Wednesday, June 15, 2005
My life
I have no life. I study and study and study some more. Or I should and I don't and then I feel guilty that I don't. That is very boring, both for me to live through and you to read. So I haven't been bothering to write. But I am alive. Just so you know.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Hot
It's hot. Very hot. I am more grateful than I can tell that Dad took the time to put in the air conditioners. Now then, most of the time I like hot especially when I don't have to DO anything. But I got very tired of sitting in church dripping wet and emanating a SMELL. The combination of a lack of any breeze and about 150 people in one (I grant, large) room rather put me off heat for the rest of the day.
I helped out in Primary today. There were more children there than I remember there being the last time I helped. I should explain that the primary class room has ALWAYS in my 18 or 19 years in the same church been the hottest. While that's nice in the winter, in summer? Not so much. So imagine a dozen or more 1st, 2nd, or 3rd grade kids on the hottest day this year in the hottest room in the building with school having gotten out 3 days earlier.
Oh, I forgot to mention that we had to teach three lessons as camp meeting starts next Sabbath and goes through the following weekend. At least all tree stories were about Elijah so I could kind of tie them in together. Any way, I don't think I was very successful at holding the kids attention. Especially when at least two of them were doing their best to have themselves the center of attention instead of myself. That was interesting.
Now I am in an air conditioners house, eating macaroni salad (it's my favorite), with it Sabbath so I don't have to DO. It seems that this is the only time when I don't have to DO. Do my homework, do my study groups, do the laundry, do the cleaning, do whatever little task comes up to do. It's wonderful to have a day where I'm not allowed to do, so I can just BE. Don't you think?
I helped out in Primary today. There were more children there than I remember there being the last time I helped. I should explain that the primary class room has ALWAYS in my 18 or 19 years in the same church been the hottest. While that's nice in the winter, in summer? Not so much. So imagine a dozen or more 1st, 2nd, or 3rd grade kids on the hottest day this year in the hottest room in the building with school having gotten out 3 days earlier.
Oh, I forgot to mention that we had to teach three lessons as camp meeting starts next Sabbath and goes through the following weekend. At least all tree stories were about Elijah so I could kind of tie them in together. Any way, I don't think I was very successful at holding the kids attention. Especially when at least two of them were doing their best to have themselves the center of attention instead of myself. That was interesting.
Now I am in an air conditioners house, eating macaroni salad (it's my favorite), with it Sabbath so I don't have to DO. It seems that this is the only time when I don't have to DO. Do my homework, do my study groups, do the laundry, do the cleaning, do whatever little task comes up to do. It's wonderful to have a day where I'm not allowed to do, so I can just BE. Don't you think?
Friday, June 10, 2005
I am going crazy.
I am not exaggerating. I am slowly being driven out of my mind. For the past half hour, or longer, the smoke detector in the upstairs hall has been going off. There's no fire. No one even burnt toast. There is no reason for it to be alarming. But it is.
I took the battery out of it, but that was five minutes into its' reign of terror and it's showing no signs of stopping. When I first heard it I assumed that it was the smoke detector in the kitchen hall that always is going off. It wasn't. Isn't, I mean. Then I thought that it was the basement fire alarm. That had me worried because there are flamible liquids down there and it might be a fire. It wasn't. That left the upstairs hall smoke detector.
I then ran up stairs and, after futilely jumping at it a few times, pulled over the computer chair that Mom has for her sewing room risking life and limb (if I fell it would have be straight down the stairs) to unplug the battery. It did nothing. Well, the ALARM did something, it was just the same thing that it had been doing for the past five minutes.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! Ad naseum.
I then did what any sensible person would do. I called my mommy. The call went something like these...
*ring*
Mom: "Hel.."
me: "HELP! What do I do?"
M: "Wait, what happened?"
m: "The fire alarm is going off and I can't get it to stop and I already pulled out the battery and it's really loud and there isn't a fire and I didn't burn toast and I don't know how to make it STOP!"
M: "The smoke alarm?"
m: "yeah, the one upstairs."
M: "It might be the humidity, Hang up..."
m: "HANG UP? I DON'T WANT TO HANG UP, I WANT TO KNOW HOW TO I STOP IT!"
M: "Get the phone book and look up the fire department. I don't know how to stop it."
m: "Can you?"
M: "DEBBIE! It would be easier for you to call."
m: "Are you sure?"
*silence*
m: "OK"
M: "WAIT! Don't call 911!"
m: "Umm, who do I call?"
M: "B______, town of, Fire department."
m: "Okthanksbye."
