Saturday, November 6, 2010

Lost In Translation

I feel that the purpose of celebrating one’s birthday has gotten lost in translation. We wish others a happy birthday, buy them presents, or take them out for dinner because that’s what we have always done, because that’s what we are supposed to do. We never really stop and think why we celebrate birthdays.

Birthdays are the markers of one year passing, or getting one year older. Some would think that birthdays are a time to wish the following year to be a blessed one, while others would congratulate you on making it one more year without kicking the bucket. Or for all of those cynics out there, birthdays mark one more year closer to death. These are all good things to celebrate, I suppose, but I think my reasoning for celebrating out-stands them all.

I think of birthdays as the celebration of one’s birth You’re probably thinking to yourself, Well, DUH. But let me explain…

Birthdays are in celebration of the day someone was born, and birthdays are the celebration of the years they have been alive since that birth and the life which they have lived. Birthdays are meant to celebrate the person and the blessings they have had and the blessings which they are. Birthdays rejoice in the many talents and accomplishments of an individual and celebrate in advance the impacts yet to come. Birthdays not only celebrate the person themselves, but also the God who made them and gave them life. Birthdays are a celebration of life, love, and the pursuit of happiness.

Birthdays are about celebrating individuals, yes, but I think it is much more than that. You receive gifts on your birthday as a gesture of friends and family thanking you for who you are and what you have done in the world. I feel that this a wonderful thing, but I also find it sort of selfish. Birthdays are all about commemorating a life well lived, but the celebrations do no take into consideration the ones who helped to make it worth living. Birthdays should not only be about celebrating the life of an individual, but also should honor the ones who have helped the individual become the person they are.

I cannot celebrate my 21st birthday in the mindset that it is “my day,” when really, my birthday belongs to so many people. I cannot name individually all of the people who have impacted my life, but I can name a few:

First of all, my parents. Let me just state the obvious and say thanks for having me. (P.S. Sorry about the C-section, Mom. That must of been rough. But I am thankful you had me all the same!) And let me state the not-so-obvious and say thank you for raising me with all of the love and support you have for these 21 years. Thank you for being role models in every aspect of life. Thank you for making me into the person I am today, even though I can sometimes be a pain. I love you both more than I am able to express in both words and actions. You both are my heroes.

Seestors: You both are my everything. I know that sometimes we fight and I am obnoxious, but I love that we always make up and can go back to having fun. I look up to both of you immensely (yes, even you, Nicole, although technically you are still shorter than I). You two are the ones who keep me accountable and on the right track. Thank you for always being there for me and having my back. I am so blessed to be able to be so close with both of you, and I look forward to when I get to talk to you and see you. I love you both so much!!

Teachers/Bosses/Mentors: Thank you all for taking the time to invest in me. You have taught me so much about academics, working with students/kids/individuals, and life in general. Thank you for always encouraging me to be the best version of myself that I can be and to strive for goals you know I can obtain. Thank you for inspiring me to find my passion and pushing me to “pay it forward.” I owe a lot of who I want to become to all of you.

Friends: Each and every one of you has made an impact on my life, even if you do not realize it. Every interaction I have with you has helped me to grow, love, and has enriched my life in some way. Thank you all for taking the time to get to know me and allowing me to get to know you. Thank you for being the amazing people that you are and for blessing my life. I am the luckiest girl in the world to know all of you!

A great big thanks to every single one of you. I would not be the person I am today without your presence in my life and I thank you in advance for loving, supporting, and encouraging me into the person I will become. You all mean so much to me. Thank you for who you are! So really, I wish ALL OF YOU a very happy birthday!

Friday, October 15, 2010

I watched Julie & Julia yesterday

and it really made me want to start blogging again. About what, I haven't entirely decided just yet. I think I am just going to start typing and see where it gets me...

I am taking four classes this semester: Discourse Analysis for ASL Interpreters (Deaf Studies course), American Indians in Film, Chaucer (both English courses), and Ancient Roman Drama (Classics course). All of the classes are fine, so far anyways. Midterms are coming up, so I have a lot of work to do; a lot of work that I don't want to do and clearly am not doing. Sometimes I wonder to myself why I chose the major that I did and what on earth possessed me to want to double minor, but alas, that is my life right now and I must deal.

Things with Future Teachers Club have been great. We have gotten a lot of recognition within the College of Education and even within the university. A couple weeks ago, the FTC officers and College of Education Ambassadors were invited to watch the UA vs. Citadel football game in the Presidential Skybox. I had the opportunity to talk to President Shelton, past President Schaffer, and other authoritative people about FTC and the importance of the club. Next week I have been invited to give a ten-minute presentation about FTC in front of the dean and associate dean of the College of Education as well as a board of scholarship donors. I hope that the more FTC's name gets out, the more support we will get from the College of Ed. The club itself is going really well. We have a solid number of consistent members and they all seem very dedicated to the club. We have partnered with the Wildcat School to run an after school 4H program (we are teaching drama to fourth through seventh graders) and a read-a-thon. I am just so proud to be president of such a great club. I can honestly say that the success of the club has nothing to do with me, though; my officers are wonderful, the members are wonderful. All around, the club is wonderful!

