This has been a busy week! Monday-Wednesday, I helped with 6-8-year-old day camps at practicums. Practicums are basically three day day conferences for people who do my kind of homeschooling. The moms (or dads) can drop their kids off at the appropriate camp while they go get training and listen to speakers. Handling 50 little kids is exhausting and challenging, but I LOVE it. Kids are one of my favorite things in the world.
Yesterday, I slept in. I hadn't been able to sleep past 6 o'clock in six days! I sure made up for it yesterday. I slept about 12 hours and got woken up at 11:40 (thanks, Daddy XD). The rest of the day was pretty chill, and I went to Cavender and Matt's band concert that night. I'm really not a person to give compliments and I'm not easily impressed, but I will tell you something:
Cavender is a beast on the trumpet. Just saying.
Today, I woke up from an extremely awesome dream, but unfortunately have a cold :( Not enough sleep and not enough vitamin C, I guess. I'm taking Zicam and drinking lots of water because guess what happens tomorrow?
My first "King and I" practice! 5 hours of nonstop Siamese dancing! That will really be something! Never in my whole life have I danced alone, so this will be a very new and challenging experience. I hope I don't mess up! The play is in just over a month. Think I can master a 16-minute foreign ballet in that time? Honestly...
I think so :)
Here's to staying positive and having a great summer! Hope you all are doing great. Carpe diem!
~Kendra
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Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Lost: One Beautiful, Red LG Shine Cell Phone
I'm back and fully functional!
I'm gonna do the lovely Name Day stuff before I jump into the recap of my life :)
NAME DAY!!
Name of the Day:
Cavender
How cool is that? I really love that name. I can't remember where I heard it...maybe I read it somewhere...At any rate, I haven't looked up the meaning yet, so let's see...
searching...
searching...
searching...
"The name 'Cavender' is not in any of our records."
"We're sorry, the name 'Cavender' could not be found."
"No information on 'Cavender'."
*blink*
That is...creepy.
Apparently, to the rest of the world, the name "Cavender" does not exist. This is really very odd indeed...that's never, ever happened before.
And I can't remember where I heard that name! All I remember is that I heard it and had to go do something really fast, so I jotted the name down on a Sticky Note so I wouldn't forget it.
Wow, that is so odd.
Anyway, sorry. That wasn't much of a name for Name Day without a meaning, but whatever.
Back to my life :)
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The practicum went great(ly)! It was the perfect ammount of tiring, difficult, and fun. There were some really great kids, and then some ones I hope I never see again ;) Just kidding (mostly).
I worked with Daniel in ArtGeo (6-8 year olds), which turned out to be fun. We ended up doing a lot of stuff because there were only the two of us as helpers. I like that better than having, like, four helpers. When there are too many helpers, no one gets to do anything.
I got asked if Daniel was my older brother six times. MADE. MY. DAY. Hey, if I can't actually have an older brother, I can at least have someone close enough to confuse little children.
Since this practicum was pretty close to our house, we didn't have to stay at someone's house or at a hotel. We just drove the forty-five minute distance every day (which was fine). But, we had to be the host family for two families who lived too far away to drive every morning.
Family one: Mom, Denise; daughter, Hannah (age twelve). There's more to their family, but only them came to the practicum.
Family two: Mom, Ginny; daughter, Kirstin (age eleven); daughter, Michelle (age nineteen). Again, more to the family, but only they came.
My little sister, Lizzy (age twelve), Hannah, and Kirstin already knew each other, so I knew that it would be an interesting three days having all three of them in the same house. Nothing could have prepared me for the endless hugging, fighting, bickering, laughing, screaming, tickling, complaining, bugging, loving, wildness of those three.
The first night, it took them about thirty seconds to warm up to each other, and then they were immediately really giggly, really loud, and really annoying (sorry, but it' the truth). I came downstairs and got on the computer to try to write, and they kept trying to read over my shoulder -_- Then, they kicked me off because they wanted to look at the songs on Lizzy's iTunes.
I went upstairs to watch some TV. I got really into the program, and they come barrelling up the stairs and say, "We want to watch a movie, so you have to leave." You see, we have two TVs in the house, but only one DVD player. I was like, "Uh, no." So, they got mad, but they left. Then, twenty minutes later, THEY'RE BACK and they decide to watch TV WITH me -_- They talk a lot during TV and movies.
The next day at breakfast, I just didn't even say anything. I knew if I opened my mouth, I was going to snap someone's head off. I was in a really bad mood, but I was controlling it because I knew I would have the whole forty-five minute car ride to listen to my iPod in the front seat of our van.
Well, I was in the front seat preparing to fire up my iPod when Daddy comes out and says, "I need you to stay and ride with Mrs. Denise so you can lock up the house." I'm like, "You're kidding right?" So, I get out, slam the car door for all I'm worth, and wait around for Mrs. Denise to get ready to leave.
Moments later, she's ready and we drive to the church where the practicum is.
The rest of the day was great!
It comes time to leave, and the prospect of riding home with the Giggling Three is too much at the end of a day filled with bratty six-year-olds and eating nasty turkey sandwiches with no pepper, so I ask Mrs. Keri if I can ride home with them. Mrs. Keri is David and Daniel (a.k.a. my "brothers")'s mom. They were coming over to our house for a cookout anyway, so that worked out great. An hour or so with the boys was just what I needed to give me a break from the girls.
The cookout was lots of fun, and it was the most delicious ever. We had perfectly seasoned grilled chicken, rolls, red and green peppers and onions that were seasoned and grilled, and the best spicy seasoned fries ever. WOW, it was good :)
Day 3 of the practicum was fine, but tiring. By the end, I was half glad it was all over and half sad because I really do love working with kids.
