28.4.09

The fast lane, and why I was evicted from there

    Before last night, part of me still missed High School.  Before last night, I would sometimes find myself wishing that I still lived with my parents, that I still ate wonderfully beautiful home-cooked meals, that I still watched TV whenever I felt like it.  Before last night, I might have fallen asleep imagining the faces of teachers that I might never see again, friends I barely talk to anymore, roads whose destinations I never had to question.  Before last night, I liked to daydream of classes without homework, weekends without the library, schedules without Philosophy courses.

    But then we had dorm banquet last night.  Like a man hanging by his fingers on the edge of a sheer rock face whose entire life plays like a movie projected on his eyelids, I relived all of the high school dances I ever went to, felt again all of the wounded teenaged angst, and smiled inwardly to myself, because I realized that that never have to feel that way again if I play my cards right.  

    Good times.  I love not being in high school anymore.

    Want a good laugh?  Go here.

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24.4.09

There's nothing so much like God on Earth...

...as a father to his daughter.



Happy birthday, daddy!

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20.4.09

This is how it works...

...you're young until you're not, 
                  you love until you don't, 
                                   you try until you can't.

    Well, let me tell you, it's been a crazy couple weeks.  I've been on emotional roller coasters of the worst kind, the worst I can ever remember.  Reminiscent of Annie Camden going through menopause.  But I think I'm out of those by now, or at least I hope so, and I feel like it.  It was mostly just freaking out about the future, and how it's all going to be different than the past, and how I have very little reference as to what my life is going to be like, even for the coming summer.  But I've tried lately to focus more on the exciting changes, and the cool parts of the scary ones.  That's helped a lot.

    Easter weekend was fantastic.  My favorite memory from this entire school year.  I was intelligent leading up to it, so I didn't have much homework to do, and my boyfriend came with me to meet my family.  They were really great, he was really great, church was really fun, we decorated, hid, and found eggs, watched fun movies, ate amazing pizza, the weather was fantastic...So much fun.  I wish every weekend of my life could be like that.

    After that, though, I spent a good portion of my time late last week and a bit into the weekend freaking out about my Political Science paper about privatizing social security and my interview for being an Orientation Leader in the fall.  The outline for the paper is due on Friday and the interview was today.  Just an hour ago, actually.

    It was the most nerve-wracking thing I've experienced in a while.  Leading up to it, I was incredibly on-edge because I've never interviewed for something before.  I was interviewed by my school paper last year for a feature article of a noteworthy senior (that's me; who knew?)  but that doesn't count, considering a) I knew the interviewer really well from girl scouts and German class, b) there was nothing to lose from saying something stupid because she wouldn't have put it in the article, and c) I didn't have to dress up.  

    Dressing up.  Bah, I hate it.  Plus, the only times I have to dress up nowadays are the times when I have to impress someone or fit in with a crowd of people, and in either case, I'm already freaked out enough as it is, so dressing up just exacerbates the situation.  I'm paranoid that my skirt is riding up in back or that I have a huge ugly run in my tights or that my feet smell and I just don't notice or that my hair is doing something hideous without my permission...It's just not a good time.

    I feel like I was really quite calm during the actual interview though, and I was pretty articulate, and I feel like I played up my positives well, considering I'm generally terrible at that.  Still, just like with tests in school, when I feel like I did well, I always get more scared that I am blind to just how badly I did.  Right now, I'm worried that I had too low of expectations for myself since I've never had an interview before.  

    But I know I did as best as I could have, and I'm proud of myself for even trying.  In the end, I've decided that if I don't make it, whatever, I get an extra week of summer.  If I did make it, hooray!  Reason to celebrate.  I really just want to know now though; I'm not a patient person when it comes to these things.

    I've been watching A:TLA (perhaps you remember how much I like this show) a lot these past few days.  It's so good.  Not that I condone committing crimes, but you should find someway to watch the show if you can...coughsurfthechannelcough.  Watching that again is part of the reason I've returned to a regular emotional balance, because I'm something of an escapist and I haven't had anything to escape to lately.  I'm not reading any books, up until this weekend, I hadn't written anything in months, and watching The Office with my floor or crazy movies like Crash and American History X doesn't lend itself to my kind of mental holiday.  Anyway, I'm thankful to Aang, Zuko, Momo, and Appa for all their help.  And Ben, naturally, but he's not animated or a plushie.

    Well, that's your update.  And sorry for the rather...off-putting last entry.  I was in a valley there.  The sad thing is that in all this ridiculosity with my personality in the past few weeks, I never really got the highs.  Besides Easter, I was never really excessively happy.  That seems wasteful to me.  But I'm solid now.  And I have some British literature to read.  So bye.

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Hey, pee-ess, please pray for my friend Simon.  Even if you don't believe in prayer or God.  I desperately want something for him that doesn't look like it will happen, and the only thing I can do to help is pray, but my lone voice isn't going to be enough.

4.4.09

Introspection: my Anti-life

    How about a good story?

    Once upon a time, there was a Danish prince who always sat around thinking about doing things instead of doing them.  One day, he was so busy thinking that he killed his whole family and then died himself.  The end.

    Want another one?

    Once upon a time, there was a girl who always sat around thinking about doing things, and then thought about their possible consequences, and so didn't do them.  One day, she was so busy thinking that she drove herself mad because she didn't know what to do anymore.  What was smart, what was ridiculous, what was right, what was immoral, what was rational, what was running away from potatoes with huge eyes.  So then she sat in her room while all of her friends went out to eat at her favorite restaurant because she didn't think she deserved to go.  

