Silver Lining

I have this medical condition called vasovagal syncope. What happens is the blood vessels in my arms and legs dialate, pulling a lot of blood from my head to my limbs. The problem comes when too much blood leaves my head and I loose unconsciousness. My doctors have said that I will grow out of it. That was 3 years ago. I hate the passing out, but the fact that I have not yet grown out of it is a strange comfort to me; in my mind it means that I am still young.

Great Accomplishment of the Day

Accomplishment of the day: My evil math teacher signed a note allowing me to go to the computer lab to print off practice math tests. The last sentence on the note said "I also agree that I am a happy person today." Bwahahaha!
Note: This was after she called a student a....(word)... and told him to go to hell. =D

'In the strength of the Lord, I can do hard things'

I just read a very inspiring article on LDS.org about believing in ourselves and our ability to do hard things. I encourage all those that find life crazy and overwhelming at times in their lives to take only a few minutes to read this. http://www.ldschurchnews.com/articles/60011/Latter-day-Saint-Young-Women-In-the-strength-of-the-Lord--I-can-do-hard-things.html#

Sweet Serenity

Sometimes, life isn’t so easy. Some days, all you want to do is climb back in bed and pretend the world does not exist. Life starts to feel very monotonous and pointless lately and I am running out of steam to carry on. I would love to have a day spent only with my frog prince in some remote land where no one can say, “one phone call a week” or ask “when will you be home?” A place where the hills are always soft, the air always warm, and school bells are not to be heard from miles around. Somewhere with a soft blanket, warm fire, and glittering lights can be enjoyed in serenity. Oh, the places I wish to be.

The Million Dollar Bingo!

Have you ever tried to play bingo with 4 year olds? Even using big tokens and cards with only eight numbers to them it really is a trick. Now imagine grown men playing bingo with the same attention span as 4 year olds and the same materials...

Keith caught on to the basic idea of the game fairly quickly- look for the number called, put a token on it. The problem came when the number called didn't appear on his board. On these occasions he would loudly proclaim, "now you just wait a minute! There is something wrong here." It didn't matter how many times we explained it to him, he just didn't get it.

Eddie, so happy and full of spunk, was too busy talking to everyone and everything to even try. He told me today that he knows the secret to earning money fast. We were playing bingo and he was fully determined that "if you move this token down here and push it through the 75% row, you'll come out richer than when you sat down without laying your money on the table!" If only it really worked that way. Eddie is the sweetest and funnest old man that I have ever had the pleasure to meet.

A Chair With Value

A director's chair is a powerful seat that holds many responsibilities and now, it is mine.
I stated the class off on Tuesday with body warm-ups and vocal warm-ups. I was shaking from my head to my toes with a strange sense of power that I have never felt before. It was almost overwhelming to have so many eyes looking at me, expecting me to be a leader of them. I jumped into the cold readings as quickly as I could hardly got through half of everyone. Today, we picked up right where we had left off and boy was I surprised! There were people that read for characters that I never would have expected them to read well but when given the chance, read so clearly and with just the right choices that I was blown away. My only hope is that rehearsals with run just as smooth starting next week.

Old People Smell Funny

Today was day one as a volunteer at the Veteran's Home near my neighborhood. Upon checking into the office, I discovered that I have been assigned to the Memory Care wing. I followed a very short woman to the farthest part of the building; going through many heavy doors, a few of which required remotes and keys to open. My happy face and cheerful disposition soon seemed no brighter than candle light once I discovered what our activity was. FINGER PAINTING. That is correct- a whole bunch of old men finger painting with pudding manipulated into pretty colors with food dye. Was I excited? Nope. I was ecstatic! The old guys took a while to get into it, but we all still had fun. I assisted in the creation to a space shuttle and I can tell you that it was defiantly something to behold.
After painting we all sat in the living room and sang Jingle Bells. The old man next to me took a liking to my hand and decided that he was going to hold it for the event. That is until he forgot where he was.
All in all, today was a pretty great experience. But I must say, they do smell funny.