We came home after eating out on Day 3 and watched "Star Wars: Episode 5".
That's when I noticed my cell phone was missing.
My first heart-pounding, panicked thought is, "Well, I'll just call it." But, whoops, I forgot; IT DIED.
I racked my brain for when I was sure I had it: in the afternoon at ArtGeo, I pulled it out to see what time it was only to notice that it was dead. I was fairly sure I'd had it when we went into the restaurant, too, but I couldn't be sure.
So, I stressed about that all night. No way was I going to tell my parents. Do I look suicidal to you?
I thought about calling Daniel and asking him if he had seen it or found it, but his number was in my phone -_-
So, to destress myself, I called Ellie B. We chatted for a while until Daddy made me get off the phone because I'd forgotten to empty the downstairs trash.
I killed time all afternoon, worrying. I added up how many pages worth of NEW books I had read so far this sumer, and guess how many pages I've read? Are you ready?
7,335. Maybe not that impressive. I don't really know.
Finally, the stress was too much. I told my mom about the cell phone after making her promise not to get mad. We looked EVERYWHERE :'(
She suggested looking in the van (again), but it wasn't there.
She suggested looking in my room (again), but it wasn't there.
She suggested maybe Daddy had found it and was just waiting to see if I would notice/say something. My reply: "He's not that...crafty. Only you would do that."
She suggested looking in Daddy's recliner, it WAS there!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!
My ridiculously good luck has not abandoned me yet! I must be the luckiest person in the world (besides the fact that I don't have an older brother).
And that was my last three days. Sorry I went on and on. It's okay if you didn't read it all, I'll still be glad to look back years from now and read over what happened the summer I was fifteen.
You know how I was all upset about turning fifteen because fourteen was so awesome? Well, I love fifteen!! It's even better than fourteen! I've changed my mind, fourteen isn't the perfect age, fifteen is.
Sixteen on the other hand...
;)
Thanks for reading, go carpe what's left of this diem!
EDIT: OMG, MICHAEL JACKSON DIED! MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD! DEAD! HOLY COW! WHOA! What a crazy thing to happen. He's the first celebrity that I've "known" that has died. How...weird.
I'm gonna do the lovely Name Day stuff before I jump into the recap of my life :)
NAME DAY!!
Name of the Day:
Cavender
How cool is that? I really love that name. I can't remember where I heard it...maybe I read it somewhere...At any rate, I haven't looked up the meaning yet, so let's see...
searching...
searching...
searching...
"The name 'Cavender' is not in any of our records."
"We're sorry, the name 'Cavender' could not be found."
"No information on 'Cavender'."
*blink*
That is...creepy.
Apparently, to the rest of the world, the name "Cavender" does not exist. This is really very odd indeed...that's never, ever happened before.
And I can't remember where I heard that name! All I remember is that I heard it and had to go do something really fast, so I jotted the name down on a Sticky Note so I wouldn't forget it.
Wow, that is so odd.
Anyway, sorry. That wasn't much of a name for Name Day without a meaning, but whatever.
Back to my life :)
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The practicum went great(ly)! It was the perfect ammount of tiring, difficult, and fun. There were some really great kids, and then some ones I hope I never see again ;) Just kidding (mostly).
I worked with Daniel in ArtGeo (6-8 year olds), which turned out to be fun. We ended up doing a lot of stuff because there were only the two of us as helpers. I like that better than having, like, four helpers. When there are too many helpers, no one gets to do anything.
I got asked if Daniel was my older brother six times. MADE. MY. DAY. Hey, if I can't actually have an older brother, I can at least have someone close enough to confuse little children.
Since this practicum was pretty close to our house, we didn't have to stay at someone's house or at a hotel. We just drove the forty-five minute distance every day (which was fine). But, we had to be the host family for two families who lived too far away to drive every morning.
Family one: Mom, Denise; daughter, Hannah (age twelve). There's more to their family, but only them came to the practicum.
Family two: Mom, Ginny; daughter, Kirstin (age eleven); daughter, Michelle (age nineteen). Again, more to the family, but only they came.
My little sister, Lizzy (age twelve), Hannah, and Kirstin already knew each other, so I knew that it would be an interesting three days having all three of them in the same house. Nothing could have prepared me for the endless hugging, fighting, bickering, laughing, screaming, tickling, complaining, bugging, loving, wildness of those three.
The first night, it took them about thirty seconds to warm up to each other, and then they were immediately really giggly, really loud, and really annoying (sorry, but it' the truth). I came downstairs and got on the computer to try to write, and they kept trying to read over my shoulder -_- Then, they kicked me off because they wanted to look at the songs on Lizzy's iTunes.
I went upstairs to watch some TV. I got really into the program, and they come barrelling up the stairs and say, "We want to watch a movie, so you have to leave." You see, we have two TVs in the house, but only one DVD player. I was like, "Uh, no." So, they got mad, but they left. Then, twenty minutes later, THEY'RE BACK and they decide to watch TV WITH me -_- They talk a lot during TV and movies.
The next day at breakfast, I just didn't even say anything. I knew if I opened my mouth, I was going to snap someone's head off. I was in a really bad mood, but I was controlling it because I knew I would have the whole forty-five minute car ride to listen to my iPod in the front seat of our van.
Well, I was in the front seat preparing to fire up my iPod when Daddy comes out and says, "I need you to stay and ride with Mrs. Denise so you can lock up the house." I'm like, "You're kidding right?" So, I get out, slam the car door for all I'm worth, and wait around for Mrs. Denise to get ready to leave.
Moments later, she's ready and we drive to the church where the practicum is.
The rest of the day was great!
