tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185898172024-03-13T13:40:47.532-04:00"...For the Lord your God is He who fights for you, just as He promised you...""For I know the plans that I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope." --Jeremiah 29:11Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.comBlogger357125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-37546129011192402982010-02-01T16:15:00.001-05:002010-02-01T16:15:39.547-05:00In case you want to know where I went... I have moved!<br />www.postcollegeramblings.blogspot.comAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-3798640999337802862009-10-29T18:48:00.003-04:002009-10-29T19:38:52.155-04:00Children should be seen and not heardWhat a nightmare. The day before the big Halloween party and the kids are nuts. They survived the social studies lesson GREAT! In fact, it was quite a good lesson. For once we had some peace and quiet. It was about cooperation and getting along involves talking, listening, sharing, and taking turns. The first activity had them drawing a picture. The catch was, each pair had one crayon. They both had to have one hand on the crayon. They had to try to draw a picture, but they weren't allowed to talk at all. I told them that if they talked or even if one partner talked, they were out of the game and had to put their heads down. A couple of them didn't listen and got sentenced to putting their heads down. It worked! There was complete silence! The second time they did it, they were allowed to talk, but they had to whisper. If they got too loud, they'd be out of the game. If the expectations are clear and held to, the kids respond well. Everything fell apart in the afternoon, though. They had a lockdown drill that lasted for 30 minutes. They had to be completely silent for 30 minutes and afterwards, they went crazy. They missed their recess so they were completely bonkers and one of them was going on and on about the injustice of not having recess.<br /><br />Kids are dropping like flies at school. Yogi has been out all week. Kennedy was out two days. One kid in the other pod threw up en route to the nurse. A good number of kids were sent home today due to illness.<br /><br />Tomorrow is going to be wild and crazy. Oh dear.<br /><br />I have picked up social studies and math, basically at the same time. I have to write lessons for Monday today so he can see them tomorrow. Then I work tomorrow night 6 to midnight and go back to NJ on Saturday.<br /><br />It's really no surprise my hair is all gone. 1st graders will do that to you!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-24715065406816000782009-10-28T20:39:00.003-04:002009-10-28T20:50:46.510-04:00And it begins again!Ok, so today is Wednesday and the first full week of student teaching 2 has ended. I haven't been inspired to sit down and begin my blog again and I'm still not really inspired but I really should start writing the funny things that happen while I think of it. I have some really nutty kids. There are also 20 of them instead of 8. I should come up with nicknames for them again but there are too many to think of.<br /><br />It has been a bit of adjustment going to public school. I didn't realize how much I'd miss Faith Academy. I think I really miss the community the most... and being able to address bad behavior with the Bible. My co-op is quite different from Janine. Janine and I were pretty alike in personality and this time I have a male co-op and he's very disorganized. I'm getting used to being handed things on the spot and being told to teach them. He handed me a guided reading book and told me to teach it on the spot. He said he wants the principal to come observe me just because. Uh... that wasn't in the contract. Oh well.<br /><br />I probably have funny stories to tell but I'm not really inspired right now. I need to start updating this more faithfully. Oh, and today one of the girls, Trinity, walked into her teacher's elbow and banged her nose and was going around pinching her nose. She caught me biting my lip trying not to laugh and she said, very nasally, "It's NOT funny!" Hahaha.. oopsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-43022602230377960472009-09-25T11:29:00.003-04:002009-09-25T11:37:04.309-04:00Hello, long lost blog!Wow, I haven't updated this in a while... probably because I'm a little distant from PBU right now. So I'll update it for all the people who actually read my blog (like.. 2 people).