Discuss one of the three course themes that you have not discussed in any other prompt. Limit yourself to a computer-generated essay of 400 – 500 words comparing and contrasting either (a) two different significant texts, or (b) two different cultural genres from one period, (c) two like cultural genres from two periods, or (d) two consecutive historical periods.
The framework for all lasting story is the Hero’s Journey. Whether reflected in early myth or in modern dystiopc novels the catching stories are the ones that have an anticipated cycle of the hero’s journey. Two books that follow this preset journey are Shakespeare’s Hamlet and Ray Bradbury’s Farenheit 451. Hamlet is the troubled prince of Denmark called to action and contemplation by his father’s death, his mother’s wedding to his uncle and the apparition he has seen of his late father. All around Hamlet is confusion as he suspects there are underlying deceits he cannot see. Hamlet is called out of mourning and confusion to avenge is father’s murder, but is cautioned against hurting his mother and tainting his character. Hamlet holds a great responsibility on his shoulders, and several people’s fate (and hearts) in his hand. His feigned madness is called into question by the readers. Is it truly false, or did it only begin so, and has his acting became the reality? Through his intrigues he loses his self and finds he has not and cannot keep the promise he made to his father. He betrays his feelings for Ophelia by spurning her, kills a less than guilty Polonius and frightens his mother. In the climax of these whirling events Laretes duels with Hamlet and strikes him with a poisoned blade, and his mother falls dead to poison meant for Hamlet. Through this journey Hamlet loses himself, hurts his mother with his accusations and fails to avenge his father’s murder. Yet he is our hero, a triumph over self because he after losing the one good thing he loved, he finds his reason again. He holds to honor and tries to amend the mistakes he’s made, even though it costs him his life and his quest. Through restoring his honor he redeems himself and ends his hero’s journey.
Guy Montag is a fireman, a public official in charge of setting fires. His hero’s journey begins by meeting his new neighbor, and inquisitive young woman named Clarisse. She is an introduction to a mindset and lifestyle completely unknown to him. Where other people immerse themselves in frivoulous entertainment and indulge in no thought, Clarisse gladly engages in methodical thought and whimsy. through talking together, Clarisse plants the idea of something different in Guy’s mind. He starts to repeat her questions to his co-workers on their professions history and at the next fire they set he unthinkingly grabs a book and hides it. His growing discontentment with is life gnaws at him, and he begins to question the value of his relationship with his wife. After Clarisse dies, Guy receives a visit from his superior at work who simultaneously tries to defend their profession and condemn thinkers like Clarisse and her family, claiming that Clarisse is better off dead than in a family of free thinkers. But Guy, now awakened to his dismal existence and the possibility of a better reality won’t accept it. As he seeks for answers he is met at every turn with the denial of the value of books and knowledge and is instead offered a life of pleasure, entertainment and mindless equality. He is betrayed by his wife and soon deemed a danger to society, a criminal of danger to everyone. With the help of a professor he makes it away from the chase and mindlessness of the city and finds a group of “homeless intellectuals” who made it their goal to keep mental copies of books. Guy finds the beginnings of a purposeful life with these men and finds out there are more like them. The men are part of an underground network with plans to wait out the hedonistic mindset of mankind until books are wanted again. Guy has come home to a place he didn’t know he needed and has completed his journey.
Word Count: 642
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Prompt Number Two
In 400 – 500 words, discuss in detail how one historical period, cultural genre, or significant text (listed below) not discussed in any other prompt has proved foundational to the world of today.
The main idea in current discussions social, political, or educational is “fairness” and “justice”. During the Industrial Revolution the idea of Social Justice became a rallying banner that well-meaning activists and abused workers joined under in the hopes of making the world a better place. The age of the industrial revolution brought about changes in society that brought about an equality of experience. With the industrial age standardization became more widespread, which helped speed up production which in turn raised demand for manufactured goods. This could be seen as the roots for the beginning of the information age. The printing press was refined for faster output and this helped increase the population’s similarity and familiarity of knowledge. Newspapers went from a weekly publication to a daily publication; the common man now had a consistent source of information, reliable and relevant to his life. News of people from other places, or other classes, or other situations became knowledge in hand. People started forming groups, societies and other awareness assemblies in an effort to fix the injustices or even inconveniences around them. Emerging Modernism introduced the cultural desire to turn from the established philosophies of the previous age (and with it challenge the power the upper class held over the working class). The idea that men are all equal citizens of their nation became an ideal embedded into the consciousness of the Age. Workers banded together to demand better treatment from their employers and they got it. It wasn’t handed to them; they had to earn it with tears, sweat, blood, bruises and often their lives. This willingness for sacrifice to achieve a greater good began to be reflected in art and philosophy. With the technology to get out information and the demand of the readers for news that mattered, even if the abusers of power and station didn’t want to let people know, they had to provide product that people wanted. Supply and demand moved quickly beyond textiles, metals, and foods into information and common cause.
Today we still band together with a common cause or idea. It’s no longer simply unions protecting from employers, but students trying to get their message out. It’s voters demanding accurate representation, mothers wanting better foods for their children, fathers getting together to work on cars or talk about sports. The main focus of social interaction is finding the cause people have in common. High school students are encouraged to start clubs based on mutual interests; language; a pop culture phenomenon like manga/anime or a television show; or an activity such as theater, politics or art. Avid readers start book clubs to talk about how they were inspired, captivated or otherwise stimulated by writing. This seemingly natural inclination is a relatively recent phenomenon in society. The Industrial Revolution thrust upon human nature the longing for camaraderie in activity, an inclination that can’t be stopped without severe repercussions or extreme measures. Social networking sites that started as broad ranged interaction have inspired more specific minded people to branch out more selectively into an idea to draw people together. The effect of developments in technology and the methods used to get there, both for better and worse, are so wide spread in their range and occasionally with unobserved influence that they are taken for granted, or assumed to have nearly always been so. Such is not the case, because the groundwork laid by the forefathers of progress did not happen unintentionally, nor should we expect more progress to be made without similar work ethic or progressive mentality.
Word Count: 590
The main idea in current discussions social, political, or educational is “fairness” and “justice”. During the Industrial Revolution the idea of Social Justice became a rallying banner that well-meaning activists and abused workers joined under in the hopes of making the world a better place. The age of the industrial revolution brought about changes in society that brought about an equality of experience. With the industrial age standardization became more widespread, which helped speed up production which in turn raised demand for manufactured goods. This could be seen as the roots for the beginning of the information age. The printing press was refined for faster output and this helped increase the population’s similarity and familiarity of knowledge. Newspapers went from a weekly publication to a daily publication; the common man now had a consistent source of information, reliable and relevant to his life. News of people from other places, or other classes, or other situations became knowledge in hand. People started forming groups, societies and other awareness assemblies in an effort to fix the injustices or even inconveniences around them. Emerging Modernism introduced the cultural desire to turn from the established philosophies of the previous age (and with it challenge the power the upper class held over the working class). The idea that men are all equal citizens of their nation became an ideal embedded into the consciousness of the Age. Workers banded together to demand better treatment from their employers and they got it. It wasn’t handed to them; they had to earn it with tears, sweat, blood, bruises and often their lives. This willingness for sacrifice to achieve a greater good began to be reflected in art and philosophy. With the technology to get out information and the demand of the readers for news that mattered, even if the abusers of power and station didn’t want to let people know, they had to provide product that people wanted. Supply and demand moved quickly beyond textiles, metals, and foods into information and common cause.
Today we still band together with a common cause or idea. It’s no longer simply unions protecting from employers, but students trying to get their message out. It’s voters demanding accurate representation, mothers wanting better foods for their children, fathers getting together to work on cars or talk about sports. The main focus of social interaction is finding the cause people have in common. High school students are encouraged to start clubs based on mutual interests; language; a pop culture phenomenon like manga/anime or a television show; or an activity such as theater, politics or art. Avid readers start book clubs to talk about how they were inspired, captivated or otherwise stimulated by writing. This seemingly natural inclination is a relatively recent phenomenon in society. The Industrial Revolution thrust upon human nature the longing for camaraderie in activity, an inclination that can’t be stopped without severe repercussions or extreme measures. Social networking sites that started as broad ranged interaction have inspired more specific minded people to branch out more selectively into an idea to draw people together. The effect of developments in technology and the methods used to get there, both for better and worse, are so wide spread in their range and occasionally with unobserved influence that they are taken for granted, or assumed to have nearly always been so. Such is not the case, because the groundwork laid by the forefathers of progress did not happen unintentionally, nor should we expect more progress to be made without similar work ethic or progressive mentality.
Word Count: 590
Prompt Number One
In 400 – 500 words, describe how your own thinking has evolved about a single course theme that you have not discussed in any other prompt. Make specific references to at least one historical period, cultural genre, and significant text (listed below) not discussed in any other prompt.