It comes time to leave, and the prospect of riding home with the Giggling Three is too much at the end of a day filled with bratty six-year-olds and eating nasty turkey sandwiches with no pepper, so I ask Mrs. Keri if I can ride home with them. Mrs. Keri is David and Daniel (a.k.a. my "brothers")'s mom. They were coming over to our house for a cookout anyway, so that worked out great. An hour or so with the boys was just what I needed to give me a break from the girls.
The cookout was lots of fun, and it was the most delicious ever. We had perfectly seasoned grilled chicken, rolls, red and green peppers and onions that were seasoned and grilled, and the best spicy seasoned fries ever. WOW, it was good :)
Day 3 of the practicum was fine, but tiring. By the end, I was half glad it was all over and half sad because I really do love working with kids.
We came home after eating out on Day 3 and watched "Star Wars: Episode 5".
That's when I noticed my cell phone was missing.
My first heart-pounding, panicked thought is, "Well, I'll just call it." But, whoops, I forgot; IT DIED.
I racked my brain for when I was sure I had it: in the afternoon at ArtGeo, I pulled it out to see what time it was only to notice that it was dead. I was fairly sure I'd had it when we went into the restaurant, too, but I couldn't be sure.
So, I stressed about that all night. No way was I going to tell my parents. Do I look suicidal to you?
I thought about calling Daniel and asking him if he had seen it or found it, but his number was in my phone -_-
So, to destress myself, I called Ellie B. We chatted for a while until Daddy made me get off the phone because I'd forgotten to empty the downstairs trash.
I killed time all afternoon, worrying. I added up how many pages worth of NEW books I had read so far this sumer, and guess how many pages I've read? Are you ready?
7,335. Maybe not that impressive. I don't really know.
Finally, the stress was too much. I told my mom about the cell phone after making her promise not to get mad. We looked EVERYWHERE :'(
She suggested looking in the van (again), but it wasn't there.
She suggested looking in my room (again), but it wasn't there.
She suggested maybe Daddy had found it and was just waiting to see if I would notice/say something. My reply: "He's not that...crafty. Only you would do that."
She suggested looking in Daddy's recliner, it WAS there!
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!
My ridiculously good luck has not abandoned me yet! I must be the luckiest person in the world (besides the fact that I don't have an older brother).
And that was my last three days. Sorry I went on and on. It's okay if you didn't read it all, I'll still be glad to look back years from now and read over what happened the summer I was fifteen.
You know how I was all upset about turning fifteen because fourteen was so awesome? Well, I love fifteen!! It's even better than fourteen! I've changed my mind, fourteen isn't the perfect age, fifteen is.
Sixteen on the other hand...
;)
Thanks for reading, go carpe what's left of this diem!
EDIT: OMG, MICHAEL JACKSON DIED! MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD! DEAD! HOLY COW! WHOA! What a crazy thing to happen. He's the first celebrity that I've "known" that has died. How...weird.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Top Five
Sorry. I haven't been posting. And I can't now either because I'm really tired and it's "late". Just a few things:
1. Practicum went well.
2. Having three little sisters would kill me (will elaborate later).
3. I got asked if Daniel was my older brother six times, which made my day.
4. We're watching Star Wars (we got that for my dad for Father's Day ).
5. Hate Chewbacca, love Darth Vader (what else is new?)
Okay, I have to go :( I'm being kicked off the computer because I sort of never made my bed this morning... :D TTYL!
1. Practicum went well.
2. Having three little sisters would kill me (will elaborate later).
3. I got asked if Daniel was my older brother six times, which made my day.
4. We're watching Star Wars (we got that for my dad for Father's Day ).
5. Hate Chewbacca, love Darth Vader (what else is new?)
Okay, I have to go :( I'm being kicked off the computer because I sort of never made my bed this morning... :D TTYL!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Challenge and Update
Hi! It's sooo good to be home! And guess what? I'm here for almost a whole week before I have to leave town again! I won't be going to a practicum this time, I'll be going to this camp thing with my friend Brianna. It's kind of a mini-weekend thing. Thursday-Saturday. It sounded really fun, so I told her I would go. Yay!
This practicum was okay. I'm not nearly as tired after this one, so that's a giant plus. Also, the house we stayed at was *GORGEOUS* and the people were *AWESOME AND NICE*. The only real bad things were that I worked in Logic camp and ended up hating it, and one of the helpers IRRITATED ME TO NO END.
I thought I would LOVE logic, you know, but it turns out I hate working with 9-13 year olds. Hate it. I don't know why, but the 9 to 11 year olds are all brats, and the upper 11-13 year olds are all boring. *shrugs*
And then one of the helpers just got on my nerves. He was so weird. And VERY immature. And he was sort of mean to this other little helper. And he was just SOOOOOO immature!! GOSH! Lol :)
When we got home today, we chilled for an hour, then ate a quick supper and went to a play that this guy from our church is in. The play was "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat". I love that play! I had seen it once before when the Broadway version came through, and then we have the Donny Osmond version on DVD.
The play was so good! Joseph was good. He had super curly hair, and he was a good singer. The narrator was AMAZING though. Even better than the one that travels with the Broadway version (my mom and I saw that a year or so ago). The show was really well done. There weren't many props, but somehow everything was still elaborate...I don't know how to describe it. Some of the brothers were around my age, so it was cool to see that.
NEW THING: I want to be an actress.
Not because I saw this play or anything like that, though. It's something I've been wanting to do for a month or so now. I don't know how serious the desire is. I mean, I REALLY want to be an actress right now, but the urge came on so quickly; I'm sure it could disappear equally quickly. The funny thing is, four different people tonight told me I should act in one of the next plays. Maybe it's a God thing? I don't know.