<br /><br />First order of the day: Scroll down to the very bottom of my blog. See that adorable dog? That's Pip. Pip died when I was home in the Philippines. :( Sad. He died the weekend before I got back to Manila from student teaching in Davao.<br /><br />Speaking of student teaching, in case you aren't tracking with me, I was in the Philippines for 2 and a half months doing my student teaching down in Davao. All about that can be found at www.onceuponastudentteacher.blogspot.com<br /><br />Moving on... I finished off my last semester of classes at PBU back in May. The very next weekend I went to practicum in Philly. I decided to do the program called "Urban Seminar" which is 2 weeks long and is pretty intensive. It was SO MUCH FUN! I loved it and I have developed a love for innercity education. If you were wondering what happened, you can read my OTHER blog: www.urbanseminar09.blogspot.com<br /><br />Other than creating several different blogs, I do have somewhat of a life... however, one might contest that point as I am being a bum for a month until I start student teaching again. I actually have a lot to accomplish, but I don't have all the materials I need to begin.<br /><br />Anyway, I stopped by PBU after flying back from the Philippines. I saw lots of people I don't know due to the incoming freshman class. It was weird. The school has really changed since I was there as a freshman. The past two classes have been.. interesting. I miss being a freshman, but I don't think I'd want to be a freshman now. In some ways, I'm looking forward to graduation... just not to finding a job after that. Haha.<br /><br />So that's my brief update. Nothing else is really that exciting in my life. I'm using my brother's computer so I'll upload whatever picture I can find on here. Brace yourself for something truly stunning! :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNTgp26lb4wb1XvS0zZ1bfyiZywbTkxZ-O66GFme5Q042Y7y2O9jQinrNZ2Iy_3y0EFJ1mjpYWfhyphenhyphen16epznQbYitG-G6eoQpaOgUL2lNPCxdUAdjFBSSix_xTrDGVJ8qYM5Wm7g/s1600-h/IMG_2937.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNTgp26lb4wb1XvS0zZ1bfyiZywbTkxZ-O66GFme5Q042Y7y2O9jQinrNZ2Iy_3y0EFJ1mjpYWfhyphenhyphen16epznQbYitG-G6eoQpaOgUL2lNPCxdUAdjFBSSix_xTrDGVJ8qYM5Wm7g/s320/IMG_2937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385429296064597890" border="0" /></a><br />Smiles,<br />Becky :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-91008199434813157352009-03-02T13:50:00.003-05:002009-03-15T07:38:08.800-04:00Everything non-academic I learned, I learned at PBU<img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Stoyk/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />In the past 4 years, PBU has taught me multiple life-skills. PBU is not just about academics. The lessons learned outside of the classroom are deep and abiding and will stay with me for life. I shall list some of them:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Snow Days</span> - Snow days are very important things. It's not really a lesson, but since there is a snow day, I figured I should mention it. PBU has taught me to appreciate snow and to hope desperately for a snow day. I never had snow days when homeschooling (plus we never HAD snow) so having them now is great. It's also my last semester of classes, and therefore my last snow day of my college career. I'm savoring it! Especially since it's March.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Golf Carts</span> -- PBU has taught me the fun of golf carts. When I worked on grounds, I got to drive the golf cart like a maniac. I got so used to it that I had to remember not to try to drive my car over the grass and on the walkway. The best part about the golf cart was driving up to the carriage house, turning around, defying all the stop signs, and flooring it down to the arches. It was as fun as a roller coaster ride. Golf carts are also great tools for chasing geese. Whenever one sees a flock of geese, the best thing to do is stop doing whatever important task you're supposed to be doing and chase geese around.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thistles</span> -- I hate thistles. I also hate pulling them out of the ground. PBU has taught me the importance of pulling out thistles before they grow bigger. Nip it in the bud, you know?