    Didn't think she deserved to go?  What the heck is that about?  Since when do you need to deserve food?

    And then, once everyone left, she felt stupid.  And scared.

    The End.

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Hey, pee.ess., please pray for my friend Simon and his family. Even if you don't believe in prayer. Or God even. I desperately want something for him that probably won't happen, and the only think I can think to do to help is pray, but my prayers are not enough.

2.4.09

I doubt that even the Romans realized what the Calendar would do to our friendship...

    In light of yesterday, I would like to point you to the date.  Today is April 2nd, so we can conjecture that yesterday was April 1st, and for what ever reason, it is standard practice to throw out all social contracts and be deceitful on this day.  

    I love Calvin, I'm still a Secondary Ed English Major, and there's no way I'm leaving Subway to go to Hollywood over the summer.  That would just be silly.

    Thanks for indulging a mean girl's mischievous spirit, though!  I greatly appreciated your compliance.

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1.4.09

We can't stay like this forever...

    Well, this has certainly been an interesting day.  One that I'll never forget.

    Let me start from the beginning.  I was supposed to start taking my Secondary Ed. classes this semester, but they were closed by the time I registered, so they told me to start taking them in the fall.  If I had been in EDUC 102 this semester like I was supposed to be, I would have known earlier that I had a preliminary departmental exam to take this week that would ultimately decide my aptitude as an instructor.  As it was, I found out on Monday when the "reminder" email was sent out to all the first-year education students.  After a powwow with some of my education friends, we all signed up to take the test yesterday morning at 8:00.  It was standardized scantron and we got our scores back over the internet this morning.  

    I failed.  Not just nerd-failing, not just didn't-meet-my-own-too-high-expectations failed.  I failed miserably.  I checked my score first thing after waking up, and then checked my email immediately afterwards to see that my education advisor had asked me to come in and see her later.  So I set up a meeting with her over my lunch break and prayed for the next two hours that there would be some way I could recover from this blow.

    During my first class of the day, American Government, we had guest speaker, a Calvin Alum, come in for about thirty minutes and talk to us about a political science mock-umentary mini-series starting next summer on NBC.  He said the show would be a cross between "The West Wing" and "The Office," and though I generally have a very low view on recycled television, the show actually sounded pretty interesting, both entertaining and informational.  He said it was going to be Hollywood's good-will service to America in trying to inform the public about how politics works as well has how current events are affecting everyday people.

    Luckily, that presentation took my mind off of my current program predicament and I was able to pay attention fully.  Otherwise this day would be much more of a heap than it is.  But more on that later....

    After class, I went straight to my advisor's office.  She explained to me the heart-wrenching news that the secondary education program does not take students who received as low a score as I did on the departmental entry exam.  She said that people who achieve my level of failure generally have psychological obstacles that would keep them from thriving in a teaching position, and that could endanger their students, in which case they believe that our vocation lays somewhere else.

    I was...a mess.  This cesspool of emotions from righteously angry (I am not a psychologically blocked, okay?) to considerably distraught.  Education has been my one dream for as long as I can remember.  And now I find out that I'm in no way qualified to even try it out.  I skipped my next class and tried to sleep off my depression.  It didn't work, really, because I kept waking up really sharply and bursting into tears.  

    That all lasted until about 1:00.  I gave up the nap as a bad job and got up to check my email again.  I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what I got.  

    The presenter from my Poli-sci class had emailed me over KnightVision (my school's internet networking thing) to tell me that my Brit-Lit Prof had given him my name.  He was looking for students who might be interested in internship positions in Calfornia with his new show over the summer.  He asked if we could meet before he left at the end of the day.  So we set up a conference at 2:30 as soon as I got out of class.

    So here's the final deal: God has closed a door and opened a window to a brighter world.  I can't even describe how thankful I am for the opportunity that I have been given.  I talked to Jared (the producer and director of the show) and ended up telling him the whole sad story about my exam debacle and subsequent lack of a major.  I told him that I didn't even know if college was going to be worth it if I couldn't get my teacher's certification.  It's a fear that's been running through my head for the past couple of days as I felt my future hanging in the balance, that, since all I've ever wanted to do was teach, now I won't be happy in any job.  

    But Jared then started explaining his plan to me, and, I must confess, I'm more excited about working for him on that set than I've ever been about anything before.  He said also that, through his trips to college campuses all over the country, he's found dozens of willing interns, and he could set me up with their information so we could all work together about finding housing in the area around the studio.  He and his wife have a good network of friends in LA who would all be willing to be host families for some of the students, though there would have to be an application process.  

    So I picked up an application.  

    And I asked Jared if there would be a possibility for me to be on set year-round, instead of just during this one summer.  He said that he hadn't thought of it, but that he'd definitely think about it, and that it could probably work out.  I'd probably have to work my way up with some effort into a paid position, but that would be even better.

    So my day went from awful to blessed in less than six hours.  

    I'm not saying that I'm definitely dropping out of Calvin, but I won't lie, I'm considering it deeply.  I think that Hollywood would be a great place to find my niche while trying to serve God.  And this show is such a good idea with such great motives.  Talk about engaging God's world; we'd be reforming a medium that has been using it's mass-communication efforts to manipulate the public for far too long.  I feel absolutely called to do this, and I'm so excited.

Wish me luck!  And pray for me!

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