I am going to looking into *maybe* doing "Mulan" and/or "The King and I". I would just audition and then take whatever part I got. As long as it was a girl. Some girls in "Joseph" had to play guys, and I am NOT doing that, lol!
Back to "Joseph". I love that Bible story. It is my absolute FAVORITE. There are a few reasons for that, but I want to see if anyone can guess the main one. Just curious. I know some of you will if you're reading this (*cough* EllieBandGabrielleandLizzy *cough*), but I want to see if anyone surprises me.
Since this is Friday, that will be the Challenge: Figure out why the story of Joseph is Kendra's favorite Bible story.
If you don't know the story that well, here's a condensed (REALLY, *sadly* condensed) version.
Well, even though I'm not AS tired, I'm still pretty worn-out, so I'll just say a couple more things:
WE MIGHT BE GOING TO SEE "STAR TREK" SUNDAY AFTERNOON WITH DAVID AND DANIEL AND THEIR FAMILY!! HOW AWESOME IS THAT??!! I AM SO THRILLED! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
And I would like to point out the results of the "Star Trek" poll about whether or not you liked it. Well, only two options had any votes for them: the "I haven't seen it option" and the "I LOVED IT" option. Therefore (of the people who voted), if you saw it, you loved it! SO GO SEE IT!
Okay. I'm done.
Good night.
Quel du.
Carpe diem.
Over 'n' out.
This practicum was okay. I'm not nearly as tired after this one, so that's a giant plus. Also, the house we stayed at was *GORGEOUS* and the people were *AWESOME AND NICE*. The only real bad things were that I worked in Logic camp and ended up hating it, and one of the helpers IRRITATED ME TO NO END.
I thought I would LOVE logic, you know, but it turns out I hate working with 9-13 year olds. Hate it. I don't know why, but the 9 to 11 year olds are all brats, and the upper 11-13 year olds are all boring. *shrugs*
And then one of the helpers just got on my nerves. He was so weird. And VERY immature. And he was sort of mean to this other little helper. And he was just SOOOOOO immature!! GOSH! Lol :)
When we got home today, we chilled for an hour, then ate a quick supper and went to a play that this guy from our church is in. The play was "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat". I love that play! I had seen it once before when the Broadway version came through, and then we have the Donny Osmond version on DVD.
The play was so good! Joseph was good. He had super curly hair, and he was a good singer. The narrator was AMAZING though. Even better than the one that travels with the Broadway version (my mom and I saw that a year or so ago). The show was really well done. There weren't many props, but somehow everything was still elaborate...I don't know how to describe it. Some of the brothers were around my age, so it was cool to see that.
NEW THING: I want to be an actress.
Not because I saw this play or anything like that, though. It's something I've been wanting to do for a month or so now. I don't know how serious the desire is. I mean, I REALLY want to be an actress right now, but the urge came on so quickly; I'm sure it could disappear equally quickly. The funny thing is, four different people tonight told me I should act in one of the next plays. Maybe it's a God thing? I don't know.
I am going to looking into *maybe* doing "Mulan" and/or "The King and I". I would just audition and then take whatever part I got. As long as it was a girl. Some girls in "Joseph" had to play guys, and I am NOT doing that, lol!
Back to "Joseph". I love that Bible story. It is my absolute FAVORITE. There are a few reasons for that, but I want to see if anyone can guess the main one. Just curious. I know some of you will if you're reading this (*cough* EllieBandGabrielleandLizzy *cough*), but I want to see if anyone surprises me.
Since this is Friday, that will be the Challenge: Figure out why the story of Joseph is Kendra's favorite Bible story.
If you don't know the story that well, here's a condensed (REALLY, *sadly* condensed) version.
Well, even though I'm not AS tired, I'm still pretty worn-out, so I'll just say a couple more things:
WE MIGHT BE GOING TO SEE "STAR TREK" SUNDAY AFTERNOON WITH DAVID AND DANIEL AND THEIR FAMILY!! HOW AWESOME IS THAT??!! I AM SO THRILLED! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
And I would like to point out the results of the "Star Trek" poll about whether or not you liked it. Well, only two options had any votes for them: the "I haven't seen it option" and the "I LOVED IT" option. Therefore (of the people who voted), if you saw it, you loved it! SO GO SEE IT!
Okay. I'm done.
Good night.
Quel du.
Carpe diem.
Over 'n' out.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
In the Words of Peter Pan, Think Happy Thoughts
I am trying to inspire myself to think positively. I will post only positive things today.
1. I feel a little better than I did yesterday.
2. Daddy took me to the bookstore last night and I got three books (4 and 5 of the Pendragon series and 4 of the Ranger's Apprentice series).
3. I had a fine time at the orientation meeting for Challenge II (tenth grade) last night.
4. I slept well.
5. My mom hugged me this morning.
6. My mom announced that we won't be leaving for the practicum until around 5pm.
7. Lizzy isn't going. (That's not *necessarily* a good thing, but it can be. She's not that good in the car sometimes, but she's a lot of fun to have around...I'm trying to make the best of her not going.)
8. Pendragon book 4 is good so far.
9. The people we're staying at for this practicum sound nice.
10. We might be going to see Star Trek with David and Daniel next Sunday (*screams like a Trekkie*)
Yay! I feel much better actually. Oh, AAAAND, "The Mirror" is going pretty darn well. I'm into the 90,000 words! Yay! YAY! YAAAY!!
Sorry for being such a pill these past few days. I'm going to try not to let myself get so low next time. Carpe diem!
P.S. Don't forget to vote on the Star Trek poll. Only two people have so far, and one of them is me, lol!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Sorry :(
I want to try to make this quick so I can catch up on writing and sleep, lol :)
HEADS UP! I'm leaving to go to another practicum this Tuesday -_- Yeah, I know. And I should be back...Friday? Yeah, Friday.