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wasp Killer Spray</span> -- PBU has taught me the power and fun of wasp spray. There was a hill that tended to have wasps a lot and there is something exceedingly invigorating about running around the hill spraying the wasps and watching them drop like flies. It's a welcome break and it provides the fellow grounds worker much needed entertainment on a hot summer day.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How to NOT make friends</span> -- Apparently, when you're on custodial, it's not professional to look for more work. A job that takes 20 minutes should take at least an hour and a half. Looking for extra work after 20 minutes is not professional and should be avoided at all costs. Instead, it is better to drag out a task as long as possible or play pool in Heritage Hall while waiting.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Humility</span> -- Every PBU student should spend a semester working in the dishroom. It keeps you humble. It also teaches you how to work fast, be quick on your feet, and accept burning fingers because the plates come out so hot.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zambonis</span> -- The Zamboni machine is quite the thing. You have to develop the art of using your entire body weight to push the thing around. It's also a whole lot of fun when it overflows dirty, grey water over the floor you just cleaned. Zambonis teach you patience and the ability to laugh at yourself.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cheesesteaks </span>-- The Eagle's Nest has taught me the art of making really good cheesesteaks. This is a rather useful skill that I'm sure I'll use many times in my life (not).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Onions</span> -- Apparently there are many ways to cut onions. I haven't figured them out, but I learned that there are different ways.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Romaine Lettuce</span> -- Cutting Romaine lettuce in bulk is a skill I have mastered. It's loads of fun, too.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Data Entry</span> -- One little mistake in Admit Gold can cause a lot of problems. Attention to detail is important. Speed is also handy too. Plus, I learned that I associate people by their applications. When I meet them in person I go "OOOOH! That's the person I entered a few months ago!"<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Patience in the Tedious</span> -- According to James, Enrollment Operations puts the "us" in tedious. Bulk mailings and meticulous countings of single sheets of paper for inventory teach patience and a good attitude in all things.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Radios</span> -- Ok, so 10-2 means "I can hear you loud and clear" and 10-1 means "I didn't catch that." Never mess that up. I do it all the time. Also, the code for bathroom is "483." Thanks to PBU security, I learned how to use radio codes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vans</span> -- Driving a van is definitely loads of fun. I never thought I would ever drive a vehicle bigger than my car. However, I like driving big vehicles a lot. If I ever have 12 kids, this skill will be handy.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">People skills</span> -- Apparently PBU has made me more outgoing. Hooray!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Time Management</span> -- With working multiple jobs and having tons of homework, PBU has taught me how to use time effectively. I suppose this skill will come in handy even after I finish school.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Coffee</span> -- Coffee is a must to begin a day. (Unless I'm sick -- then it's tea) I never really drank coffee until school. AND I never drank coffee this regularly until this semester. (Except today was my first cup in a week because I've been sick)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">All-Nighters</span> -- I have never pulled an all-nighter until this semester. Now I regularly pull 2 in a row. It's a blast for the rest of the week. Operating on few hours of sleep is a new skill I am slowly acquiring.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Geese</span> -- Geese are things to chase. Whenever you see a flock of geese, you must chase them. It makes the day so much better.