I’ve been very fortunate to have been put into learning situations where a higher level or deeper way of thinking was asked of me. The teaching examples I’ve been exposed to were of a higher standard of expectation of the students. This semester was new not so much in how I think, but what I included as far as what I thought about. Before this semester I would compare one subject or idea to its context or to itself. These past few months I’ve learned to compare similar and even contrasting ideas to each other on their value instead of simply their content. When studying the Baroque period art and music and trying to understand why they changed from the more reserved styles of the Renaissance it was interesting to learn about the mindset behind it. My original concepts about the Baroque style were that over opulence of the upper classes created a demand for equally opulent works of art. It was interesting to find out through studies that it was a stylistic reverting to old Greek foundations in music and a desire to show their love and reverence for the majesty the believed God to be. Murals depicted heaven and its residents as beautiful. Gold filigree and plush clouds, flowing robes and fat cherubs and angels adorned churches and commissioned paintings. Heaven was still the reward for good Christians but artists sought to give a glimpse into the hereafter. Artists wanted to show their patrons and the common church going folk something better than the life they lived. The artwork carried themes from the Renaissance; the ideas of humanism and the importance of the experience of life.
Voltaire’s Candide is an caricature of a man’s reaction to events affecting and often endangering his life. The overarching theme of the book is playing off the lesson Candide learned as a youth; it is all for the best in the best of all possible worlds. Facing exile, near death on several occasions and finding a paradise, all Candide longs for is his lady love, Cunegonde. He clings to the memory of her and the lessons his teacher Pangloss taught him. Through every trial he goes through he berates himself and curses his luck, not feeling fortunate when he is able to escape. Voltaire wished to present extremes in changing fortunes and satirize the reactions of the protagonist in an attempt to show his readers the fickleness of fate, human disposition, and the attitudes of others. Candide’s individualism comes across as selfishness, his reasoning as ignorance, and his adventurous attitude as self-absorption. Reading Voltaire and thinking about the social context, humanism meets individualism and the resulting social change was very interesting. I had never thought of the development of human consciousness other than the great thinkers of the Renaissance, but reading Candide and Voltaire’s history gave me more than the context of the book, and writer. It gave the mindset and motivation of Voltaire, his history and his beliefs. When I was able to look at the whole picture, beginning to end and the parts in the middle it shed light on the complicated facets of changing mentalité. I was able to trace and identify the key and defining characteristics of the Baroque period. This class helped me expand beyond mere context; it helped me find and analyze development of the consciousness of the time.
Word Count: 563
I’ve been very fortunate to have been put into learning situations where a higher level or deeper way of thinking was asked of me. The teaching examples I’ve been exposed to were of a higher standard of expectation of the students. This semester was new not so much in how I think, but what I included as far as what I thought about. Before this semester I would compare one subject or idea to its context or to itself. These past few months I’ve learned to compare similar and even contrasting ideas to each other on their value instead of simply their content. When studying the Baroque period art and music and trying to understand why they changed from the more reserved styles of the Renaissance it was interesting to learn about the mindset behind it. My original concepts about the Baroque style were that over opulence of the upper classes created a demand for equally opulent works of art. It was interesting to find out through studies that it was a stylistic reverting to old Greek foundations in music and a desire to show their love and reverence for the majesty the believed God to be. Murals depicted heaven and its residents as beautiful. Gold filigree and plush clouds, flowing robes and fat cherubs and angels adorned churches and commissioned paintings. Heaven was still the reward for good Christians but artists sought to give a glimpse into the hereafter. Artists wanted to show their patrons and the common church going folk something better than the life they lived. The artwork carried themes from the Renaissance; the ideas of humanism and the importance of the experience of life.
Voltaire’s Candide is an caricature of a man’s reaction to events affecting and often endangering his life. The overarching theme of the book is playing off the lesson Candide learned as a youth; it is all for the best in the best of all possible worlds. Facing exile, near death on several occasions and finding a paradise, all Candide longs for is his lady love, Cunegonde. He clings to the memory of her and the lessons his teacher Pangloss taught him. Through every trial he goes through he berates himself and curses his luck, not feeling fortunate when he is able to escape. Voltaire wished to present extremes in changing fortunes and satirize the reactions of the protagonist in an attempt to show his readers the fickleness of fate, human disposition, and the attitudes of others. Candide’s individualism comes across as selfishness, his reasoning as ignorance, and his adventurous attitude as self-absorption. Reading Voltaire and thinking about the social context, humanism meets individualism and the resulting social change was very interesting. I had never thought of the development of human consciousness other than the great thinkers of the Renaissance, but reading Candide and Voltaire’s history gave me more than the context of the book, and writer. It gave the mindset and motivation of Voltaire, his history and his beliefs. When I was able to look at the whole picture, beginning to end and the parts in the middle it shed light on the complicated facets of changing mentalité. I was able to trace and identify the key and defining characteristics of the Baroque period. This class helped me expand beyond mere context; it helped me find and analyze development of the consciousness of the time.
Word Count: 563
Early morning half-thoughts
Is it odd that I'm a little scared to go home? I've really grown to love this town and the not even three block radius that is my comfortable travel zone. I like my roommates and the random laughter and jokes we have.I love our "Is That What You Had Said" quote wall and our weird half laughs when we re-quote things we've said. I like being curled up on the couch and having at least one girl if not all five within yelling distance. I like being able to come home and immediately be able to join in a conversation, even if it's by eavesdropping and commenting. I like having someone who gets what I'm complaining about because they're going through something similar. I love having girls who there is no drama between, even though we all have drama going on in our lives. I love that we can take a little time to check in on each other, make sure everyone is as ok as we can be.
I'm going to miss these girls, and a part of me (a strong part) doesn't want to have to leave them behind. I hate feeling like I'm going to miss out on all the fun stuff, like a child who doesn't want to go to bed because they're convinced everyone is having fun while they're sleeping.
But change is part of life. I'll be back, I'll even be back in the same apartment. But it can never be the same as this semester. Then again, even if I stay, that can't happen. We can't ever go back, we can only stay still, in a rut, or move forward.
I'm going to miss these girls, and a part of me (a strong part) doesn't want to have to leave them behind. I hate feeling like I'm going to miss out on all the fun stuff, like a child who doesn't want to go to bed because they're convinced everyone is having fun while they're sleeping.
But change is part of life. I'll be back, I'll even be back in the same apartment. But it can never be the same as this semester. Then again, even if I stay, that can't happen. We can't ever go back, we can only stay still, in a rut, or move forward.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
I made a corsage today.
A friend asked if I could, and I said yes. So today I made it. It's pretty good for a first attempt and no real instruction.
It was fun. What do you think? Sorry about the terrible photos. They're taken from my laptop camera
It was fun. What do you think? Sorry about the terrible photos. They're taken from my laptop camera
Friday, December 2, 2011
Craft fair!
I made a bunch of bottlecap pendants and put them on ribbon. Some from a magazine, some I drew.
None have been sold yet, but I'm hopeful that someone will decide to buy some tomorrow. If not, might try selling them via dA or actually get an etsy account. Or give them away as gifts.
I bought a Oreo pop. So good, I wanted to try them, see how they tasted. I saw someone do them on Pinterest. I thought it'd be cute for a party or a wedding reception, so I wanted to try one. They're tasty. I know I'd want the chocolate covered Oreo, but I don't know about the stick. But cute either way.
None have been sold yet, but I'm hopeful that someone will decide to buy some tomorrow. If not, might try selling them via dA or actually get an etsy account. Or give them away as gifts.
I bought a Oreo pop. So good, I wanted to try them, see how they tasted. I saw someone do them on Pinterest. I thought it'd be cute for a party or a wedding reception, so I wanted to try one. They're tasty. I know I'd want the chocolate covered Oreo, but I don't know about the stick. But cute either way.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Whimsy....
Was talking to Austin earlier this week, about snow and how I'd enjoy it more if I were younger because it'd be more magical. He told me there wasn't a reason it couldn't be magical now. I'd forgotten, a while back, how to be whimsical and imaginative. I'd let it die, or at least get rusty. But I'm working on that again. Part of that is going to be reaching for books instead of the computer, and writing down the more creative thoughts rather than just fret over the same old same old.
Hope it works.
"There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland." L.M. Montgomery
Hope it works.
"There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland." L.M. Montgomery
Friday, November 11, 2011
Swimming
So I went to the pool, with my perfectly modest tankini. But I find out its a 15 dollar laundry fee for the semester. I'm more than halfway through. I'm going to be going at least twice a week to get my money's worth. It's helping out with my shoulder, and it's nice exercise.
I'm tired. The point is I went swimming, and I want to do it more while I'm up here.
I'm tired. The point is I went swimming, and I want to do it more while I'm up here.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Still alive....just dealing with stuff
So the roommate drama was over by the next day or so, because I didn't want to hang on to bad feelings. And then a few days later one of my roommates apologizes. And I hadn't said anything to her. Is someone looking out for me up there or what?
So the stuff I'm dealing with is unsolicited advice from roommates that makes me question what I should do. It's not bad. It's just a risk, and right now I'm not that type of risk taker.
Prayer and scripture study. That's what I'm working on. I'll figure it all out eventually.
So the stuff I'm dealing with is unsolicited advice from roommates that makes me question what I should do. It's not bad. It's just a risk, and right now I'm not that type of risk taker.
