Man I'm really keeping up with these updates lately.
Yes, I've been called to serve...as institute class president. Sorry no mission calls here. BUT! I do plan on going sometime in the future. As said before, I have no idea when that's gonna be.
Anyway yeah I went to class last Wednesday and right before class my instructor Sister Cox asked if she could speak with me and the only boy in class privately. I knew almost immediately what she was going to ask and I'm happy to say that I was actually really excited to hear my prediction come true. My only thing was when she informed us of the training meeting Friday (today) at 7:00 am.
7 am.
I knew I worked thursday night and closed so getting up would be a huge pain. What I did to accomadate the situation was taking every free opportunity I got on Thursday and slept. There was two advantages to that.
1. I was able to get up and get to it.
2. I did so well on time that I actually curled my hair.
To every advantage, there's a disadvantage (usually). That being said my naps took away from my potential study time. Usually that wouldn't be a problem, however I had to exams. One in psychology and the other in math. I did study for my psych exam but that doesn't mean I did well on it. :/ I guess next time I'll study more consistantly. As for my math exam, I think I did decently-although I probably could have studied more.
So I learned a lesson.
This calling is something I'm really looking forward to. I feel like it's important and that it's something similar to a missonary experience. What I'm supposed to do along with my co-president is to invite people we know to institute, get people to come that are already enrolled, and engage in participation of the entire class. What really touched me was when we were seperated into our classes by teacher. She told us that she chose us by way of praying and just observing what we had already done in class. So I guess I was doing something right after all. :) I know I've prayed a few times and shared what I thought was an inspiring message, so I guess it did pay off.
I cannot tell you how happy institute/singles ward/gospel in general has helped me to feel. I know for a surety that we are truely blessed by our common Father when we do what he wants us to. I'm so thankful to be a member of the true church and to have the blessings that come with. I know I probably wouldn't be as far as I am in my education without His help. I feel like I've come a long way in the sense of self improvement.
That's pretty much it for now! My birthday is one month from today! One month and I'll finally be 20! Out of my teens! Wow I'm getting old.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
Ask me how it feels.
I'm just in the blogging mood.
The past three days have been really lame, for sure. I must have downed 64+ oz of water during my shift at work Thursday night-which also meant I spent a lot of time in the bathroom as well. After my shift I went with my friends to cosmic bowling. Even though we didn't really spend any time bowling, it was still kinda fun hanging out with Connor, Shane, and this other girl. We spent most of our time just chilling and enjoying the others company. It was just about 1 am when we finally did bowl. I was feeling fine throughout the night minus the occasional coughs.
On my way home, I got pulled over. Scared me senseless. I had my license, registration and insurance on me thank the Lord. I apparently didn't come to a complete stop on the street that I dropped my friends off at. I didn't get cited or anything though. Probably because the officer was over the top kind to me and that I gave off the good girl kind of vibe. I don't know but I'm really thankful because I don't exactly have two hundred dollars to pay for a ticket and go to traffic school again.
Saturday I woke up with a bone-dry throat again and had a really whooping cough. I called my mom and told her to try to find someone to work for me. The biggest accomplishment I had that day was taking a bath. Yup. I napped that entire day until about 4pm when I looked at my mom's text message. There was no one to cover my shift. Figures. So I called her to find out what was going on. I thought of the worst case scenario, and that was that I would have to go in despite me being desperately ill. The whole day I ate breakfast and nothing else.
Things really took a turn for the worst when she told me that another co-worker that was supposed to work tonight was also sick and that another one just barely left Vegas and had to be there in a half hour. I thought for sure I was going to be screwed, but what ended up happening was that my mom and Katie stayed til six. When I found this out, I just snapped. I for some reason didn't like the idea of making my mom work a double because I didn't feel good. So I worked up enough motivation and was drying my hair when she came into my room to check on me. From there my emotions took over. I fought my tears as I told her that she didn't need to work for me and that I was going in despite my condition. I don't know why exactly I felt that way, but I guess it's because I hate being 'lazy' and having to have other people take care of me. She reasoned with me and told me to go back to bed and from there I pretty much broke down. I felt so helpless. I wanted to help out so bad but because I was so weak, I could not. I couldn't help myself. She offered to go get me a snack and a drink from the gas station which I gladly accepted. She went double over the top and got me two Sobes' and two danishes along with lots of medicine. Survival kit.