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rabid Squirrels</span> -- Always check trees for rabid squirrels before you climb them. Who knows, they might just fly out of the tree at you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tofu</span> -- PBU has taught me the many ways to make tofu and the many different ways to name tofu dishes. Jerk Tofu, Tofu A La King... stuff like that.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rice Cookers</span> -- PBU has taught me the skill of using rice cookers, crock pots, and hot pots in many different ways. Who ever knew you could make stir fry in a rice cooker? Who knew you could can jelly using all three things? Who knew you could make really good chicken and dumpling stew in a rice cooker?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thrifty Grocery Shopping</span> -- Thanks to PBU, I have discovered Aldi and the Bucks Produce Store. PBU has taught me how to make good, cheap meals using both stores. Hooray.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">How to Annoy the Mailroom People</span> -- I learned that if you ask every day for a whole summer if you have mail, you can be known by your box number rather than your name. One guy used to call me "435" instead of "Becky."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am a mere number</span> -- When you work security, you're known by your shift start time. I have learned to be referred to as "23." I usually want to laugh, but it's not really funny. "18 this Supervisor." "This is 18. Go ahead." "When you get done, bring the jeep for 23." Since when am I a number?! Becky un-clear. Hahaha.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Microsoft Office Training</span> -- Apparently this is going to look good on my resume. Hooray. Thanks to Enrollment Operations and being a student worker, I can now say I have been trained in Word and Outlook.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Mennonite Look</span> -- If you wear skirts enough every day, people think you're Mennonite and try to convince you that you are even when you deny it.<br /><br />This is getting boring. Actually it was boring from the start. I lost all my inspiration. I'm sure there are many other things that PBU has taught me but I can't think of them.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-76930758060350738242009-02-20T16:43:00.002-05:002009-02-20T16:53:20.100-05:00My, my... I'm really getting good at this blog thing! Haha! I should be doing homework but I have developed the horrible disease called Senioritis. I should have been working on researching stuff for my IDP (but I'm a little crippled by the fact that I need some stuff from the Philippines first to help guide the way the rest of the research is going to head) in the past 4 weeks but of course I haven't. I have kept ahead on everything else, though. As my roommate sarcastically comments "When's that due? 3 weeks from now???" I have senioritis my IDP but apparently not really in the rest of my homework. I tend to like to do everything 1 or 2 weeks in advance and so the fact that I have a paper due next Friday and I haven't started has sent me into panic mode.<br /><br />Life is chilly. I nearly got blown off the walkway today. It's supposed to snow Saturday night but the last time weather.com said that, nothing happened... except rain.<br /><br />I have been keeping busy all week. This work week contains about 33 hours. Cool. It doesn't really feel like that because 16 of those hours were in the middle of the night. My brain tells me that doesn't really count.<br /><br />Linguistics class is cool as always. I am very seriously considering this: http://www.wycliffe.org/Events.aspx?eid=369&ModuleId=34 The problem is... getting out there. :(<br /><br />Math stresses me out. Just thought I'd throw that out there.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-27400840900393175752009-01-29T14:26:00.003-05:002009-01-29T14:41:50.947-05:00Well then...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgHkE0J4pT7lwxUk2tvEZbZnlR_OiM41BdprvlhbnyJEMirnvS2E214FNxoblQuWLKd046hAGKeKW8UbqS_R6z3nXfBpjqMjx19FmpEEM4jqb5JXncr8aQcQpeUHeK3Qu5oLH-A/s1600-h/IMG_2364_10.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsgHkE0J4pT7lwxUk2tvEZbZnlR_OiM41BdprvlhbnyJEMirnvS2E214FNxoblQuWLKd046hAGKeKW8UbqS_R6z3nXfBpjqMjx19FmpEEM4jqb5JXncr8aQcQpeUHeK3Qu5oLH-A/s400/IMG_2364_10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296803040220860690" border="0" /></a><br />I haven't posted in a while! Oh well... didn't miss much. Haha.