Prayer and scripture study. That's what I'm working on. I'll figure it all out eventually.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
What would you do? (kinda long, sorry)
The last few blogs I posted you see pretty spectacular Sugar Skull make up. I put quite a bit of thought into the overall design I wanted. I thought it was a beautiful execution of a design not overly familiar to me and from a culture not my own. Both days I walked around this small town that is my temporary second home and got a lot of compliments from friends and strangers alike. I felt beautiful. I loved how I looked and even joked about doing make up like this again on a normal day for fun. I knew I looked good.
Saturday Night (black based design) : I accidentally scare my roommates and one of them (several times) told me I looked disgusting. Not even just that night. The next day as well. She has some personal emotional things going on, so I understand her shortness. But to reiterate it? Several times? I try not to let people's non constructive comments bother me, but this got to me. What would you have said?
Monday night (brown based design) : I walk in the door and surprise my roommate who asks why every day I dress like a freak. Two days (not even consecutive) count as every day? It was the better design of the two and I had these two little girls at the theater I went to loving it. Members of the cast were complimenting me as well as random people at the diner. So why does this get to me? I was walking on air. I had a beautiful make up job, it was a windy evening and my hair was down, and I felt like an ethereal creature walking along the streets with my hair blowing in the wind. I wasn't a freak. What would you have done? I just said, "Well, it is Halloween" and walked out.
I'm not an unattractive girl, but I'm not always feeling beautiful. I just feel normal most of the time. And I'm fine with that. It kinda makes the beautiful times that much better. So when people compliment me I love it, and of course I want more, but I only fish for compliments on bad days. I loved looking like this today, catching glimpses of myself in the mirror and windows and being reminded. Part of me feels pathetic that this would put a dent in my mood, the part of me that knows it shouldn't affect me. So why did I let them get to me? But the compliments I've gotten have not been unnoticed, nor have my friend's and family's comments been ignored. The people who know me loved it, the people with appreciation for art like it. What should I care for two girls who I'll soon leave behind when I move back home for my off track.
"Magical Realism" is how my friend described it. Like I was "cut from a different cloth". I was beautiful tonight, and I only wish that I had better pictures. I took as many as I could. I have far more than the four of either day I posted here. I'll remember the feeling and fun of today for a while.
And really, I cant hold a grudge for something like this, so I know I'll forgive and move on and love hanging out again. But I don't necessarily see a deep, lasting friendship growing here. But I'm still going to hold out hope for something.
Thank you.
Saturday Night (black based design) : I accidentally scare my roommates and one of them (several times) told me I looked disgusting. Not even just that night. The next day as well. She has some personal emotional things going on, so I understand her shortness. But to reiterate it? Several times? I try not to let people's non constructive comments bother me, but this got to me. What would you have said?
Monday night (brown based design) : I walk in the door and surprise my roommate who asks why every day I dress like a freak. Two days (not even consecutive) count as every day? It was the better design of the two and I had these two little girls at the theater I went to loving it. Members of the cast were complimenting me as well as random people at the diner. So why does this get to me? I was walking on air. I had a beautiful make up job, it was a windy evening and my hair was down, and I felt like an ethereal creature walking along the streets with my hair blowing in the wind. I wasn't a freak. What would you have done? I just said, "Well, it is Halloween" and walked out.
I'm not an unattractive girl, but I'm not always feeling beautiful. I just feel normal most of the time. And I'm fine with that. It kinda makes the beautiful times that much better. So when people compliment me I love it, and of course I want more, but I only fish for compliments on bad days. I loved looking like this today, catching glimpses of myself in the mirror and windows and being reminded. Part of me feels pathetic that this would put a dent in my mood, the part of me that knows it shouldn't affect me. So why did I let them get to me? But the compliments I've gotten have not been unnoticed, nor have my friend's and family's comments been ignored. The people who know me loved it, the people with appreciation for art like it. What should I care for two girls who I'll soon leave behind when I move back home for my off track.
"Magical Realism" is how my friend described it. Like I was "cut from a different cloth". I was beautiful tonight, and I only wish that I had better pictures. I took as many as I could. I have far more than the four of either day I posted here. I'll remember the feeling and fun of today for a while.
And really, I cant hold a grudge for something like this, so I know I'll forgive and move on and love hanging out again. But I don't necessarily see a deep, lasting friendship growing here. But I'm still going to hold out hope for something.
Thank you.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Happy Halloween (more make up pictures!)
Way more elaborate tonight! It's the big day after all! I did a fleur de lis, (it's my favorite shape) and more flourishes. I did it all myself (except the jaw lines, but I did the marks along the jaw). B/c I have brown eyeliner and browns for my make up that's the color theme I went with tonight, and I really wish I had a better camera, because the metallic around my eyes looks amazing! And the brown makes my eyes really stand out (I don't think you can tell in the photos as much)
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Saturday Dio De Los Muertos
I FINALLY DID A HALLOWEEN MAKE UP JOB AS A SUGAR SKULL!!!! I've been wanting to do this for three years!
Hair up and with earrings....
Hair down, no earrings....
Hair up and with earrings....
Hair down, no earrings....
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Life with needles
So last week I sold plasma for the first time and was on the couch recovering the rest of the day. This week they messed up returning blood to me and they couldn't finish, so now I have a bruise on my elbow that kinda fades in and out. But these experiences are teaching me a lot.
1) The guys at the plasma center are all married
2) Be sure to eat and drink as soon as you feel well enough to afterwards
3) When your veins want to pump out blood and the guy wont let you pump your fist to help with blood flow, you can kinda feel it backing up in your arm. Not very comfy.
4) A guy trying to fix the puncture by moving the needle around while inside your arm makes your veins feel achy afterwards.
5) I have some of the best friends and roommates, because on both occasions they all were there to support (and in a few other instances laugh at) me.
Also, I have a brace for my other arm to help with potential carpal tunnel. One of our guy friends is really over protective about it when he's around. Azk had to tell him I wasn't completely helpless. But when he's around I humor him.
It's kind of a hinderance, so I've started taking it off for notes or tests during class, and wearing it the rest of the time. I'm currently not wearing it because I wanted to actually post something. So here! A post for you!
Other things going on in my life
One of the apartment stove burners busted while Azk was cooking on it, scared us both. I've got pictures but only one my phone. If you want to see the burner and the pot, let me know, I'll text you!
My roommates and I have so many inside jokes it's getting ridiculous, and I'm sorta starting to take their speaking mannerisms.
Lastly, I got two packages in one day! One from my amazing grandma and one from my marvelous mother! I'll show you the bag my grandma got me later, once I figure out what I want to use it for. I'm afraid of it getting ruined or dirty. I want it to stay nice as long as possible, but I also want to use it. Decisions decisions.....
1) The guys at the plasma center are all married
2) Be sure to eat and drink as soon as you feel well enough to afterwards
3) When your veins want to pump out blood and the guy wont let you pump your fist to help with blood flow, you can kinda feel it backing up in your arm. Not very comfy.
4) A guy trying to fix the puncture by moving the needle around while inside your arm makes your veins feel achy afterwards.
5) I have some of the best friends and roommates, because on both occasions they all were there to support (and in a few other instances laugh at) me.
Also, I have a brace for my other arm to help with potential carpal tunnel. One of our guy friends is really over protective about it when he's around. Azk had to tell him I wasn't completely helpless. But when he's around I humor him.
It's kind of a hinderance, so I've started taking it off for notes or tests during class, and wearing it the rest of the time. I'm currently not wearing it because I wanted to actually post something. So here! A post for you!
Other things going on in my life
One of the apartment stove burners busted while Azk was cooking on it, scared us both. I've got pictures but only one my phone. If you want to see the burner and the pot, let me know, I'll text you!
My roommates and I have so many inside jokes it's getting ridiculous, and I'm sorta starting to take their speaking mannerisms.
Lastly, I got two packages in one day! One from my amazing grandma and one from my marvelous mother! I'll show you the bag my grandma got me later, once I figure out what I want to use it for. I'm afraid of it getting ruined or dirty. I want it to stay nice as long as possible, but I also want to use it. Decisions decisions.....
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Political Copy and Paste
Glenn, motivated by the disgusting phone call, decided to counter the hate with something more positive – a reading of “The New Colossus”:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea‑washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon‑hand
Glows world‑wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air‑bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” Cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest‑tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
After the poem, Glenn said, “There is only one space. There is only one country. It has been our charge and our duty. I testify to you now that the only reason this country exists is to be a safe haven for those who are not wanted any place else, whether that be a Jew or you. This is the place and the only place on Earth where man can be safe. The minute, the minute we don’t defend that with everything in us, we are done. The Lord will have no place for us. This is not about our money. This isn’t about our lives. This isn’t about our sacred honor. This is about our sacred duty. What part of the symbol of the Statue of Liberty do we not understand? It is to represent the covenant, the covenant that we have, the opportunity that God and this land will provide. Not for you. Not for me. But for those who have been rejected everywhere on Earth. Watch them. See what they can do. Welcome them. You come in the front door.”