*Click*
I'm quite sure that I wasn't terribly coherent when I called the fire department but the upshot was that I wasn't the first person to call about something like that happening in the area today. Once the man who was checking on the first call about this was done he would come over.
I tried studying but was remarkable unsuccessful.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
I tried going outside away from it, but the windows were open and there was no improvement whatsoever.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
I decide that the only thing I can do is write for a while and try to pretend that I’ve never heard any thing.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
One hour of this goes by and as I am here, with you, typing out my frustrations, the doorbell rings. So does the phone but it's just mom so I hang up on her.
In walks the fire man. I show him upstairs explaining in a half shout what happened as we went. He looks up at the smoke detector and then around the hall. To my deep and utter chagrin he reached up and took down, not the antique smoke detector that I had taken the battery out of, but the other smoke detecter on the wall that I had forgotten existed.
Open it up, pop the battery out and....
Blessed silence!
It's interrupted only by my clamorous thoughts that I either AM insane or merely the biggest ditz ever!
Thus ends the tale. While in the beginning there is drama and suspense it ends with one girl who just isn't so smart. And is also extremely unobservant. Oh well. The first time I was told I should have been a blonde was when I was eleven, I'm use to it by now.
I took the battery out of it, but that was five minutes into its' reign of terror and it's showing no signs of stopping. When I first heard it I assumed that it was the smoke detector in the kitchen hall that always is going off. It wasn't. Isn't, I mean. Then I thought that it was the basement fire alarm. That had me worried because there are flamible liquids down there and it might be a fire. It wasn't. That left the upstairs hall smoke detector.
I then ran up stairs and, after futilely jumping at it a few times, pulled over the computer chair that Mom has for her sewing room risking life and limb (if I fell it would have be straight down the stairs) to unplug the battery. It did nothing. Well, the ALARM did something, it was just the same thing that it had been doing for the past five minutes.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! Ad naseum.
I then did what any sensible person would do. I called my mommy. The call went something like these...
*ring*
Mom: "Hel.."
me: "HELP! What do I do?"
M: "Wait, what happened?"
m: "The fire alarm is going off and I can't get it to stop and I already pulled out the battery and it's really loud and there isn't a fire and I didn't burn toast and I don't know how to make it STOP!"
M: "The smoke alarm?"
m: "yeah, the one upstairs."
M: "It might be the humidity, Hang up..."
m: "HANG UP? I DON'T WANT TO HANG UP, I WANT TO KNOW HOW TO I STOP IT!"
M: "Get the phone book and look up the fire department. I don't know how to stop it."
m: "Can you?"
M: "DEBBIE! It would be easier for you to call."
m: "Are you sure?"
*silence*
m: "OK"
M: "WAIT! Don't call 911!"
m: "Umm, who do I call?"
M: "B______, town of, Fire department."
m: "Okthanksbye."
*Click*
I'm quite sure that I wasn't terribly coherent when I called the fire department but the upshot was that I wasn't the first person to call about something like that happening in the area today. Once the man who was checking on the first call about this was done he would come over.
I tried studying but was remarkable unsuccessful.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
I tried going outside away from it, but the windows were open and there was no improvement whatsoever.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
I decide that the only thing I can do is write for a while and try to pretend that I’ve never heard any thing.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
One hour of this goes by and as I am here, with you, typing out my frustrations, the doorbell rings. So does the phone but it's just mom so I hang up on her.
In walks the fire man. I show him upstairs explaining in a half shout what happened as we went. He looks up at the smoke detector and then around the hall. To my deep and utter chagrin he reached up and took down, not the antique smoke detector that I had taken the battery out of, but the other smoke detecter on the wall that I had forgotten existed.
Open it up, pop the battery out and....
Blessed silence!
It's interrupted only by my clamorous thoughts that I either AM insane or merely the biggest ditz ever!
Thus ends the tale. While in the beginning there is drama and suspense it ends with one girl who just isn't so smart. And is also extremely unobservant. Oh well. The first time I was told I should have been a blonde was when I was eleven, I'm use to it by now.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Funny or Just Really, Really Annoying?
As some of you might know I got home a month ago today. The day after I got home I did a Very Important Thing. The Very Important Thing was filling and sending out my application for a CNA license. This was impressed firmly upon the fertile minds of all the first year nursing students over the last few weeks of school.
This is a very intimidating thing, especially as it was the teachers for second year that said it. All year long we have been hearing horror stories of how hard the second year teachers are and how next to impossible it is for students to get good grades in their classes. So I dutifully sent out my CNA application the day after I got home.