<br /><br />There are days when the list of things that need to be done seems insurmountable and the deadlines are coming at way too fast a pace when you step back and realize, "God will see me through this... take it one step at a time" Then there are the days when something happens and you are positively beaming with joy. Such a day is this one. Get this: I have 12 credits this semester. I went to my Tuesday night 5 hr class and Dr. Vasso says, "You know this isn't required for your program. You need to check up on this." I talked to my advisor and sure enough, I have more than enough grad credits! I had no need for Global Trends in Education! I dropped it. (And I am sorely tempted to sit in on a Tuesday night class with Dr. Hardesty because he's just amazing and I never got a chance to take him.......) This means I have WAY more time to research and do a more careful job on my IDP. Along with that, my chapter due dates are flexible which means I can spread this project out longer! I wish I could sit in on Pauline 1 with Dr. Hardesty. I wish I could take piano again. However, I do need to utilize the free day of no class to do homework! I might still sit in at least once on Dr. H's class. I celebrated by bonding with a piano after lunch. I'm in linguistics this semester (for fun... it's an audit!) and I am falling in love with language. Music is a language in itself. I miss piano lessons. I miss music becoming more than symbols on a page as my teacher made the music tell stories and have feelings and emotions. It's like reading a story. A reader can follow the guidelines of a story but without making the words come alive, the story can be dead. A musician can follow the music on the page, keep perfect time, and to some extent, follow the written symbols for volume and tempo, but without making it come alive, the music is dead. I can be methodical in my playing and I don't always just let the music become music. Last semester, music became music. I miss it. Not that music ceases to be music, but that I have ceased to go to lessons and have whole new worlds opened up right beneath my fingers. (Ok, not MY fingers... my teacher's fingers... my fingers are still learning the language) Not to be dramatic or anything...........<br /><br />I have recently moved into the library. I could probably bring my sleeping bag in here and just camp out all day and all night.<br /><br />We had a snow day yesterday. I spent it reading <span style="font-style: italic;">Dispensationalism</span> by Ryrie. It's a tough read!<br /><br />I have taken to walking to school every morning. I also walk back if it's still light out. I love it. In the early morning, on a sunshiney day, it's beautiful!<br /><br />I need to go to work soon.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-18625830696525869272009-01-10T21:31:00.001-05:002009-01-10T21:31:32.700-05:00This picture failed to attach itself to the previous post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6K45OrGduboT9fXh4ZrYdNo2caqh8JyZ3_E7b2yaMX6TU6dwbnutofPy6rF-B52eJOnyAp_1F73LYrcge2cy208oYEvosF_136Uq9CoY8XLmxo90gndi7fBQEpCJWEY9DFkNPNg/s1600-h/IMG_1049_3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6K45OrGduboT9fXh4ZrYdNo2caqh8JyZ3_E7b2yaMX6TU6dwbnutofPy6rF-B52eJOnyAp_1F73LYrcge2cy208oYEvosF_136Uq9CoY8XLmxo90gndi7fBQEpCJWEY9DFkNPNg/s400/IMG_1049_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289858156457014978" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-28649301186283477642009-01-10T21:25:00.002-05:002009-01-10T21:30:21.116-05:00Why HI there, ya’ll! (Said in a very Southern drawl)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyhshCqFAZ7vjvjfmtW2pZfMIpfoo2tE-3-U6qbMK1W9Q8abpcaGBzXijGiquy6Bk1anv65QS_faPjOFcvk_u4M4p6FKPiUf4FUH0xBexnjJQfg21XMGp2zNzceIXJLxh8kOOoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0973_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyhshCqFAZ7vjvjfmtW2pZfMIpfoo2tE-3-U6qbMK1W9Q8abpcaGBzXijGiquy6Bk1anv65QS_faPjOFcvk_u4M4p6FKPiUf4FUH0xBexnjJQfg21XMGp2zNzceIXJLxh8kOOoQ/s400/IMG_0973_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289857229193421186" border="0" /></a><br /><span xmlns=""><p>Well, folks, the picture here is a good display of my opinion of my