*moan* I was going to post some of the Jamaica stories as well as a Bible Concept, but, y'all, I am so tired still. Everything sort of hurts. I think I'm gonna try to write something on "Mirror" really quick and then I might actually take a nap. I'm really sorry! Ttyl.
HEADS UP! I'm leaving to go to another practicum this Tuesday -_- Yeah, I know. And I should be back...Friday? Yeah, Friday.
*moan* I was going to post some of the Jamaica stories as well as a Bible Concept, but, y'all, I am so tired still. Everything sort of hurts. I think I'm gonna try to write something on "Mirror" really quick and then I might actually take a nap. I'm really sorry! Ttyl.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Practicum Overview
I am tired.
Wow.
In order to keep up with blogging, I wrote in my journal what I would have blogged, and now I'm going to type it up.
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DAY #1:
Time: 11:48pm
Did: drove here, dumped stuff at house we're staying at, went to set up bookstore at the church where the conference is gonna be.
Weird thought: I love practicums. They make me feel like a slave.
House we're staying at: good, smells like a granny though
Church the conference is at: huge, awesome
Good: most things
Bad: No Daniel :( It feels weird and wrong without him
Wish: I had pants that fit
Sleeping situation: air mattress 2day and 2morrow, bed on nite 3
Camp I'm working: supposed to be logic ( :( ), actually ArtGeo ( :D)
I feel: good, tired
Reading: Pendragon #2
Writing: Creepy, 173 pgs, 90k words
Overall omnia: yay!
DAY #2:
Too tired to write anything.
DAY #3:
Too exhausted to write anything.
DAY #4:
Too worn-out to write anything.
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Okay, after the first night, things sorta went down hill.
DAY #2, WHAT I CAN REMEMBER:
The lady doing ArtGeo was odd, but okay.
The kids were more well-behaved than I've ever seen.
There were too many helpers, though, so none of us got to do much of anything.
Lunch was a sandwhich soaked in tomatoe crud and letucce-ness. I ate the turkey out of the middle and a 50 cent bag of Cheetos.
Little kid named Johnathan was an utterly amazing artist (holy crap, you'd have to see it to believe it).
Very tired at end of day.
Daddy came to see us!! Lots of stories from Jamaica to tell. I'll tell you tomorrow maybe.
Went out to eat at Chili's.
Food took forever to get there, and I was starving considering I didn't eat much for lunch.
Ordered the wrong kind of food. DANG IT.
Got the right kind of food. Ate it, but (this is gonna sound weird) was too hungry to eat much (don't ask; I'm just a freak like that).
Starving, but it was my own fault.
Watched Night at the Museum on TV.
Ate a Pop Tart.
11:07pm-ish: slept in a bed because some people didn't end up staying at the house with us after all.
Woke up FREEZING like twice.
DAY #2 WHAT I CAN REMEMBER:
Kids were louder, gained like three, lost one.
Lunch was weird pasta stuff with broccoli and possibly peanut stuff, so I couldn't eat it. (I'm very allergic to peanuts -_-)
STARVING. Ate half an apple and some Doritos.
Felt fairly defeated after lunch.
Went to eat at some lake side place.
Food was good, friends were awesome.
Ran around the restaurant in the rain with awesome friends. Scared some little kids through the window. Rocked the floating docks and were a bad influence on some kids. Got really wet. Fed the fish and the big stupid ducks. Sang the Veggie Tales theme song in the restaurant. Planned our own traveling entertainment business.
Went back to house happy :) :)
Ate a Pop Tart because I was still hungry :/
Went to bed.
Woke up freezing again.
Mom woke me up at 7:15 as usual.
Got up, stumbled into bathroom and stared at myself, wondering what to do with my hair.
Mom comes in and says Lizzy isn't feeling well. Mom thinks it's because it's "too hot" in the house.
Apparently, while I froze every night, everyone else was sweating bullets and threatening the air conditioning.
Great start to morning.
Felt dead all morning.
Kids were semi-bad.
Pizza lunch. Was so grateful for FOOD that I almost cried. Ate three pieces before I started tasting the pizza and discovered that I hated it.
Still felt pitiful, so I called Ellie and complained in her ear.
Felt much better. Went back to camp.
Teacher left to go to the beach. We had to combine classes.
Don't feel like talking about the rest. Let's just say, out of five teen helpers, I'm the only one who helps. The others just talk to each other and FLIRT. OH PUH-LEEZ!
Waiting around for late moms to pick up kids (as usual).
Felt tired in ways you probablty can't imagine.
Had to help load very heavy boxes of books onto a hand truck, cart them into the elevator, go down, get them out of the elevator, cart them down the hall, get them over this huge bump, and load them into the truck.
Repeat that step.
Repeat it again.
And again.
And again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Finally get to start home. I put my feet on the dashboard, feel my aching body and don't say a word for like forty-five minutes.
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I used to think it was stupid and unrealistic how slaves spirits get "broken" by being over-tired and over-worked. I used to think it was stupid and impossible. Now I'm a believer. When you're that tired and worked like that and ordered around, you start getting kind of...blah. Just doing whatever, making it through the day, being hungry, hot, tired, etc. I can see how that would "break your spirit" over time.
Anyway, wow, what a trip. So tired. Must sleep. Bye, and hope I didn't complain too much. Okay, I know I did. I guess what I mean is, don't hate me for being such a sourpuss? :D
Carpe di...*zzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Wow.
In order to keep up with blogging, I wrote in my journal what I would have blogged, and now I'm going to type it up.
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DAY #1:
Time: 11:48pm
Did: drove here, dumped stuff at house we're staying at, went to set up bookstore at the church where the conference is gonna be.
