft - probably the chimney because it was under the fireplace. And lying all cuddled up in the rocks was an sad, old, dead bird. That was enough for us. Back up to FHE where we threw some eggs out the window to see if they would break.

I mean, ya, it was creepy, but also, this house is pure history. Who built it? What happened here? Who left all this stuff and why? Some of my teammates used to live here, and now my FHE members, who else will throw things down the laundry shoot or open the ironing board cabinet, get their mail through the mail slot, throw things out the window, store their forgotten treasure in the basement?

Kind of cool.

And maybe I don't have a picture because I don't usually bring my phone to FHE. And maybe, well definitely, I am supposed to be typing about teaching, not about dungeon houses; and finishing my unit plan, not creeping you out with Provo history.

But just so you don't get bored: Here is me with a tarantula on my arm.
We found it in the basement  ; )