blogging: Are you serious? Yes, I do believe I have failed to develop my writing skills as of late and have next to nothing to say. I read over some old posts from back when I was a carefree freshman and I was quite entertained. My posts used to be somewhat interesting and hold a lot of memories. However, those carefree days are over. As I logged into IQWeb to print off my course syllabi I realized once again how each semester piled more and more work upon me. Obviously, I am ignoring the homework looming over my head and am not doing a lick of it. Shame on me! (I did finish my Theories of Learning pre-course work today, though)<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>What else is new in my life… Like I said, my life is uninteresting! I start classes on the 21<sup>st</sup> and life gets crazier from there. There is no life outside of school, apparently.<br /></p><p>Here are some pictures I stole from Andy. When all else fails, post pictures! These are from the Helping Hands dinner. Eileen is really not THAT much taller than me.</p><p><span><span xmlns=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNPzdZRVE-RAcWBRm5aPAP7Awn4xGQ4qFBVy3OzB5qCWEFWz1mL30Fu1gfivqqauC13dLE6Cqrp_cswwni1naO5sHsALUUERh63uHu6DC0zGu-u4FQojaihmgmxv11axymHrSHA/s1600-h/IMG_1013_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNPzdZRVE-RAcWBRm5aPAP7Awn4xGQ4qFBVy3OzB5qCWEFWz1mL30Fu1gfivqqauC13dLE6Cqrp_cswwni1naO5sHsALUUERh63uHu6DC0zGu-u4FQojaihmgmxv11axymHrSHA/s400/IMG_1013_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289857325015486850" border="0" /></a></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span><span xmlns=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpL1DSHhNEtcEl-q0kaILwMR1QIc7HjWF1m6VR-NPNXikkOFAoj3najWfVfz8U8kF1y8Q7syizlzKPNGbiabtLJjVAnTsoL5vT9JHJoXwIxa1yCXqOWPJvpr384-jgtFG1ziiD9A/s1600-h/IMG_1029_4.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpL1DSHhNEtcEl-q0kaILwMR1QIc7HjWF1m6VR-NPNXikkOFAoj3najWfVfz8U8kF1y8Q7syizlzKPNGbiabtLJjVAnTsoL5vT9JHJoXwIxa1yCXqOWPJvpr384-jgtFG1ziiD9A/s400/IMG_1029_4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289857492626887298" border="0" /></a></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Meet Abby. I was her buddy that <span><span xmlns=""><span xmlns=""><p><span><span xmlns=""><span><span xmlns=""><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8m2-dHCeDadhgrx1oBxqKbS1Zb5Em590zTdRKM-G1HN0mJ4u32Atj8ql75iPsRz5pNwAFsEqsIRWKfwQmAnv8yAZ6y4_63L45QjduEP5zDHsg504xzbox0fFWwK95ff5vj-qGyQ/s1600-h/IMG_1034_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8m2-dHCeDadhgrx1oBxqKbS1Zb5Em590zTdRKM-G1HN0mJ4u32Atj8ql75iPsRz5pNwAFsEqsIRWKfwQmAnv8yAZ6y4_63L45QjduEP5zDHsg504xzbox0fFWwK95ff5vj-qGyQ/s400/IMG_1034_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289857605047473650" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span></p></span></span></span>night. We made bead…project…things. Yea<span xmlns=""></span>h. </p></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-4340037926352669322008-12-22T13:07:00.001-05:002008-12-22T13:10:15.954-05:00Dear Mom,<br /><br />Thanks for teaching me how to dress fashionably. This is my outfit of choice for hanging around the house. Do you think I did a good job?<br /><br />Becky<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ec-qo6IsdQBtWZD3aSKiFJIK1nKf3O_v1jDGE0CLy0bQpZWT9vv9Y1JBkK9TrBxgG5zM2d2hsEjUA5WFd6705qu-ioID9tKdShRhK2GZO2ViUXOtDQquuDL079LHWGNkQSjqgw/s1600-h/IMG_2041_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Ec-qo6IsdQBtWZD3aSKiFJIK1nKf3O_v1jDGE0CLy0bQpZWT9vv9Y1JBkK9TrBxgG5zM2d2hsEjUA5WFd6705qu-ioID9tKdShRhK2GZO2ViUXOtDQquuDL079LHWGNkQSjqgw/s400/IMG_2041_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282678287232391442" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-6326489603059883312008-11-29T21:16:00.005-05:002008-11-29T21:22:56.036-05:00While my computer is borderline functioning, here are a few more pics. These are our "Family pictures" that we took for our Nexus family. Nexus and Enrollment Operations have groups/families and we are all trying to earn points toward some prize (which I don't even know what it is...) and one of the ways to earn points is to take a family picture. We took multiple and it was fun doing it. Soooo here are some of the pics...