Yesterday I was walking down the hallway in a dorm and walked right in to a water fountain. I'm such a good listener that I will sacrifice myself. =) Wiley was afraid that I would break the fountain, but I was not walking very fast.
Break: right now I'm watching a Food Network show. Why do they use gross ingredients? I like watching people cook something I would be interested in fixing myself- or at least eating. But, gross stuff is nothing that I want to eat. Ex: Eel, stinky tofu, unhatched eggs- gross!!!!!!!
This is short because I'm not remembering the memories. More will be made soon.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Monday today
I have figured out that there are some people who actually read the blog and that's fun. So, an update is needed.
Wiley is becoming quite the cook. I believe that the combination of him being at home more than me (because he's in grad school) and his building confidence around food and appliances is causing this wonderful change. My Aunt Kelly mentioned that I'm a lucky girl and she's right. When Wiley asked me to marry him I was not thinking that one day he would be fixing me really tasty dishes and helping me enjoy eating. This has been a blessing uncovered. If anything, it's a helpful reminder that I do not have anything in my control and even when I think I know what I'm getting, I do not.
God has so much more going on that I realize and recently it seems that my eyes have been opened to more of it. Can it be possible to have a pretty significant shift in idealism in only a few day's time? This is one thing I'm working through and beginnning to feel like I'm being pulled out of the adorable bubble that I grew up in. My parents and God must have done an incredible job of sheltering me for it to have lasted well into my 20's.
Last week I learned of two very devastating circumstances among my own students. Can you imagine being a 13 year old who has nothing to hope for in life and attempts suicide? Not I, but I also had a very stable life around me. One of my students overdosed, but that's not the only tragedy. She was new to my school and already I sensed no hope. She is a nomad. She didn't like school, didn't like anything. I think I even ate my lunch in front of her when she didn't have the money to buy lunch at school. How awful!
Another situation unlike anything I have known: 13 and pregnant. No one to tell her no, no one to enforce boundaries, just a parent who lets her stay home from school. Again, how is it that there are such different sides of the spectrum- me and these two girls. My heart breaks for them: they have a bleak future. How are two girls with barely a middle school education going to survive in our world? Even charity and hand-outs only go so far.
If you're reading this and wonder why I'm so grave, please understand that I love my job and the students who are in my classes, but they have been teaching me as I have been teaching them.
On a lighter side, Wiley just returned with Dryer's Vanilla Bean ice cream. I get to eat ice cream on a Monday night. That's why being a grown up is so much fun. My mom would not have let me eat ice cream on a school night. =)
Wiley is becoming quite the cook. I believe that the combination of him being at home more than me (because he's in grad school) and his building confidence around food and appliances is causing this wonderful change. My Aunt Kelly mentioned that I'm a lucky girl and she's right. When Wiley asked me to marry him I was not thinking that one day he would be fixing me really tasty dishes and helping me enjoy eating. This has been a blessing uncovered. If anything, it's a helpful reminder that I do not have anything in my control and even when I think I know what I'm getting, I do not.
God has so much more going on that I realize and recently it seems that my eyes have been opened to more of it. Can it be possible to have a pretty significant shift in idealism in only a few day's time? This is one thing I'm working through and beginnning to feel like I'm being pulled out of the adorable bubble that I grew up in. My parents and God must have done an incredible job of sheltering me for it to have lasted well into my 20's.
Last week I learned of two very devastating circumstances among my own students. Can you imagine being a 13 year old who has nothing to hope for in life and attempts suicide? Not I, but I also had a very stable life around me. One of my students overdosed, but that's not the only tragedy. She was new to my school and already I sensed no hope. She is a nomad. She didn't like school, didn't like anything. I think I even ate my lunch in front of her when she didn't have the money to buy lunch at school. How awful!
Another situation unlike anything I have known: 13 and pregnant. No one to tell her no, no one to enforce boundaries, just a parent who lets her stay home from school. Again, how is it that there are such different sides of the spectrum- me and these two girls. My heart breaks for them: they have a bleak future. How are two girls with barely a middle school education going to survive in our world? Even charity and hand-outs only go so far.
If you're reading this and wonder why I'm so grave, please understand that I love my job and the students who are in my classes, but they have been teaching me as I have been teaching them.
On a lighter side, Wiley just returned with Dryer's Vanilla Bean ice cream. I get to eat ice cream on a Monday night. That's why being a grown up is so much fun. My mom would not have let me eat ice cream on a school night. =)
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