“So many people will say, ‘Well, what about all the people who come across our borders?’ I have said this since I started talking about the border. The golden door is enormous. But it is a door. You come in the front door. Anyone who tries to make that door smaller does not understand. But anyone who says you can come in through a window also does not understand. Her flame represents imprisoned lightning. Her mild eyes command. She represents the guardian of the golden door, the beacon. Come here. No one else wants you. Come here. But she also represents a sentinel. Back off. I will protect. Statue is not a statue. All of our American symbols have been bastardized. You only make a statue of someone that large because the idea she represents is larger. And real. But the minute we forget, the minute we twist, the minute we close our eyes, the broken chains at her feet become meaningless and in the eyes of God, so do we.”
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea‑washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon‑hand
Glows world‑wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air‑bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” Cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest‑tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
After the poem, Glenn said, “There is only one space. There is only one country. It has been our charge and our duty. I testify to you now that the only reason this country exists is to be a safe haven for those who are not wanted any place else, whether that be a Jew or you. This is the place and the only place on Earth where man can be safe. The minute, the minute we don’t defend that with everything in us, we are done. The Lord will have no place for us. This is not about our money. This isn’t about our lives. This isn’t about our sacred honor. This is about our sacred duty. What part of the symbol of the Statue of Liberty do we not understand? It is to represent the covenant, the covenant that we have, the opportunity that God and this land will provide. Not for you. Not for me. But for those who have been rejected everywhere on Earth. Watch them. See what they can do. Welcome them. You come in the front door.”
“So many people will say, ‘Well, what about all the people who come across our borders?’ I have said this since I started talking about the border. The golden door is enormous. But it is a door. You come in the front door. Anyone who tries to make that door smaller does not understand. But anyone who says you can come in through a window also does not understand. Her flame represents imprisoned lightning. Her mild eyes command. She represents the guardian of the golden door, the beacon. Come here. No one else wants you. Come here. But she also represents a sentinel. Back off. I will protect. Statue is not a statue. All of our American symbols have been bastardized. You only make a statue of someone that large because the idea she represents is larger. And real. But the minute we forget, the minute we twist, the minute we close our eyes, the broken chains at her feet become meaningless and in the eyes of God, so do we.”
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Hail Becki
Just sitting around the apartment and suddenly we hear a tremendous noise coming from outside. It was so forceful, we started laughing at it. Becki wanted to run out into it, and so did i, so we ran to check on my bike, to make sure it was ok. Really, it was just an excuse, but it was so fun. Cold feet stepping on hail kinda hurts, but we laughed and ran as fast as we could. There was a river running through our parking lot and hail everywhere. We had fun even if our toes froze. Yep, we were barefoot. Totally rockin'!
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Cooking new food for people
I LOVE IT! In my hunger I forgot to get pictures of the potatoes I made, but let me assure you, they were delicious. Will probably make them again, since they're fun and easy to make (and eat). I'll try to get pictures next time!
Trying to eat healthy
But I hate broccoli. It's just so gross. I also got peas, b/c like broccoli I'll eat them if I have to. And I'm telling myself I have to.
Going to try a new recipe tonight, either domino potatoes or sliced baked potatoes. I'm excited because I haven't tried making anything new since moving up here. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Today was good
I talked to my dad and we got a great deal on plane tickets down to SD for my cousin's wedding! Then I went to devo and got to listen to Sister Elaine Dalton speak, and got her husband to sign my journal (he was closer than she was, and then she went behind him before I could ask her to sign it). Then I come home and mt bridesmaid dress is here! Very exciting, and I look great in it! Today is good.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
For those of you asking...
My art site is pondie.deviantart.com/
Enjoy, and ask any questions you might have. Still figuring out how to work the scanner, so the newer drawings are really faint. Hope you can still see them.
I definitely like having new artwork up again, and not taking up space on someone's computer.
Enjoy, and ask any questions you might have. Still figuring out how to work the scanner, so the newer drawings are really faint. Hope you can still see them.
I definitely like having new artwork up again, and not taking up space on someone's computer.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Fall away from California
I don't know that I'm a fan, but I know I'll survive it. Fat flurries started falling yesterday, and when I went outside in my long sleeved shirt and pj bottoms (ok, bear with me, I forgot a friend of mine needed help carrying stuff too the lounge and I didn't want to make her wait while I changed into real pants. I wont let it become a habit.) it wasn't that cold, but I wouldn't want to stand around in it. Then this morning it was light drizzle and chill winds. The temperature is just fine WITHOUT WIND CHILL! I only had two classes, both at the other end of campus, and the second time walking that distance I was talking on the phone with a friend who got to hear me shriek a little when the wind started blowing harder. I kept having to switch hands so I could warm up one in my pocket while the other froze. I got to use my armwarmers, and I am SO GLAD I made the stitches tight. They would not be as warm if I didnt, and when I have my hands in my pockets my sleeves don't go to my wrists, so the armwarmers helped MAJORLY. It was worth the sore hands.
Going to Deseret Industries to shop for more warm clothes to help me through this chilly time in my life. I know if I can bundle up I'll be just fine. But I might still occasionally complain.
Going to Deseret Industries to shop for more warm clothes to help me through this chilly time in my life. I know if I can bundle up I'll be just fine. But I might still occasionally complain.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Scanner = FABULOUS
I got some more art posted on my deviantart account! So happy my roommate has a scanner! I like having an outlet for my art other than people asking "hey, can I see your sketchbook?". When I try to explain to people the story or idea behind my artwork, it's awkward for me, and I feel like they just think I'm a weridie or something. On dA I just write down a description and people get it or they don't. Not that a whole bunch of people even look, but still.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Rainy Days in Idaho
So the VP of BYU-Idaho mentioned the "deceptively nice weather" when school first started. And now I know what he means. Woke up this morning to rain, and my first thought was "Oh no! I didn't put the poncho on the bike!" So that was soaked, but I just put a shopping bag on the seat and rode slower than usual, because I didn't want to get mud splatters up my back.
Is it just me, or is everyone sorta dumber when it rains? I was biking up to campus (like I do) and people just kept being in my way. And some of them have head phones, so I can't say "excuse me" and get by. I have to arrange a whole tactical insertion. Ridiculous.
Spent a long while in the bookstore, because I didn't want to go home and lose my "I'm at school" vibe that gets me through the school day. But now the weather is starting to clear up, and I wanted to go enjoy rooibos while it was still rainy. Oh well, I'm sure there will be other rainy days.
I don't know that my anxiety has gone away, but the peppermint helps keep the stomach pain away, and it sorta came back yesterday, I think because I hadn't had any for a while. That stuff has been saving my sanity, for sure.
So I broke down and got something frivolous. Well, two things, but they weren't expensive at all.
I didn't even know they made these, but at home, every time I get chocolate I always give it to Tyler. So this one is all mine.
These feel like they're bigger than the ones in the boxes at the store. Either way, I'm excited for chocolate!
Is it just me, or is everyone sorta dumber when it rains? I was biking up to campus (like I do) and people just kept being in my way. And some of them have head phones, so I can't say "excuse me" and get by. I have to arrange a whole tactical insertion. Ridiculous.
Spent a long while in the bookstore, because I didn't want to go home and lose my "I'm at school" vibe that gets me through the school day. But now the weather is starting to clear up, and I wanted to go enjoy rooibos while it was still rainy. Oh well, I'm sure there will be other rainy days.
I don't know that my anxiety has gone away, but the peppermint helps keep the stomach pain away, and it sorta came back yesterday, I think because I hadn't had any for a while. That stuff has been saving my sanity, for sure.
So I broke down and got something frivolous. Well, two things, but they weren't expensive at all.
I didn't even know they made these, but at home, every time I get chocolate I always give it to Tyler. So this one is all mine.
These feel like they're bigger than the ones in the boxes at the store. Either way, I'm excited for chocolate!
Monday, September 12, 2011
Liverpool, 1944
At the request of the First Presidency, I had gone to England as coordinator for the LDS servicemen. One Saturday afternoon in 1944, I sent a telegram from London to the base chaplain near Liverpool letting him know that I would be in camp the next morning to conduct Mormon church services at 10:00 a.m.
When I arrived at the camp, there were 75 Mormon boys, all in uniform and quite a number in battle dress. The chaplain to whom I had sent the wire proved to be a Baptist minister from the southern U. S. He, too, was waiting for my arrival. As these young men ran out to greet me not because it was I, but because of what I represented, and as they literally threw their arms around me, knowing I was representing their parents as well as the Church, the minister said, “Please tell me how you do it.”
“Do what?”
“Why,” he said, “I did not get your wire until late this morning. I made a hurried search. I found there were 76 Mormon boys in this camp. I got word to them. 75 of them are here. The other is in the hospital. I have more than 600 Baptist in this camp, and if I gave them 6 months notice, I could not get a response like that.”
And then he repeated, “How do you do it?”
I said, “Sir, if you will come inside, perhaps you will see.”
We went in to the little chapel. The boys sat down. I asked, “How many here have been on missions?” I think a full 50% raised their hands.
I said, “Will you and you and you” and I pointed to six of them “please come and administer the sacrament? And will you and you and you” and I pointed to six others “please come and sit here and be prepared to speak.”
Then I said, “who can lead the music?” A number of hands were raised. “Will you come and lead the music? And who can play this portable organ?” There were several more hands, and one was selected. Then I said, “What would you like to sing, fellows?” With one voice they replied, “Come, Come Ye Saints!”