One week goes by and I hear nothing. Two weeks, nothing happens. I'm not really worried as it does take a while to process. I turn in an application at Parkview to work on the Med/Surg wing. Three weeks and still nothing happens. Well, they do have to do a background check. Four weeks (that's this week) and not only does nothing happen with the CNA license but Parkview never got back to me either. What is going ON?
Yesterday, after the small group Mom and I go to, we went to Parkview as Mom had to get a Rx filled and I had to talk to Human Resources. At least that's was I was told by my very persistent mother. It turns out that the Med/Surg director never got the copy of my application that was sent inter-office mail.
So Mr. Coin came down to pick up the application and, it turned out, me. I had my first ever interview yesterday. Don't ask how it went as I have no idea. Now the only thing that my hiring (or not, as the case might be) was waiting on is actually having a license to practice.
We got home. Once again the reason I'm so brilliant is made apparent. With two smart parents I have to be a genius, don't you know! Mom called the CNA registry. She asked what the status of my license was and learned that, in fact, I have had a license for about two weeks and they just never told me.
Now, what is the likelihood that my application for work AND the notification of my license both went astray? I don't know why it happened but there *must* be a reason! Either that or Someone has a warped sense of humor. Well, I suppose I would have to live with that without too much indignation because this whole thing sounds too much like something I would pull if I could, and find the whole thing hilarious.
"We will know who among you worked over the summer when you come back for second
year. We will be able to tell exactly who has been using their skills and
who has been letting them decay. Work this summer or we will know!"
This is a very intimidating thing, especially as it was the teachers for second year that said it. All year long we have been hearing horror stories of how hard the second year teachers are and how next to impossible it is for students to get good grades in their classes. So I dutifully sent out my CNA application the day after I got home.
One week goes by and I hear nothing. Two weeks, nothing happens. I'm not really worried as it does take a while to process. I turn in an application at Parkview to work on the Med/Surg wing. Three weeks and still nothing happens. Well, they do have to do a background check. Four weeks (that's this week) and not only does nothing happen with the CNA license but Parkview never got back to me either. What is going ON?
Yesterday, after the small group Mom and I go to, we went to Parkview as Mom had to get a Rx filled and I had to talk to Human Resources. At least that's was I was told by my very persistent mother. It turns out that the Med/Surg director never got the copy of my application that was sent inter-office mail.
So Mr. Coin came down to pick up the application and, it turned out, me. I had my first ever interview yesterday. Don't ask how it went as I have no idea. Now the only thing that my hiring (or not, as the case might be) was waiting on is actually having a license to practice.
We got home. Once again the reason I'm so brilliant is made apparent. With two smart parents I have to be a genius, don't you know! Mom called the CNA registry. She asked what the status of my license was and learned that, in fact, I have had a license for about two weeks and they just never told me.
Now, what is the likelihood that my application for work AND the notification of my license both went astray? I don't know why it happened but there *must* be a reason! Either that or Someone has a warped sense of humor. Well, I suppose I would have to live with that without too much indignation because this whole thing sounds too much like something I would pull if I could, and find the whole thing hilarious.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Consequences
Everything has consequences. This weekend I got to spend time with a group of kids that I get to talk with about once a year, and it was *good*. I have so much fun. I even got to "play" with horses. So, all in all, I enjoyed myself this weekend.
However....
It's not the weekend anymore. The sun is no longer shining and my friends have left for home. Now the repercussions of having fun come tumbling inwards at me. I studied for less then two hours over the whole weekend.
This is when I'm taking a class at double speed that has always been a hard course. Already I barely seem to be keeping my head above water, which has NEVER happened to me since third grade math. I should have been studying all weekend, not just for the lab quiz that's today but for the whole class, because if I don't start doing better, well, I'll pass but barely.
I don't regret spending time with friends. Please don't miss understand me, the time I spent with them rejuvenated me and helped me get my priorities straight, like it always does. It's just that I now need to deal with the unintended side effects of either not getting good grades or giving up any social life for the last 4 weeks of the class. I'll do what I have to, but it will be hard.
However....
It's not the weekend anymore. The sun is no longer shining and my friends have left for home. Now the repercussions of having fun come tumbling inwards at me. I studied for less then two hours over the whole weekend.
This is when I'm taking a class at double speed that has always been a hard course. Already I barely seem to be keeping my head above water, which has NEVER happened to me since third grade math. I should have been studying all weekend, not just for the lab quiz that's today but for the whole class, because if I don't start doing better, well, I'll pass but barely.