On Sunday I spent yet another day on bed rest. I felt very weak and frustrated because I couldn't go anywhere again. My friend asked me to take them to Connor's farewell and I couldn't. Plus Adam's farewell was that day which I could also not go to. The whooping coughs and my congested head were particularly fond of me. I don't think I've slept so much in my entire life. In spite of all the rest, I have been frustrated because I have not had the motivation, much less the energy to get my homework done. I have to say that I'm really thankful for video games as that was my major source of entertainment.
Then today. Today's been a little better. Today I was able to get completely ready. I even made my bed and got new sheets on. I also drove for the first time since Friday and man that was weird. I still feel a little weak overall, but I did go get myself some real food. We ran out of soup yesterday so today I got some french fries and an Oreo shake. My diet is finally returning to normal I'm glad to say. I was able to get some math done. Math that isn't due til Thursday. I need to find the motivation to do everything else now. I haven't talked to anyone in days which has also sucked. Kind of makes me feel lonely. My brother has had planet of the apes over today and twice I had to tell them to chill out because I can hear every little noise that goes on upstairs in my bedroom. Plus my room shakes anytime someone jumps or whatever. Certainly hoping for a normal day tomorrow.
The past three days have been really lame, for sure. I must have downed 64+ oz of water during my shift at work Thursday night-which also meant I spent a lot of time in the bathroom as well. After my shift I went with my friends to cosmic bowling. Even though we didn't really spend any time bowling, it was still kinda fun hanging out with Connor, Shane, and this other girl. We spent most of our time just chilling and enjoying the others company. It was just about 1 am when we finally did bowl. I was feeling fine throughout the night minus the occasional coughs.
On my way home, I got pulled over. Scared me senseless. I had my license, registration and insurance on me thank the Lord. I apparently didn't come to a complete stop on the street that I dropped my friends off at. I didn't get cited or anything though. Probably because the officer was over the top kind to me and that I gave off the good girl kind of vibe. I don't know but I'm really thankful because I don't exactly have two hundred dollars to pay for a ticket and go to traffic school again.
Saturday I woke up with a bone-dry throat again and had a really whooping cough. I called my mom and told her to try to find someone to work for me. The biggest accomplishment I had that day was taking a bath. Yup. I napped that entire day until about 4pm when I looked at my mom's text message. There was no one to cover my shift. Figures. So I called her to find out what was going on. I thought of the worst case scenario, and that was that I would have to go in despite me being desperately ill. The whole day I ate breakfast and nothing else.
Things really took a turn for the worst when she told me that another co-worker that was supposed to work tonight was also sick and that another one just barely left Vegas and had to be there in a half hour. I thought for sure I was going to be screwed, but what ended up happening was that my mom and Katie stayed til six. When I found this out, I just snapped. I for some reason didn't like the idea of making my mom work a double because I didn't feel good. So I worked up enough motivation and was drying my hair when she came into my room to check on me. From there my emotions took over. I fought my tears as I told her that she didn't need to work for me and that I was going in despite my condition. I don't know why exactly I felt that way, but I guess it's because I hate being 'lazy' and having to have other people take care of me. She reasoned with me and told me to go back to bed and from there I pretty much broke down. I felt so helpless. I wanted to help out so bad but because I was so weak, I could not. I couldn't help myself. She offered to go get me a snack and a drink from the gas station which I gladly accepted. She went double over the top and got me two Sobes' and two danishes along with lots of medicine. Survival kit.
On Sunday I spent yet another day on bed rest. I felt very weak and frustrated because I couldn't go anywhere again. My friend asked me to take them to Connor's farewell and I couldn't. Plus Adam's farewell was that day which I could also not go to. The whooping coughs and my congested head were particularly fond of me. I don't think I've slept so much in my entire life. In spite of all the rest, I have been frustrated because I have not had the motivation, much less the energy to get my homework done. I have to say that I'm really thankful for video games as that was my major source of entertainment.