We had no hymnbook. The boy sounded the chord: they all arose. I have heard “Come, Come Ye Saints” sung in many lands and by many choirs and congregations. Without reflecting adversely on what we usually hear I think I have only heard “Come, Come Ye Saints” sung that once when every heart seemed to be bursting. They sounded every verse without books.
When they came to the last verse, they didn’t mute it; they didn’t sing it like a dirge but throwing back their shoulders, they sang out until I was fearful the walls would burst. “And should we die before our journey’s through, happy day, all is well”; I looked at my minister friend and found him weeping.
Then one of the boys who had been asked to administer the sacrament knelt at the table, bowed his head, and said, “Oh, God, the Eternal Father.” He paused for what seemed to be a full minute, and then he proceeded with the rest of the blessing on the bread. At the close of that meeting, I sought that boy out. I put my arm around his shoulders, and said, “Son, what’s the matter? Why was it so difficult for you to ask the blessing on the bread?”
He paused for a minute and said, rather apologetically, “Well, Brother Brown, it hasn’t been two hours since I was over the continent on a bombing mission. As we started to return, I discovered that my tail assembly was partly shot away, that one of my engines was out, that three of my crew were wounded, and that it appeared absolutely impossible that we could reach the shore of England.
Brother Brown, up there I remembered Primary and Sunday School and MIA, and home and church, and up there when it seemed all hope was lost, I said, ‘Oh, God the eternal Father, please support this plane until we reach a landing field.’ He did just that, and when we landed, I learned of this meeting and I had to run all the way to get here. I didn’t have time to change my battle dress, and when I knelt there and again addressed the Lord, I was reminded that I hadn’t stopped to say thanks.
Brother Brown, I had to pause a little while to tell God how grateful I was.”
Well, we went on with the meeting. We sang. Prayers were offered, and these young men, with only a moment’s notice, each stood and spoke, preached the gospel of Jesus Christ to their comrades, bore their testimonies, and again I say with due respect—to the various ones with whom I have associated and labored—they were among the finest sermons I have ever heard.
Then the time was up and I said, “Fellow, it’s time for chow. We must dismiss now, or you will miss your dinner.” With almost one voice they cried, “We can eat grub any time. Let’s have a testimony meeting!”
So we stayed another hour and a half while every man bore witness to the truthfulness of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. Each one in turn, and in his own way, said, “I know that God lives. I know that the gospel is restored. I know that Joseph was a prophet of God.” Again I looked at my friend, and he was weeping unashamedly.
At the close of that meeting, this minister said, “I have been a minister for more than 21 years, and this has been the greatest spiritual experience of my life.”
When I arrived at the camp, there were 75 Mormon boys, all in uniform and quite a number in battle dress. The chaplain to whom I had sent the wire proved to be a Baptist minister from the southern U. S. He, too, was waiting for my arrival. As these young men ran out to greet me not because it was I, but because of what I represented, and as they literally threw their arms around me, knowing I was representing their parents as well as the Church, the minister said, “Please tell me how you do it.”
“Do what?”
“Why,” he said, “I did not get your wire until late this morning. I made a hurried search. I found there were 76 Mormon boys in this camp. I got word to them. 75 of them are here. The other is in the hospital. I have more than 600 Baptist in this camp, and if I gave them 6 months notice, I could not get a response like that.”
And then he repeated, “How do you do it?”
I said, “Sir, if you will come inside, perhaps you will see.”
We went in to the little chapel. The boys sat down. I asked, “How many here have been on missions?” I think a full 50% raised their hands.
I said, “Will you and you and you” and I pointed to six of them “please come and administer the sacrament? And will you and you and you” and I pointed to six others “please come and sit here and be prepared to speak.”
Then I said, “who can lead the music?” A number of hands were raised. “Will you come and lead the music? And who can play this portable organ?” There were several more hands, and one was selected. Then I said, “What would you like to sing, fellows?” With one voice they replied, “Come, Come Ye Saints!”
We had no hymnbook. The boy sounded the chord: they all arose. I have heard “Come, Come Ye Saints” sung in many lands and by many choirs and congregations. Without reflecting adversely on what we usually hear I think I have only heard “Come, Come Ye Saints” sung that once when every heart seemed to be bursting. They sounded every verse without books.
When they came to the last verse, they didn’t mute it; they didn’t sing it like a dirge but throwing back their shoulders, they sang out until I was fearful the walls would burst. “And should we die before our journey’s through, happy day, all is well”; I looked at my minister friend and found him weeping.
Then one of the boys who had been asked to administer the sacrament knelt at the table, bowed his head, and said, “Oh, God, the Eternal Father.” He paused for what seemed to be a full minute, and then he proceeded with the rest of the blessing on the bread. At the close of that meeting, I sought that boy out. I put my arm around his shoulders, and said, “Son, what’s the matter? Why was it so difficult for you to ask the blessing on the bread?”
He paused for a minute and said, rather apologetically, “Well, Brother Brown, it hasn’t been two hours since I was over the continent on a bombing mission. As we started to return, I discovered that my tail assembly was partly shot away, that one of my engines was out, that three of my crew were wounded, and that it appeared absolutely impossible that we could reach the shore of England.
Brother Brown, up there I remembered Primary and Sunday School and MIA, and home and church, and up there when it seemed all hope was lost, I said, ‘Oh, God the eternal Father, please support this plane until we reach a landing field.’ He did just that, and when we landed, I learned of this meeting and I had to run all the way to get here. I didn’t have time to change my battle dress, and when I knelt there and again addressed the Lord, I was reminded that I hadn’t stopped to say thanks.
Brother Brown, I had to pause a little while to tell God how grateful I was.”
Well, we went on with the meeting. We sang. Prayers were offered, and these young men, with only a moment’s notice, each stood and spoke, preached the gospel of Jesus Christ to their comrades, bore their testimonies, and again I say with due respect—to the various ones with whom I have associated and labored—they were among the finest sermons I have ever heard.
Then the time was up and I said, “Fellow, it’s time for chow. We must dismiss now, or you will miss your dinner.” With almost one voice they cried, “We can eat grub any time. Let’s have a testimony meeting!”
So we stayed another hour and a half while every man bore witness to the truthfulness of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. Each one in turn, and in his own way, said, “I know that God lives. I know that the gospel is restored. I know that Joseph was a prophet of God.” Again I looked at my friend, and he was weeping unashamedly.
At the close of that meeting, this minister said, “I have been a minister for more than 21 years, and this has been the greatest spiritual experience of my life.”
Stadium Singing
So every Sunday evening there's an event called stadium singing. Because I wasn't able to go to any official memorial for the tenth anniversary of the 9-11 attacks, I thought this would be the best way to show my remembrance and support of the lives lost and changed that day. I didn't know that it would be a spontaneous choir that one joined. I thought it was something to go listen to. So I was horribly unprepared because I didn't bring my hymnal to college with me, let alone along to the stadium. But I was able to do well enough, since most of the songs were patriotic.
It was beautiful, so many people joined together singing. I don't remember all the songs we sang, but I do remember singing "Onward Christian Soldiers", "God Be With You Till We Meet Again", "America The Beautiful" "My Country 'Tis of Thee", "Battle Hymn of the Republic" "Come, Come Ye Saints" and the "Star Spangled Banner".
I think I got them all. I loved hearing "Come Come Ye Saints" because of the WWII story I associate with it now. I'll post it in the next blog. "Battle Hymn of the Republic" is always a nice one to hear as well. It was such a lovely time. The only awkward spot was meeting up with a guy I met a few days ago, he kept looking at me while I was singing, which was awkward (1) because...well... why was he looking at me? We're all here to sing, either with friends or not, but we didn't even walk here together....(2) I didn't know all the words all the time and I felt like he was scrutinizing me.
Other than that, it was a beautiful experience, even if it did catch me off guard. And before singing "The Star Spangled Banner" as the last song, we had a moment of silence. It was nice. Especially because the conductor was my roommate and I (and my mom, just a little bit) got to give input for song and song order. Pretty cool!
It was beautiful, so many people joined together singing. I don't remember all the songs we sang, but I do remember singing "Onward Christian Soldiers", "God Be With You Till We Meet Again", "America The Beautiful" "My Country 'Tis of Thee", "Battle Hymn of the Republic" "Come, Come Ye Saints" and the "Star Spangled Banner".
I think I got them all. I loved hearing "Come Come Ye Saints" because of the WWII story I associate with it now. I'll post it in the next blog. "Battle Hymn of the Republic" is always a nice one to hear as well. It was such a lovely time. The only awkward spot was meeting up with a guy I met a few days ago, he kept looking at me while I was singing, which was awkward (1) because...well... why was he looking at me? We're all here to sing, either with friends or not, but we didn't even walk here together....(2) I didn't know all the words all the time and I felt like he was scrutinizing me.
Other than that, it was a beautiful experience, even if it did catch me off guard. And before singing "The Star Spangled Banner" as the last song, we had a moment of silence. It was nice. Especially because the conductor was my roommate and I (and my mom, just a little bit) got to give input for song and song order. Pretty cool!