Weird thought: I love practicums. They make me feel like a slave.
House we're staying at: good, smells like a granny though
Church the conference is at: huge, awesome
Good: most things
Bad: No Daniel :( It feels weird and wrong without him
Wish: I had pants that fit
Sleeping situation: air mattress 2day and 2morrow, bed on nite 3
Camp I'm working: supposed to be logic ( :( ), actually ArtGeo ( :D)
I feel: good, tired
Reading: Pendragon #2
Writing: Creepy, 173 pgs, 90k words
Overall omnia: yay!
DAY #2:
Too tired to write anything.
DAY #3:
Too exhausted to write anything.
DAY #4:
Too worn-out to write anything.
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Okay, after the first night, things sorta went down hill.
DAY #2, WHAT I CAN REMEMBER:
The lady doing ArtGeo was odd, but okay.
The kids were more well-behaved than I've ever seen.
There were too many helpers, though, so none of us got to do much of anything.
Lunch was a sandwhich soaked in tomatoe crud and letucce-ness. I ate the turkey out of the middle and a 50 cent bag of Cheetos.
Little kid named Johnathan was an utterly amazing artist (holy crap, you'd have to see it to believe it).
Very tired at end of day.
Daddy came to see us!! Lots of stories from Jamaica to tell. I'll tell you tomorrow maybe.
Went out to eat at Chili's.
Food took forever to get there, and I was starving considering I didn't eat much for lunch.
Ordered the wrong kind of food. DANG IT.
Got the right kind of food. Ate it, but (this is gonna sound weird) was too hungry to eat much (don't ask; I'm just a freak like that).
Starving, but it was my own fault.
Watched Night at the Museum on TV.
Ate a Pop Tart.
11:07pm-ish: slept in a bed because some people didn't end up staying at the house with us after all.
Woke up FREEZING like twice.
DAY #2 WHAT I CAN REMEMBER:
Kids were louder, gained like three, lost one.
Lunch was weird pasta stuff with broccoli and possibly peanut stuff, so I couldn't eat it. (I'm very allergic to peanuts -_-)
STARVING. Ate half an apple and some Doritos.
Felt fairly defeated after lunch.
Went to eat at some lake side place.
Food was good, friends were awesome.
Ran around the restaurant in the rain with awesome friends. Scared some little kids through the window. Rocked the floating docks and were a bad influence on some kids. Got really wet. Fed the fish and the big stupid ducks. Sang the Veggie Tales theme song in the restaurant. Planned our own traveling entertainment business.
Went back to house happy :) :)
Ate a Pop Tart because I was still hungry :/
Went to bed.
Woke up freezing again.
Mom woke me up at 7:15 as usual.
Got up, stumbled into bathroom and stared at myself, wondering what to do with my hair.
Mom comes in and says Lizzy isn't feeling well. Mom thinks it's because it's "too hot" in the house.
Apparently, while I froze every night, everyone else was sweating bullets and threatening the air conditioning.
Great start to morning.
Felt dead all morning.
Kids were semi-bad.
Pizza lunch. Was so grateful for FOOD that I almost cried. Ate three pieces before I started tasting the pizza and discovered that I hated it.
Still felt pitiful, so I called Ellie and complained in her ear.
Felt much better. Went back to camp.
Teacher left to go to the beach. We had to combine classes.
Don't feel like talking about the rest. Let's just say, out of five teen helpers, I'm the only one who helps. The others just talk to each other and FLIRT. OH PUH-LEEZ!
Waiting around for late moms to pick up kids (as usual).
Felt tired in ways you probablty can't imagine.
Had to help load very heavy boxes of books onto a hand truck, cart them into the elevator, go down, get them out of the elevator, cart them down the hall, get them over this huge bump, and load them into the truck.
Repeat that step.
Repeat it again.
And again.
And again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Finally get to start home. I put my feet on the dashboard, feel my aching body and don't say a word for like forty-five minutes.
---------------------------
I used to think it was stupid and unrealistic how slaves spirits get "broken" by being over-tired and over-worked. I used to think it was stupid and impossible. Now I'm a believer. When you're that tired and worked like that and ordered around, you start getting kind of...blah. Just doing whatever, making it through the day, being hungry, hot, tired, etc. I can see how that would "break your spirit" over time.
Anyway, wow, what a trip. So tired. Must sleep. Bye, and hope I didn't complain too much. Okay, I know I did. I guess what I mean is, don't hate me for being such a sourpuss? :D
Carpe di...*zzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Saying Silly Things
Quote Day! And the day I'm leaving. I don't have long to post because I haven't finished cleaning the bathroom, so if my mom comes down and sees me taking a little break, that might not go over well ;)
Quote: “No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.” –Michel de Montaigne
So true :)
So, seize the day, remember love is a verb, live out loud, be articulate and say silly things!
:D See you Sunday!
Quote: “No man is exempt from saying silly things; the mischief is to say them deliberately.” –Michel de Montaigne
So true :)
So, seize the day, remember love is a verb, live out loud, be articulate and say silly things!
:D See you Sunday!
Monday, June 1, 2009
Driving with God
So far this has been a really strange morning. But good strange. I think.
I woke up a little before eight, which wasn't exactly ideal since I was planning on being out until at least nine and I'd had a bad night's sleep. It was one of those nights when you just keep waking up all tangled in the sheets every hour or so. *moan* But I couldn't get back to sleep, and it was a really beautiful day, so I just opened the blinds and read in the bed for a while. At nine, I went upstairs and said good morning to my mom, came back downstairs and put on some ripped jeans, and went out to weed my little garden. I was in an uncharacteristically good mood.