Then today. Today's been a little better. Today I was able to get completely ready. I even made my bed and got new sheets on. I also drove for the first time since Friday and man that was weird. I still feel a little weak overall, but I did go get myself some real food. We ran out of soup yesterday so today I got some french fries and an Oreo shake. My diet is finally returning to normal I'm glad to say. I was able to get some math done. Math that isn't due til Thursday. I need to find the motivation to do everything else now. I haven't talked to anyone in days which has also sucked. Kind of makes me feel lonely. My brother has had planet of the apes over today and twice I had to tell them to chill out because I can hear every little noise that goes on upstairs in my bedroom. Plus my room shakes anytime someone jumps or whatever. Certainly hoping for a normal day tomorrow.
Friday, January 18, 2013
New Beginnings
New Beginnings.
That was an annual event held every year in my homeward when I was still in young women. We'd put on a special presentation thing in which we all took part in singing a song and basically look back at the previous year through slideshows. Our parents would come and they would read us a heartfelt letter of how proud they were of us. Well, that part wasn't every year, but the one year I remember was when my mom gave me the large pink daisy that now sits in my window in my bedroom.Point is, I've decided to take that theme and really apply it this year. Lately I've been looking back through the past year, 2012 and I'm pleased with everything that's happened, good and bad. Believe it or not, I'm thankful for the bad times just because it's good for me. Yes, really. I believe it not only makes me grow and learn from that, but it gives me hope that when it happens again, it shall pass and I'll again learn something. Honestly, if everything went perfectly all the time, I don't think any of us would progress in the way we are supposed to.
My psychology professor mentioned one day in lecture that "we are built to learn."So how am I going to take new beginnings and that statement with me into the new year? It's called my new year's resolutions. This far into the new year I am pleased to say that I have been good in keeping my resolutions. Those of which I'm comfortable sharing are things pertaining to my college career. This semester I've made a promise to myself that I'm going to be a better student. Don't get me wrong, I'm already a good student, but there's things I should improve on. I'm improving my studying habits, sleeping schedule, and note taking skills. When it comes to studying, I'm doing it everyday. Just a little bit at a time in the subjects I feel like I need to spend more time in. My sleeping schedule is to be in bed going to sleep by 10:30 during the school week unless I work. Then it's as soon as I come home. I'm experimenting with hand written notes while I'm in class and then later transferring them over to my ipad so I have a digital copy I can take everywhere. So far it seems to be working, although I have not yet transferred anything over.
What's been going on with you?
Well I look back since Christmas time and honestly, not much has really changed. The new semester has brought a very large amount of happiness into my life, for sure. (no I'm not being sarcastic). I enjoy getting up everyday and making something of myself. I like to learn. Self improvement is something I know I'm always going to strive for. I realize I'll never be truly satisfied or perfect, but it's the progress that keeps me going. I'm trying my best to improve on how I interact with others, meaning that I'm trying not to complain about little things. So basically, keeping my thoughts to myself. I tend to think out loud when it isn't exactly appropriate. It's just a lot of little things.
My buddies are now officially in the system. Future sister missionaries! And I could not be more proud of them. I know they'll be doing quite possibly the greatest work in this life-saving the souls of men. I too have decided to serve a mission myself. I have talked and researched with them all about serving a mission and it's something I really want to do someday. When that time is, I don't have any idea. It would have been nice if I would have gone before I started school. Then again I look back and look at myself now and I'm glad I haven't because I'm not ready in all the required aspects. There's still quite a bit I have to do. All I can do for now is continue down the straight and narrow path and I trust God's plan for me. I believe I'll know when the time will come.
Right now I'm saving my funds for a NikonD90. The original plan was a 5200, then I got looking at 7000s, and I decided that the D90 is smack in the middle of the two and at a reasonable price with how much I want to spend. I've been wanting to upgrade my camera ever since I got Lightroom 4. There's so much more a DSLR can do versus my little point and shoot. Luckily for me my birthday is 1 month and 1 week from today and I have a job. Plus it's also tax return season so that should also assist me. It's like ever since I took those few pictures with Harmony's D600, I wanted a DSLR of my own.
YAY weekend! See ya later!
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