Monday, September 5, 2011
Surprise Phone Call
So I get a call from an area code back home, and I pick it up, and I recognize the voice as he says hello, and introduces himself as John from Round Table Pizza. A little bit into his call (talking about some special thing they're doing this week for people on this phone list) I KNOW it's him, and he sounds so casual, I was wondering if maybe he knew who he was calling, so I asked if it was who I thought it was, and he stops, says yeah and asks who knows him on the other end of the line. I tell him it's me and he's all surprised, because he didn't think it was me (must not have my last name on the list) and he told me he was a little worried, maybe someone wasn't happy with him on my end of the line. So we talked for a little bit, about my school and housing, and his dissertation and then he let me go, since he had other numbers to call and I don't live in there anymore, so I can't use the special. It was a really nice surprise, talking to him. This guy is so cool, very intelligent and has a great wife and children.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
I love these videos so much I had to share.
Miss my sisters! This California Girl is lonely in Idaho
Rrrrosella the snail Tamer/trainer. Man, that was such a long night, I kept messing up. You actually hear me say lion tamer at the end. I lost my voice so bad the next day.
I miss working on Thursday Forum with the gang. I haven't done it in a year. I'm so sad......
I wanted to post the airsoft one, but I can't, because it's not my video. Lamesauce.
Friday, September 2, 2011
We interrupt your normal blog for a demonstration of the emergency frustration alert system
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That is all. Thank you.
That is all. Thank you.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
I wanna throw up
Is it possible to get sick with loneliness and anxiety? I think it might be. This grown up thing is hard.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Flowers and Chocolate!
The flowers came!
I love two toned roses! I'm so happy they came! And I think (hope!) these ones will hold up longer. They're so pretty and cheerful! Now I know why Sam always wants us to get him flowers for his room.
Also, pretty chocolates!
I love two toned roses! I'm so happy they came! And I think (hope!) these ones will hold up longer. They're so pretty and cheerful! Now I know why Sam always wants us to get him flowers for his room.
Also, pretty chocolates!
Job Hunting Update!
So yesterday I printed up my resume to take around, and today I did just that. Started at Taco Time and totally name dropped (For those of you who've never been in one, to me it's a mix between Del Taco and Taco Bell, but since it's Idaho Mexican food, it's worse)
Then I dropped by Gator Jacks, a Cajun themed restaurant (go ahead, guess how badly I'd like to work there) and they told me they'll probably be hiring a month or so into the semester if/when people realize they can't handle work with their school workload.
Then I stopped by Jimmy John's, a Freaky Fast Gormet Sandwich shop, where I have an interview at 10am on Thursday. I was supposed to print up an application, but I couldn't make it work so luckily they accepted the resume I had. Excited for another interview!
Then I went to Gringo's (another Mexican food place, but this one is a sit down restaurant, but I don't know if it's any better.) and it was sorta the same deal, supposed to apply online, but I couldn't get it to work, so I just gave them my application.
Stopped by Sammy's to see when Heather the Hiring Manage gets in this week, and I'll be going back Thursday at 8:30pm. I really want to work there, more than the Cajun place, it's closer to home, and I know I'd eat there, which is a factor, because every food place I've worked people have asked me my opinion of what's good, and I LOVE burgers and fries and shakes, so I'd be all to happy to give my opinion. I think it'd be perfect.
Then I made a quick stop to a place called JB's, which seems like a Marie Calendar's or an upscale Denny's. Dropped one off their, and the waitress said they'd get back to me if they started hiring.
So that was this morning. Not too exciting, but (I think) very productive. Going to go to Porter Park to read and draw once my new flowers arrive. I made a deal with a friend of mine that if I start reading and drawing more, he'll start practicing his trumpet again. Not really much incentive, but a deal is a deal. Ive got my Zentangle book that my Grandma gave me, and my Glenn Beck book. Once I finish it I'm allowing myself to read a Louis L'amour book. But not until, because then it's not reward. And with my currently very boring life, I need something to look forward to. Right now it's the Flowers, the book and my friend FINALLY coming up for the semester.
Then I dropped by Gator Jacks, a Cajun themed restaurant (go ahead, guess how badly I'd like to work there) and they told me they'll probably be hiring a month or so into the semester if/when people realize they can't handle work with their school workload.
Then I stopped by Jimmy John's, a Freaky Fast Gormet Sandwich shop, where I have an interview at 10am on Thursday. I was supposed to print up an application, but I couldn't make it work so luckily they accepted the resume I had. Excited for another interview!
Then I went to Gringo's (another Mexican food place, but this one is a sit down restaurant, but I don't know if it's any better.) and it was sorta the same deal, supposed to apply online, but I couldn't get it to work, so I just gave them my application.
Stopped by Sammy's to see when Heather the Hiring Manage gets in this week, and I'll be going back Thursday at 8:30pm. I really want to work there, more than the Cajun place, it's closer to home, and I know I'd eat there, which is a factor, because every food place I've worked people have asked me my opinion of what's good, and I LOVE burgers and fries and shakes, so I'd be all to happy to give my opinion. I think it'd be perfect.
Then I made a quick stop to a place called JB's, which seems like a Marie Calendar's or an upscale Denny's. Dropped one off their, and the waitress said they'd get back to me if they started hiring.
So that was this morning. Not too exciting, but (I think) very productive. Going to go to Porter Park to read and draw once my new flowers arrive. I made a deal with a friend of mine that if I start reading and drawing more, he'll start practicing his trumpet again. Not really much incentive, but a deal is a deal. Ive got my Zentangle book that my Grandma gave me, and my Glenn Beck book. Once I finish it I'm allowing myself to read a Louis L'amour book. But not until, because then it's not reward. And with my currently very boring life, I need something to look forward to. Right now it's the Flowers, the book and my friend FINALLY coming up for the semester.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Uphill is painful
So today, for various reasons, I couldn't print up my resumes at the library. Instead I went to the Franz' and they graciously allowed me to use their printer.
It took me far longer than I excpected to, and hurt like nobody's business. I'm still not used to the thin air, or up hill bike rides.
My ankle kept hitting the pedal enough that it started to bleed. Not a lot, luckily not all over the Franz' white carpet.
When I showed up Sister Franz got me a wine glass of ice water and cold grapes. She is one of the nicest ladies I know. And her husband is pretty cool too. She even offered to let me nap on the couch, she could tell I was so tired. And her husband drove me home in his awesome truck.
And they gave me jam! Mixed berry jam!
It took me far longer than I excpected to, and hurt like nobody's business. I'm still not used to the thin air, or up hill bike rides.
My ankle kept hitting the pedal enough that it started to bleed. Not a lot, luckily not all over the Franz' white carpet.
When I showed up Sister Franz got me a wine glass of ice water and cold grapes. She is one of the nicest ladies I know. And her husband is pretty cool too. She even offered to let me nap on the couch, she could tell I was so tired. And her husband drove me home in his awesome truck.
And they gave me jam! Mixed berry jam!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Today
So haven't gotten a call back from the grocery, and they said if they didn't call, "sorry" meaning they didn't want someone for a second interview. In this case, that someone is...me. Nice. But I went back to the places I applied to, and two of them said the people who read the resumes is out on vacation, so I should go back next week. Say a prayer for me, please!
Went for a long walk, found some cool places I'd like to work. Going to get resumes and applications in, for sure. One place is a Cajun food place. So want to work there. I'm such a dork.
Also, The flowers Curtis sent me started to wilt, and when I called ProFlowers the guy was really nice, and when he went to process my order, the bouquet I had received wouldn't arrive until next Thursday. I told him I didn't care what kind of flowers I got as long as they were pretty. So the one he sent is two dozen roses, and because of a deal going on right now, it comes with another vase and chocolates. More flowers and chocolate? I'm very excited!
Went for a long walk, found some cool places I'd like to work. Going to get resumes and applications in, for sure. One place is a Cajun food place. So want to work there. I'm such a dork.
Also, The flowers Curtis sent me started to wilt, and when I called ProFlowers the guy was really nice, and when he went to process my order, the bouquet I had received wouldn't arrive until next Thursday. I told him I didn't care what kind of flowers I got as long as they were pretty. So the one he sent is two dozen roses, and because of a deal going on right now, it comes with another vase and chocolates. More flowers and chocolate? I'm very excited!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Laundry Day!
Did my first laundry run away from home!!! I'd be more proud if I didn't fall asleep after I put the wash in. I was there for two hours, just waiting. And as my first away from home laundry, its probably my third time actually doing my own laundry. Sad, I know, but my mom has a system in place that I worry about disrupting. But now I know I can do it all by myself. The only thing I forgot was to put in a dryer sheet. And that's no big deal.
Also, I have almost exactly enough hangers for all my clothes. Every laundry day I'll have one hanger left over, which is technically one to little, but since I'm wearing a shirt and capris, it's ok.
Breaking out the mac and cheese tonight! Yum!!!!
Also, I have almost exactly enough hangers for all my clothes. Every laundry day I'll have one hanger left over, which is technically one to little, but since I'm wearing a shirt and capris, it's ok.
Breaking out the mac and cheese tonight! Yum!!!!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
A little tired.