My garden is doing REALLY well! Nothing is eating the leaves, everything looks very healthy, and they growing like...well, weeds, lol! I'm growing nine tomatoe plants, three red pepper plants, and four squash and zucchini plants.
I got all the little weeds out in like ten minutes and came back inside. I got dressed, made my bed, straightened up my room, and then--you might wanna sit down for this--I did my laundry.
I KNOW! I actually did it without being nagged for days on end!
Then, I ate a bowl of cereal, and came down here and started checking emails and blogs and stuff.
Oh, what a beautiful morning.
Only now I'm all stuffed up and sneezing because my mom made me sweep outside. *shudders* I don't mind sweeping the front walk and porch, but the back patio is really big with tons of beams where spiders string their webs all over. And those giant misquito things are all over. I HATE THOSE THING!! They're actually called the "crane fly", but they look just like enormous misquitos. EEEEEK! If I had to pick one bug to become exstinct, that would be the one I'd pick. Pictures:
1. http://schools-wikipedia.org/2006/images/70/7028.jpg
2. http://extension.missouri.edu/explore/qa/images/cranefly.jpg
3. http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1315/542599649_56bd0af6c6.jpg?v=0
EEEEEEK!! JUST LOOKING AT THEM GIVES ME THE CREEPS!!
Anyway, time for my Bible thing that I missed yesterday:
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Okay, I actually came up with this on my own; I didn't hear it in youth group or anything.
It occured to me during driver's ed driving that driving with the instructor is a little bit like living life with God.
Now, I'm not saying that my instructor was all-powerful or anything, haha. It's just that the situation is kind of familiar.
I mean, we just live our lives, making our own decisions. (I drive around, controlling the turns, and stuff like that.) For the most part, God will leave us alone and let us do our own thing. (The instructor gives guidlines, but he lets me drive and make my own little mistakes.) But, I know that if I get into real trouble, God won't let me down. He's always there with his "emergency break" ready to save the day if things get out of hand.
Practice driving really is a lot like life with God. God tells us what he thinks we should do, the best routes to take, and when to start breaking. Sometimes we listen, but sometimes we think we know better than God. Of course, when we try our own way, and God lets us, it usually doesn't turn out quite like we thought it would, and God ends up gently taking the wheel or applying the break in order to save our butts.
There's also that trust thing going on. At first, I was really nervous about driving, and I always double-checked what the instructor was saying. He would tell me the way was clear, but I would always look anyway just to see for myself. At first, that's how we are with God. We want to trust him and everything, but it's like, "Um, yeah, let me just make sure that fits with MY plan...". By the last day of driving, the instructor could just say, "Move over into the left lane" and I would immediately flick on the turn signal, even if I didn't see the lane change yet.
That's how we should get with God. Just totally trusting him to know what's best for us--because he does! God loves us, and he's always looking out for our best interests. He lets us make our own mistakes, but he'll always be there to help us out when things get crazy.
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On Wednesday, I'll be leaving to go to a practicum. That's this three day workshop kind of thing that's for Classical Conversations, the homeschooling program I do. A bunch of people who do Classical or who want to can come and hear people speak about it. It's really organized and all that stuff. My mom is one of the main speakers (she's awesome ;D), and I'm going to help in the camps.
There are four different camps that the moms (or dads) who are coming to the practicum can leave their kids at. Last year I helped in the 6-8 year olds in ArtGeo camp, which is pretty much what it sounds like: Geography disguised as Art. This year, I'm going to help in the 9-13 year olds camp. Their camp changes every year. Last year it was Trig (trigonometry), so I was like, hahahahaha NO. But this year it's going to a Logic camp, so I was like YESSSSSSS!!! Logic was one of my favorite classes in Challenge B (eighth grade). I love it.
So, anyway, what I was trying to say is this: we're leaving on Wednesday, and the practicum is Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. That pretty much means that I won't be able to post from Thursday until Sunday. :( I'm going to miss Name Day. Darn. But, I just wanted to let y'all know that so when it looks like I've fallen off the face of the Earth, you can know that I haven't; I'm just helping 9-13 year olds with Ps and Qs and hypothetical syllogisms :D
I am a nerd.
And I don't mind :P
Maybe I'll do the Name on Wednesday or something. *shrugs*
Well, I'll be going now! Talk to you later! Carpe diem! Get outside! It's gorgeous! (At least it is here...)
I woke up a little before eight, which wasn't exactly ideal since I was planning on being out until at least nine and I'd had a bad night's sleep. It was one of those nights when you just keep waking up all tangled in the sheets every hour or so. *moan* But I couldn't get back to sleep, and it was a really beautiful day, so I just opened the blinds and read in the bed for a while. At nine, I went upstairs and said good morning to my mom, came back downstairs and put on some ripped jeans, and went out to weed my little garden. I was in an uncharacteristically good mood.
My garden is doing REALLY well! Nothing is eating the leaves, everything looks very healthy, and they growing like...well, weeds, lol! I'm growing nine tomatoe plants, three red pepper plants, and four squash and zucchini plants.
I got all the little weeds out in like ten minutes and came back inside. I got dressed, made my bed, straightened up my room, and then--you might wanna sit down for this--I did my laundry.
I KNOW! I actually did it without being nagged for days on end!
Then, I ate a bowl of cereal, and came down here and started checking emails and blogs and stuff.
Oh, what a beautiful morning.