It's been two months since I was last at Lutherwood and I miss it terribly. Well, I don't really miss the cold nights in the Ark and always being tired and only showering twice a week, but I do miss the atmosphere of camp, the silly camp songs and skits, getting to know new kids every week, and so much more. The thing I miss most of all, though, is the staff. The staff this time around was absolutely wonderful. I felt like I could connect with every person on staff in some way or another. I have been so blessed to have gotten to know well a lot of the counselors, some of whom I still keep in contact with on a weekly basis. My life has been so completely enriched by every single person I got to know this summer and I feel as though I have become a better person because of them. If anyone from camp is reading this, know that I love you more than I can express and I am so glad you are in my life. How deeply you're connected to my soul!

Also, I forgot to post when I moved into my new place, but here is my new address.
1717 E. Speedway Rm #D221
Tucson, AZ 85719
I absolutely love getting mail, so anything you would like to send me would brighten my day immensely. :)

Blessings to all! I hope to hear from you soon!

Friday, February 26, 2010

Look! I am updating again!

I am hoping to start getting into the habit of updating my blog biweekly, and even though I am failing at that at the moment, perhaps this semi-frequent posting will train me for that endeavor.

Nothing overly noteworthy has happened since my last post...School is still kicking my butt and I have a laundry list of books I need to read this weekend, the amount of pages I don't even want to think about. My roommate sat me down the other day and had a "talk" with me about needing to get out more. She says the amount of time I spend doing homework in the room is not healthy for me and I need to make friends or something. She does not understand that I don't really have much time to do anything else besides homework, but I must admit that getting out and doing something fun would be a nice alteration to my forever-reading schedule. Not to mention my closest friends don't even go to this university, some of which don't even live in this state. It's a problem. But nonetheless, I think I am going to take her advice, crawl out of my hermit hole, and begin the discomforting task of being extroverted...

I guess I started my venture with my small, but not-to-be-considered-insignificant volunteer work. About once every couple weeks, I give tours of the University of Arizona to upper-elementary school and middle school students from the Tucson area. I am not overly articulate or well-versed in facts about the UA, but that doesn't seem to matter a lick to these kids; they are struck with utter admiration that a college student would take time out of their "no-rules-no-responsibility" day to lead them on a tour and they blush with the feeling of extra-ordinariness when they receive my answer to a question they have asked. It really brightens my day and even makes me swell with self-importance, perhaps undeservedly, for being able to mentor these students, even in the condensed time I get to spend with them. The more tours I do, I start to realize more and more that I might actually want to teach junior high school students for a living. Call me deranged, but I am not turned off by the incandescent rush of hormones or the awkward interactions; in fact, I find them rather entertaining and slightly endearing. Perhaps God will bring me to work in a junior high setting some day. Until then, the plan is still rooting for ninth and tenth grade English.

Speaking of which, (random interlude of something you probably don't care about, but is nonetheless intriguing for me and I am thus going to share with you regardless) I have been thinking a lot about what kind of material I would be teaching if I were to teach the age group previously mentioned. When I was that age, our curriculum focused greatly on Greek mythology and literature, reading The Odyssey and learning about the different myths. I have always found this be incredibly fascinating and have really enjoyed taking a mythology class two semesters ago and currently reading classical literature in my Women in Lit class. I am so seriously divulged in these subjects that I have even often thought about minoring in Classics. Since I am almost finished with my minor in Special Education (Deaf Studies), it's kind of pointless to make Classics my minor. However, I was talking to one of the girls in my classes and she is double minoring in two emphasis areas, something I am thinking of incorporating into my four year plan. If I can double minor without having to spend any more time at the U, I will double minor in Special Ed and Classics, but if I have to be here longer and pay more money (they're raising our tuition 31% for next semester, ugh), then I will just take Classics courses as some of my elective credits. Nevertheless, I am extremely looking forward to enriching my knowledge in the Classics, especially Greek mythology and literature, not to mention it will be very advantageous to have studied these traditions if I do end up teaching them in my future classroom.