So settling down into my new apartment, getting a daily routine going until I get a job. Had a job interview today, and I think it went pretty well. It was a group interview and there were 12 people in my group, so I only got asked two questions. "What would people is you're greatest weakness?" and "If you got a job hear, what would you least like to do?". For the first one, I said opinionated, because it's true, and at some jobs superiors have called me out on it, so I said that while I try to say things tactfully, I like to know what I can do to improve, and I try to help others out by doing the same. Second question I said "clean the chicken fryer" because while I'm not accident prone, somehow I have managed to burn myself on that more than get cut on cans or knives or other blades and sharp objects. (not that I haven't cut myself on blades, knives or cans, I've just burnt myself on a chicken fryer more. Usually when I'm cleaning it the oil splashes, and hot oil hurts!) One girl was asked if "you were a car, what kind and color would you be and why?" and she said a blue VW Beetle. When I asked her, she said she meant the new kind. Apparently the usually ask guys that question, but they decided to ask a girl. Wish they'd asked me. I'd have picked a sleek black '67 Impala, because they're classic and always ready to rock if you treat them right. Oh well.
So I think the interview went well. I'll find out Thursday or Friday and I'll definitely let all you guys know what happens. I'll probably text before I blog about it though. Thanks for all your prayers, and please keep them coming, I need all the help I can get!
After work I hung out around the apartment, got to Skype Ammon, which was fun while it lasted. Charlotte came in at the end of the conversation and said they'd been looking all over for Ammon and they needed to go. He was in his room the whole time. How hard were they looking? Texted back and forth with Rachel a little, which was nice, since we don't talk a whole lot normally.
Then I napped for a little bit after that, and some how had my hands under me, my palms on the back pockets of my pants, which have buttons to keep them shut (No idea why, I only bought them because I liked how they looked on me better than the other pair I tried on) and I woke up to this ache in my hands, from where the buttons had been pressing into my hands really hard. A few minutes after I woke up the doorbell rang which was weird, because one roommate is out of state, and the other was babysitting, and when I opened the door it was a fed ex guy (who liked my firefly shirt) with a box from ProFlowers!
My friend back home sent them to me as a house warming gift. It was a nice surprise. After the flowers came I went down to Down East Basics to exchange a shirt and I (being the bargain hunter and bored girl I am) hunted in the other racks for clothes. I ended up getting a slouchy knit jacket that I really like, and is really warm. It's dark red, yellow and blue and is missing a few buttons, but I can just use the ones that are there and move them around, or get new ones if I find a Joannes. It was 25% off, and really warm. Thank you everyone I texted for fashion advice. I tried on two others, but one looked like a bathrobe and after Jim Gaffigan's ideas about robes ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At97qw6H7_s ) it sorta ruined it for me. Super cute, but I couldn't wear it without thinking about this. The other one, I'm pretty sure was a dress, since it buttoned up all the way and didn't have a collar.
So here's my laptop camera shots of the jacket I got:
Terrible lighting, but if I get any pictures of me wearing it this fall, I'll put them up. I think it's cute and comfy, just need jeans and boots to pull off the winter look.
If I look flustered or like I'm blushing, keep in mind that wall mart is about two miles (so I was told) from my apartment and I biked there, then took the photos so some family back home can see them. I was HOT. And a little dizzy from lack of water (don't worry, I was already drinking water when I took these, I just didn't want to rush it and feel worse) and probably food (dinner is next on my itinerary.
So this is a long post, congrats if you read all the way to the bottom. If you sent me your address I'll mail you a prize!
So I think the interview went well. I'll find out Thursday or Friday and I'll definitely let all you guys know what happens. I'll probably text before I blog about it though. Thanks for all your prayers, and please keep them coming, I need all the help I can get!
After work I hung out around the apartment, got to Skype Ammon, which was fun while it lasted. Charlotte came in at the end of the conversation and said they'd been looking all over for Ammon and they needed to go. He was in his room the whole time. How hard were they looking? Texted back and forth with Rachel a little, which was nice, since we don't talk a whole lot normally.
Then I napped for a little bit after that, and some how had my hands under me, my palms on the back pockets of my pants, which have buttons to keep them shut (No idea why, I only bought them because I liked how they looked on me better than the other pair I tried on) and I woke up to this ache in my hands, from where the buttons had been pressing into my hands really hard. A few minutes after I woke up the doorbell rang which was weird, because one roommate is out of state, and the other was babysitting, and when I opened the door it was a fed ex guy (who liked my firefly shirt) with a box from ProFlowers!
My friend back home sent them to me as a house warming gift. It was a nice surprise. After the flowers came I went down to Down East Basics to exchange a shirt and I (being the bargain hunter and bored girl I am) hunted in the other racks for clothes. I ended up getting a slouchy knit jacket that I really like, and is really warm. It's dark red, yellow and blue and is missing a few buttons, but I can just use the ones that are there and move them around, or get new ones if I find a Joannes. It was 25% off, and really warm. Thank you everyone I texted for fashion advice. I tried on two others, but one looked like a bathrobe and after Jim Gaffigan's ideas about robes ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=At97qw6H7_s ) it sorta ruined it for me. Super cute, but I couldn't wear it without thinking about this. The other one, I'm pretty sure was a dress, since it buttoned up all the way and didn't have a collar.
So here's my laptop camera shots of the jacket I got:
Terrible lighting, but if I get any pictures of me wearing it this fall, I'll put them up. I think it's cute and comfy, just need jeans and boots to pull off the winter look.
If I look flustered or like I'm blushing, keep in mind that wall mart is about two miles (so I was told) from my apartment and I biked there, then took the photos so some family back home can see them. I was HOT. And a little dizzy from lack of water (don't worry, I was already drinking water when I took these, I just didn't want to rush it and feel worse) and probably food (dinner is next on my itinerary.
So this is a long post, congrats if you read all the way to the bottom. If you sent me your address I'll mail you a prize!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Well...Moving in
So I'm officially in my new apartment! Nearly settled in my room, just wishing I had more drawers, or a better shelf. As it is, I'm trying not to have a cluttered desk (so I can actually use it for school work instead of as an extra shelf. Bed is made, window sill is set up. Just need my roommate to clear out her part of the closet and then I can move my desk around and have a little more moving room.
Being on my own is scary. And until I get a job I'm not going to have a lot to do.
I want chocolate. Dang it. I should have gotten some while I was at the store.
Being on my own is scary. And until I get a job I'm not going to have a lot to do.
I want chocolate. Dang it. I should have gotten some while I was at the store.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Last day
I've got a pain in my cheekbones, like I've been smiling too much...
It's because I've been holding in my tears for a week.
Anyway, BBQ and Cream Soda taste test party and one last bike ride with Curtis and then sleep and moving day tomorrow. Packing up this week my mom was a great help. I feel like she judges me for what I keep or give up, which is good, because I get rid of more stuff that I'd get rid of eventually anyway. I'm just that self conscious. And for moving boxes around last night, Curtis was such a help too. Organizing, giving feedback, it was very helpful.
I did cry some talking to my mom this morning, and then when I said good bye to my two best friends, and I've been tearing up on and off this evening. I'm probably going to cry some more tonight and bawl a ton tomorrow and when my parents drop me off for real.
I love living down here, and I know I need to move out and grow up. I just wish it didn't feel like this.
It's because I've been holding in my tears for a week.
Anyway, BBQ and Cream Soda taste test party and one last bike ride with Curtis and then sleep and moving day tomorrow. Packing up this week my mom was a great help. I feel like she judges me for what I keep or give up, which is good, because I get rid of more stuff that I'd get rid of eventually anyway. I'm just that self conscious. And for moving boxes around last night, Curtis was such a help too. Organizing, giving feedback, it was very helpful.
I did cry some talking to my mom this morning, and then when I said good bye to my two best friends, and I've been tearing up on and off this evening. I'm probably going to cry some more tonight and bawl a ton tomorrow and when my parents drop me off for real.
I love living down here, and I know I need to move out and grow up. I just wish it didn't feel like this.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Deadlines
I hate deadlines to things I dread. Countdowns just make everything worse. I don't know why people like count downs for other people's events. "So, Laura, when are you leaving?" "How long you still in town for?" "When's your last day?". Oh my gosh! Please drop it! If I wanted to talk about it I'd probably bring it up myself.
I guess other people think there's absolutely no reason to not want to move out. Forget about the fact that I've never lived outside my home.
I don't want to leave behind my friends and family. This whole summer I've barely seen my best friend, so thankfully I'm going to see her and another friend tomorrow. Last day in California. Let's see if I can get through it without crying. I've done well so far. I'm not looking forward to the crying I'll go through when I get to La Jolla. I hate crying. I don't know anyone who likes it, but most people seem to be able to accept when they do cry. Anyway, back to moving out.
I'll be living with five other girls. I know their names, but nothing else about them. I barely get by living with my two sisters and mom without going insane. Five girls? I honestly have no clue how to handle it. I have a friend who says not to room with people you want to continue liking, so I guess it's good I have no friends I'm rooming with. Shopping for my own food and doing laundry consistently is going to be a new change too.