Only now I'm all stuffed up and sneezing because my mom made me sweep outside. *shudders* I don't mind sweeping the front walk and porch, but the back patio is really big with tons of beams where spiders string their webs all over. And those giant misquito things are all over. I HATE THOSE THING!! They're actually called the "crane fly", but they look just like enormous misquitos. EEEEEK! If I had to pick one bug to become exstinct, that would be the one I'd pick. Pictures:
1. http://schools-wikipedia.org/2006/images/70/7028.jpg
2. http://extension.missouri.edu/explore/qa/images/cranefly.jpg
3. http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1315/542599649_56bd0af6c6.jpg?v=0
EEEEEEK!! JUST LOOKING AT THEM GIVES ME THE CREEPS!!
Anyway, time for my Bible thing that I missed yesterday:
---------------------
Okay, I actually came up with this on my own; I didn't hear it in youth group or anything.
It occured to me during driver's ed driving that driving with the instructor is a little bit like living life with God.
Now, I'm not saying that my instructor was all-powerful or anything, haha. It's just that the situation is kind of familiar.
I mean, we just live our lives, making our own decisions. (I drive around, controlling the turns, and stuff like that.) For the most part, God will leave us alone and let us do our own thing. (The instructor gives guidlines, but he lets me drive and make my own little mistakes.) But, I know that if I get into real trouble, God won't let me down. He's always there with his "emergency break" ready to save the day if things get out of hand.
Practice driving really is a lot like life with God. God tells us what he thinks we should do, the best routes to take, and when to start breaking. Sometimes we listen, but sometimes we think we know better than God. Of course, when we try our own way, and God lets us, it usually doesn't turn out quite like we thought it would, and God ends up gently taking the wheel or applying the break in order to save our butts.
There's also that trust thing going on. At first, I was really nervous about driving, and I always double-checked what the instructor was saying. He would tell me the way was clear, but I would always look anyway just to see for myself. At first, that's how we are with God. We want to trust him and everything, but it's like, "Um, yeah, let me just make sure that fits with MY plan...". By the last day of driving, the instructor could just say, "Move over into the left lane" and I would immediately flick on the turn signal, even if I didn't see the lane change yet.
That's how we should get with God. Just totally trusting him to know what's best for us--because he does! God loves us, and he's always looking out for our best interests. He lets us make our own mistakes, but he'll always be there to help us out when things get crazy.
---------------------
On Wednesday, I'll be leaving to go to a practicum. That's this three day workshop kind of thing that's for Classical Conversations, the homeschooling program I do. A bunch of people who do Classical or who want to can come and hear people speak about it. It's really organized and all that stuff. My mom is one of the main speakers (she's awesome ;D), and I'm going to help in the camps.
There are four different camps that the moms (or dads) who are coming to the practicum can leave their kids at. Last year I helped in the 6-8 year olds in ArtGeo camp, which is pretty much what it sounds like: Geography disguised as Art. This year, I'm going to help in the 9-13 year olds camp. Their camp changes every year. Last year it was Trig (trigonometry), so I was like, hahahahaha NO. But this year it's going to a Logic camp, so I was like YESSSSSSS!!! Logic was one of my favorite classes in Challenge B (eighth grade). I love it.
So, anyway, what I was trying to say is this: we're leaving on Wednesday, and the practicum is Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. That pretty much means that I won't be able to post from Thursday until Sunday. :( I'm going to miss Name Day. Darn. But, I just wanted to let y'all know that so when it looks like I've fallen off the face of the Earth, you can know that I haven't; I'm just helping 9-13 year olds with Ps and Qs and hypothetical syllogisms :D
I am a nerd.
And I don't mind :P
Maybe I'll do the Name on Wednesday or something. *shrugs*
Well, I'll be going now! Talk to you later! Carpe diem! Get outside! It's gorgeous! (At least it is here...)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Couch Potatoes Can't Apply Makeup
So yeah. That's what I've felt like all day, lol! I'm so lazy. I watched like two whole episodes of Nanny 911. Yes, I did. And it's even pretty outside today!!!!!! I have to get out of the house! What is wrong with me? Okay, I know what's wrong with me...
I'm afraid of ticks. How pathetic is THAT? There was one on my shirt Friday after I took a walk, so I freaked out. And now I don't want to go walking in the woods anymore. And that's like my favorite. :( I'm such a wussy!! I'm not sure why, but ticks seriously creep me out. *shudders*
Someone stopped following my blog. Apparently they realized that it's not healthy to listen to the rants of a weird-o like myself ;)
Tomorrow is my sisters dance rehearsal! My mom won't be home from speaking at the practicum, so I'm going to have to do her hair and makeup. O.O HELP! I hope I do okay with that. I'm not completely incompetent in the art of beautification, but I'm not exactly an expert either. And I've never tried to apply eyeliner to anyone but myself. I'm also a big believer in less is more, so I hope I can bring myself to put enough on her so that she doesn't look washed out under the lights. I'm pretty sure I'm over-thinking this.
I started the final installment of The Farsala Trilogy today!! So far, it's fine. Not great or anything, but, I mean, I'm only on page like twenty-five. I'm not sure why I'm not at least halfway finished yet. Either I'm being lazy, or I just don't want the trilogy to end!! I think it's a little of both.
*incoming sarcasm* You should be proud to know that I wrote 619 words today. *sigh* I know, I know. I should be doing more than that, but at least I'm writing AT ALL. Yesterday was better. I wrote like...oh. Less than that. Well, one day recently, I wrote a bunch. I don't remember what day, Saturday or Sunday maybe. But I HAVE been writing. Promise :)
Tonight a family that goes to our church is coming over to eat ice cream, return my dad's tiller, and help us fix a problem with the stupid printer or something. Haha, I love having good friends! Abby and Jarrod are so much fun. I've mentioned them before. Abby is seven, Jarrod is nine. They crazy and fun :) So I'm looking forward to this evening.
Well, that's all I can think of to say! Hope I didn't bore you to death...anyway, carpe diem!
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