So that's my life: completely mundane. This weekend I am taking Jenny's challenge and so I will be hanging out with my sister, which should be fun and then working. Not exactly my roommate's idea of "getting out," but I love my job, so I don't mind (I still work at Centennial Hall, the performance theater at UA, but as of last semester I was promoted from being an usher to being a manager, fancy fancy). Oh, and this weekend, I will be reading up the wazoo as usual. Breaks from school are most certainly welcome, so I invite you to give me a call or send me an IM/email to catch up/distract me from my homework. :) Take care and I can't wait to talk to all of you soon! Peace and Blessings

Saturday, February 13, 2010

It has been brought to my attention

several times in the last few days that it has been nearly a year since I have updated this blog, and for those few and far between viewers, I have concealed the falling action of a rather mundane but nonetheless progressive story of my life. Since my last post, I have completed two semesters strongly at UA with a summer sabbatical working at a Christian kids camp in Bellingham, WA, in between. I guess "sabbatical" is a bit of a misnomer considering the fact that I was incredibly sleep-deprived, never showered, and was constantly on the go working with children first grade through twelfth grade (not all at the same time; each week I was working with a different age group). However, I can honestly say it was the best three months of my life. I made some of the closest friends I have ever had and could ever ask for, friendships that will last for a lifetime, no doubt. I had the unique opportunity of getting to hang out and play with kids, while at the same time being able to mentor them and show them Jesus' love. I have collected quite the array of hilarious anecdotes from working at camp, a few of which will have you laughing so hard you are crying. If you are interested in listening to some of my stories, just ask (I highly recommend the nudist fifth grader story or the hummingbird story). It was through working at Lutherwood that God really made it clear to me that I am supposed to be working with children and youth for a living and that He has designed me to help them grow in their faith and grow as human beings as well. Do not consider me vainglorious for boasting of these astute qualities for I can guarantee you it is not of my own doing; all the praise goes to God. I am just thankful He is allowing me to assist Him in being a shepherd to His flock, something He continued to remind me of every day while at Lutherwood, not only through the interactions I had with the kids but through my camp name as well. As counselors, you go through a small identity crisis at the beginning of staff training where you no longer use your birth-given name but it is instead replaced with a puerile name that will be used for the rest of the summer. It soon becomes the campers' unofficial game to try and guess your real name. I can honestly say that no camper ever guessed my real name and I remained imperishably Lamb Chop all summer long and will remain as such forever in the eyes of the other counselors. As ridiculous as said camp name is for me, it was God's reminder to me of my duties as a shepherd to his flock, and I most certainly owned and grew to enjoy being called Lamb Chop (or Chops, Choppy, Choppy Chop, Da Chopsta, etc.), a name I will continue to use when I return to Lutherwood this summer. Or that is the plan, at least. But until then, I have to finish this current semester...

Speaking of which, said semester is proposing itself to be far more difficult that I had previously gathered it to be. I started out taking three literature classes and two Deaf Studies classes, but due to a series of stressful and dramatic events, my class schedule has transformed into one Deaf Studies class and four English classes. Kill me now. When describing my course schedule to Manatee, another counselor from Lutherwood (as you can plainly tell by the inordinate nickname) and a fellow English major, he was completely shocked that I was taking so many literature courses at one time. I didn't realize the serious consequences of taking four English classes simultaneously until it was too late to drop any of them. My homework consists of mostly reading and analyzing novels and other literature but at an extremely rapid rate. I average reading around four to five books a week, something presenting itself to be rather difficult for someone like me who has not been fond of reading in the first place. I am reading my books every chance I get: in between classes, during classes, while eating lunch, at work, at parties my roommate invites me to, etc. This excessive reading is portraying me as an avid bookworm and introvert, but really, it's simply so I can trudge through my courses without failing miserably. I am praying that I find some way to survive and excel at these classes without getting too burnt out; additional prayers from you would be greatly appreciated.

I mentioned earlier about my roommate...Since my last post, I have roughly gone through three roommates. The first one who I was living with during my last post ended up transferring to NAU for the 2009 fall semester, leaving me with a random roommate, a freshman pre-med major. We had absolutely nothing in common other than we lived two miles away from each other back home, and we barely spoke to one another, never exceeding one two to three minute small talk conversation per week, complete with a couple angry exchanges about temperature control and sleep schedules. Needless to say, we didn't exactly get along. I had become very good friends with a girl who lived down the hall and I spent a lot of my time escaping my roommate in her room. Since we spent so much time together, we decided it would be best for the both of us if we moved in together. After much drama and cattiness, Jenny moved into my room and my roommate moved into her room with Jenny's old roommate. As of now, Jenny and I are very happy in our vintage-themed mess of a room and she has become to be one of my best friends. It is pretty evident to everyone that I am much happier this semester since my living situation has been remedied. However, it is also evident that I am a bit grouchier due to my intense workload, but there's not much I can do about that but traipse through all of my homework, something I should probably be doing right now...blarg...

Thank you all for reading my picayune troubles posted on my blog. I hope you all are doing well and I am hoping to update my blog more often. It has become my 2010 resolution to be better at keeping in contact with people who are important to me (that's you!). Help me out by emailing me/calling me/bugging me to update my blog. I hope to talk to all of you individually soon. Love and God Bless