I hope I can do well at college. Not just in school, but in surviving being on my own. I'll need a job, while I'm up there and when I get back when I'm off-track.
I don't want to grow up. I want to just magicaly be "up" already. Processes are long and tedious and stressful.
I guess other people think there's absolutely no reason to not want to move out. Forget about the fact that I've never lived outside my home.
I don't want to leave behind my friends and family. This whole summer I've barely seen my best friend, so thankfully I'm going to see her and another friend tomorrow. Last day in California. Let's see if I can get through it without crying. I've done well so far. I'm not looking forward to the crying I'll go through when I get to La Jolla. I hate crying. I don't know anyone who likes it, but most people seem to be able to accept when they do cry. Anyway, back to moving out.
I'll be living with five other girls. I know their names, but nothing else about them. I barely get by living with my two sisters and mom without going insane. Five girls? I honestly have no clue how to handle it. I have a friend who says not to room with people you want to continue liking, so I guess it's good I have no friends I'm rooming with. Shopping for my own food and doing laundry consistently is going to be a new change too.
I hope I can do well at college. Not just in school, but in surviving being on my own. I'll need a job, while I'm up there and when I get back when I'm off-track.
I don't want to grow up. I want to just magicaly be "up" already. Processes are long and tedious and stressful.
Monday, August 8, 2011
And the Countdown is on
I packed almost a whole box today. Just sheets, bath stuff and my Rooibos. And a teddy bear my best friend got me. That HAS to go with me. Clothes and books are next on the list, and then hopefully I can actually take a few days to relax with friends and family. Or procrastinate by blogging and be stressed out.
Still waiting to hear back from some teachers, but I don't think they're going to care that I need their class this semester and have a little pity on a girl from a California Community College. Oh well. Maybe I could just try to crash the class. We'll see.....
Still waiting to hear back from some teachers, but I don't think they're going to care that I need their class this semester and have a little pity on a girl from a California Community College. Oh well. Maybe I could just try to crash the class. We'll see.....
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Just an interesting thought
http://rainscamedown.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-have-to-disagree-just-little.html
Friday, July 15, 2011
Stressin to the finish line
Just under a month until I leave for BYUI. I've got some of my classes, but I'm one credit short. Ugh, I should've contacted my sister in law for help sooner. Other methods have long since been proven failures. Oh well. Another "live and learn" moment for sure. This weekend I'll be seeing a whole lot of my family as we gather together in love and understanding and try to avoid talking about anything of meaning.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Planning things...
I love getting together with people and having a good time. Planning things can be really fun for me, and I don't even worry if things don't go as planned, because I am all about having a good time. The catch is...I have a date tomorrow. Planning dates makes me worry because if I'm the one planning, I've done the asking and I want it to go well. But I worry that I'll do or say something really dumb.
In this instance I asked the guy out just before he left Monday Night Volleyball. I am terrible at volleyball, and because I play without my glasses I don't play well at all. Everything is out of focus so I pay attention less. He tried to help me play better, give me pointers and all that, even got to the point where when I messed up I'd look at him or my friend and we'd just make a face and shrug our shoulders. So some teasing, all fun and games. Then he heads out because he's got to get up early for work and I run over and ask if he's doing anything Thursday (tomorrow) and he wasn't so I asked if he'd want to see a free concert, and he seemed, I don't know, not "happy she asked me" but pleased with the idea. Then I was a space cadet and managed to give him the we'd meet up, my address and number, and figure out what we're doing for food. Notice I did not get his number. A mutual friend of ours tried to give it to me, but I think its weird when people have my number and they didn't get it from me.
So the POINT of this long tirade is I'm not sure what to make. My plan so far is sandwiches, bring root beer or cream soda, and maybe get some berries from the farmers market. Because I like them. I wont be dipping them in chocolate, because THAT IS WEIRD for a first date. I feel like it's lacking though, and I've seen guys eat, they can eat a lot, and he'll be coming from work. Suggestions! Please! I'd like to make a better impression than I feel I have at church and volleyball.
In this instance I asked the guy out just before he left Monday Night Volleyball. I am terrible at volleyball, and because I play without my glasses I don't play well at all. Everything is out of focus so I pay attention less. He tried to help me play better, give me pointers and all that, even got to the point where when I messed up I'd look at him or my friend and we'd just make a face and shrug our shoulders. So some teasing, all fun and games. Then he heads out because he's got to get up early for work and I run over and ask if he's doing anything Thursday (tomorrow) and he wasn't so I asked if he'd want to see a free concert, and he seemed, I don't know, not "happy she asked me" but pleased with the idea. Then I was a space cadet and managed to give him the we'd meet up, my address and number, and figure out what we're doing for food. Notice I did not get his number. A mutual friend of ours tried to give it to me, but I think its weird when people have my number and they didn't get it from me.
So the POINT of this long tirade is I'm not sure what to make. My plan so far is sandwiches, bring root beer or cream soda, and maybe get some berries from the farmers market. Because I like them. I wont be dipping them in chocolate, because THAT IS WEIRD for a first date. I feel like it's lacking though, and I've seen guys eat, they can eat a lot, and he'll be coming from work. Suggestions! Please! I'd like to make a better impression than I feel I have at church and volleyball.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
An adventure behind me
I am officially done with Palomar College. The sheer magnitude of that statement cannot be adequately professed through lights on a screen. I've felt stuck at Palomar for a few years now, and I'm finally able to move on to something new, and hopefully something better. Now it's a semi-carefree summer preparing to move out on my own (as far as I can move out anyway) and to another state! Idaho, here I come!
But seriously, I am so happy to be getting more hours at work and spending more time with family and friends who matter. And documenting as much as possible to savor memories of warm California as I endure cold Idaho winter. And collecting things to make my house up there more of a home (dishware, sheets, stuff like that) and to feel more settled in. Also need to find more easy healthy recipes so I don't eat junk food or nothing while I'm up there. That would be counter productive.
Anyway, wish me luck as I prepare this summer, and I'll try to update more as things progress!
But seriously, I am so happy to be getting more hours at work and spending more time with family and friends who matter. And documenting as much as possible to savor memories of warm California as I endure cold Idaho winter. And collecting things to make my house up there more of a home (dishware, sheets, stuff like that) and to feel more settled in. Also need to find more easy healthy recipes so I don't eat junk food or nothing while I'm up there. That would be counter productive.
Anyway, wish me luck as I prepare this summer, and I'll try to update more as things progress!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Movies and BYU-I
Saw Atlas Shrugged Part 1 on Tuesday night. It was finally playing close by. Interesting movie. Someone like me couldn't get through the movie with out wanting to reach through the silver screen and slap someone. Staunch Capitalist like me, having to watch legislators and lobbyists and special interest groups poison the economy with their 'human interest' agenda. More legislation and regulation to clutter progress and industry only serves to cripple everyone. Sure, some people get rich off the taxes and fees, but they are the ones living off the labor of others, and not contributing to supply and demands of goods in the economy. Seeing Parts 2 and 3 is going to be interesting.
On the note of BYU-I, contacted the manager, put in the application and paid the fee. They said they'd get to me once my application was processed. So say a prayer, here's to hoping. I only have so much money to spend on application fees and such.
On the note of BYU-I, contacted the manager, put in the application and paid the fee. They said they'd get to me once my application was processed. So say a prayer, here's to hoping. I only have so much money to spend on application fees and such.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Standards of Men and Gone With the Wind
So, watching Gone With the Wind because Charlotte needs to for her Sword of Freedom Class, and I've come to two conclusions.
(1) Scarlett O'Hara is a terrible person. Selfish, manipulative, vindictive and intent on getting what she wants because of the things she cant even try to have.
(2) Clark Gable is a VERY handsome man. The classic kind of handsome, that no matter what the trend of good looks is, his kind of handsome will never go out of style.
This is about as romantic as Romeo and Juliet. I'm surprise that more people don't hold their love to Scarlett and Rhett's example the way they do to the Shakespearean tragedy. Because this is definitely on par with that love disaster.
(1) Scarlett O'Hara is a terrible person. Selfish, manipulative, vindictive and intent on getting what she wants because of the things she cant even try to have.
(2) Clark Gable is a VERY handsome man. The classic kind of handsome, that no matter what the trend of good looks is, his kind of handsome will never go out of style.
This is about as romantic as Romeo and Juliet. I'm surprise that more people don't hold their love to Scarlett and Rhett's example the way they do to the Shakespearean tragedy. Because this is definitely on par with that love disaster.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
School of/and Life
So I got accepted to BYU Idaho! Now just to worry about housing and finance and a job up there. But I'll be ok, wont I? So I'm sailing the seas of Student Housing and Loans and Trying to Find Employment alone. Exciting, no? There is SO much I had no idea I needed to do, and I've got school NOW to worry about. I need to hang in there, but any advice would be appreciated. I've got people asking all kinds of questions about when I'm leaving, what will I do when I'm up there and other stuff that CAN'T really be my first priority with schoolwork breathing down my neck at the same time.
No wonder America's graduations are low. None of the kids know what they're doing, and they don't have adequate support for how to go about figuring it out.
No wonder America's graduations are low. None of the kids know what they're doing, and they don't have adequate support for how to go about figuring it out.
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