I don't regret spending time with friends. Please don't miss understand me, the time I spent with them rejuvenated me and helped me get my priorities straight, like it always does. It's just that I now need to deal with the unintended side effects of either not getting good grades or giving up any social life for the last 4 weeks of the class. I'll do what I have to, but it will be hard.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Friends
I am currently in between friends. No, that does NOT mean that I've ditched the old one's and are looking for new one! Shame on you for thinking that. No, I just got to see Alyssa and in a few hours I'll get to see Jeremy. Who, you may ask, are they? Well!
I have known Alyssa for about six or seven years, all the way back to when we only fought; although very, very politely. It's not *my* fault that she'd so opinionated, and sticks with her ideas for so long! She's a few years younger then me and was also home schooled. "Was" because she just graduated from high school this spring and will be going to Southern next year. She moved to California about 3 years ago, so I only get to see her about once a year.
Jeremy I haven't known as long, only three years. We meet at the very first Extreme Teen's weekend as we were both part of the very first Extreme Teen's group, acually so was Alyssa. And for those of you who might not know what that is, too bad. I don't feel like explaining it. Google it. Hmmm, that actually doesn't seem to work so well. Never mind the google comment. Here's a link if anyone really wants to know... www.youthprayerministries.com/index2.html
What was I saying? OH, Jeremy. Well, even though we live in the same state I'm really bad with communicating and we generally talk only a few times a year at most. So when I went to the prayer conference in May he was there too and we got talking again. When he mentioned later on that he was coming down for graduation, I volunteered my parents' house if he needed a place to stay. They took the new surprisingly well.
The reason every one is coming down here is because it's Pine Tree's graduation this weekend. And in Alyssa's case it was also Memorial Day earlier and I *think* that her family went up to Bar Harbor as their tradition was while they lived in Maine.
In sum, (I love saying that-it sounds so professional) I spent this morning with Alyssa at Pine Tree's church service and catching up, and now I have a 3 hour break until I get to see another friend that I rarely get to see.
I have known Alyssa for about six or seven years, all the way back to when we only fought; although very, very politely. It's not *my* fault that she'd so opinionated, and sticks with her ideas for so long! She's a few years younger then me and was also home schooled. "Was" because she just graduated from high school this spring and will be going to Southern next year. She moved to California about 3 years ago, so I only get to see her about once a year.
Jeremy I haven't known as long, only three years. We meet at the very first Extreme Teen's weekend as we were both part of the very first Extreme Teen's group, acually so was Alyssa. And for those of you who might not know what that is, too bad. I don't feel like explaining it. Google it. Hmmm, that actually doesn't seem to work so well. Never mind the google comment. Here's a link if anyone really wants to know... www.youthprayerministries.com/index2.html
What was I saying? OH, Jeremy. Well, even though we live in the same state I'm really bad with communicating and we generally talk only a few times a year at most. So when I went to the prayer conference in May he was there too and we got talking again. When he mentioned later on that he was coming down for graduation, I volunteered my parents' house if he needed a place to stay. They took the new surprisingly well.
The reason every one is coming down here is because it's Pine Tree's graduation this weekend. And in Alyssa's case it was also Memorial Day earlier and I *think* that her family went up to Bar Harbor as their tradition was while they lived in Maine.
In sum, (I love saying that-it sounds so professional) I spent this morning with Alyssa at Pine Tree's church service and catching up, and now I have a 3 hour break until I get to see another friend that I rarely get to see.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Here it is at last!
I *finally* remember, when Dad and I were both available, to ask him to set his flickr account so I can use it. It is done, but don't expect many photos as I don't have a camera with me at college.
Anyway... here at last is the picture of the beautiful rainbow that I mentioned on Memorial Day. Hope you enjoy!
Anyway... here at last is the picture of the beautiful rainbow that I mentioned on Memorial Day. Hope you enjoy!
Yah me!
I have been trying to figure out how to change the sidebar on this site for a separate blog links since I got this blog. Just today I finally thought of what I was doing wrong. Allie called (thank you Alllie!) for help setting up her blog and how to set up the links. I had previously decided just to put them all under the LINKS title with the swap and TWoP but hadn't gotten around to it. While I was trying (unsuccessfully) to help Allie I FINALLY saw what I needed to do to make separate headings. And it worked! Yah me!
Ok, I REALLY need to go now. Tomorrow I have my first exam in micro and I'm studying like mad today. I just stopped for lunch and got VERY distracted!
Ok, I REALLY need to go now. Tomorrow I have my first exam in micro and I'm studying like mad today. I just stopped for lunch and got VERY distracted!
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