<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRgqmqyR5uReJnDPGonX-QUt9JP-Mi8GYf0qtqgP-TJLEzms69vfhCZ8L6Y3OO7kpLmiKL302TwGLe11u2OOibzFzsA2iliao5evBMrfnd7O3ILbJh5buIgPOpgnp8gw_Ax0F-Q/s1600-h/family+00022_6_1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274269544963632898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLRgqmqyR5uReJnDPGonX-QUt9JP-Mi8GYf0qtqgP-TJLEzms69vfhCZ8L6Y3OO7kpLmiKL302TwGLe11u2OOibzFzsA2iliao5evBMrfnd7O3ILbJh5buIgPOpgnp8gw_Ax0F-Q/s400/family+00022_6_1.JPG" /></a> Got a little squashed at the bottom<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0EKhbK6AuWKNsHsTG0u00m3bWCDT_frS7MkBdlGVIbS4XZKEIpEGOGJl9FpUSDlnpg5Gyh-6G6an_1N-HJFk7sJ0Koq-rttZIn9v4JT_dRlW-etPD-WW3RJ5ek0wlLUxc_10CA/s1600-h/family+00006_3_1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274269382883786034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs0EKhbK6AuWKNsHsTG0u00m3bWCDT_frS7MkBdlGVIbS4XZKEIpEGOGJl9FpUSDlnpg5Gyh-6G6an_1N-HJFk7sJ0Koq-rttZIn9v4JT_dRlW-etPD-WW3RJ5ek0wlLUxc_10CA/s400/family+00006_3_1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6wzZFawTiBXCRA_blBNLZ0VrSZ-YiahdXjOeLYEqDEUrVoN4aYMYTY7q2BizCyipQ560O2D3kLJ2zvBPQPt36dIVlVueIbd9DQNKyDIFLjIo0NsvBU5lwMxMnmgt41CXPu42Ww/s1600-h/family+00002_1_1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274269379961813442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6wzZFawTiBXCRA_blBNLZ0VrSZ-YiahdXjOeLYEqDEUrVoN4aYMYTY7q2BizCyipQ560O2D3kLJ2zvBPQPt36dIVlVueIbd9DQNKyDIFLjIo0NsvBU5lwMxMnmgt41CXPu42Ww/s400/family+00002_1_1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRlQV69N1iMUQVMieL8MZJWzj6lgEa5K4bGr6cQ5OfsUazVSULuBl6LeBAWDaaFpx6KlNySTjyE00MnTO6MwhMgvkvyTeZo2KsDLsfcw_wkSCV8Uuu-XLEmxap7S8OL7Q8FYSsA/s1600-h/family+00009_5_1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274269391154485490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYRlQV69N1iMUQVMieL8MZJWzj6lgEa5K4bGr6cQ5OfsUazVSULuBl6LeBAWDaaFpx6KlNySTjyE00MnTO6MwhMgvkvyTeZo2KsDLsfcw_wkSCV8Uuu-XLEmxap7S8OL7Q8FYSsA/s400/family+00009_5_1.JPG" /></a> Too bad we weren't evenly lined up!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-KSVqX8L0ITo747CeIN4uG9zkc-D4GKaV1qiyTfArsnGEKzAK81UR_0nGXUde26O-lpmrOsQt47SaniSItbk9Qz0G5H5_AzQbmjcM-kj7p-Q7MHfS5KqrsqANw1iybA8mfPqJMQ/s1600-h/family+00007_4_1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274269386539290866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-KSVqX8L0ITo747CeIN4uG9zkc-D4GKaV1qiyTfArsnGEKzAK81UR_0nGXUde26O-lpmrOsQt47SaniSItbk9Qz0G5H5_AzQbmjcM-kj7p-Q7MHfS5KqrsqANw1iybA8mfPqJMQ/s400/family+00007_4_1.JPG" /></a>James thought it looked like a band picture so he's doing his air..banjo...thing<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizrnjuV2ui0BetCQnwOf9ucO6IhIWtM3By0_mfcFcb8etTw76t-KCOjYRb_ZZJrQxiqff5y4bMTMusao3kN7zQ-syd6Yu0BgwtkcTD4dcOdZyt5lF-n54Bv3YeBPOX5mGNoXe2Pw/s1600-h/family+00003_2_1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274269385437895074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizrnjuV2ui0BetCQnwOf9ucO6IhIWtM3By0_mfcFcb8etTw76t-KCOjYRb_ZZJrQxiqff5y4bMTMusao3kN7zQ-syd6Yu0BgwtkcTD4dcOdZyt5lF-n54Bv3YeBPOX5mGNoXe2Pw/s400/family+00003_2_1.JPG" /></a>James is actually behind us but he ducked down at the last minute.</div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-73730504710915528902008-11-29T17:49:00.006-05:002008-11-29T21:25:51.231-05:00Some pics for once<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAB2Fmo4sZS6Ed8pgavoeNW0fq9kFay2rl90mduS3BMFudIZ7wLYlUwwZDnyWq53dk7TrkXB1TcdptyhlBjx2DLX2sZ0z6qnLu6MdMFN7S1B_k7jECaBTyl7VUc9O746IyTw_IGA/s1600-h/IMG_0116_1_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216408845121490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAB2Fmo4sZS6Ed8pgavoeNW0fq9kFay2rl90mduS3BMFudIZ7wLYlUwwZDnyWq53dk7TrkXB1TcdptyhlBjx2DLX2sZ0z6qnLu6MdMFN7S1B_k7jECaBTyl7VUc9O746IyTw_IGA/s400/IMG_0116_1_1.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div>I went hiking with on Friday at Federal Hill.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdMp2OFJg9a5eLjeUg4w6-C8vfD7lwE_BG5yY0lIs4NrlZkUxEKwR15jKkQdZh4hB4dwh9NNz-pMRXUfrPY78curiuSL7C89m2mek_yJskH-o-7ftGy0gdwFM7DQIGWzZz9lVhw/s1600-h/IMG_0108_8_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216272722876994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdMp2OFJg9a5eLjeUg4w6-C8vfD7lwE_BG5yY0lIs4NrlZkUxEKwR15jKkQdZh4hB4dwh9NNz-pMRXUfrPY78curiuSL7C89m2mek_yJskH-o-7ftGy0gdwFM7DQIGWzZz9lVhw/s400/IMG_0108_8_1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-B-Vv7W7RWy-WPABu8dhNp-xiSUi_gTv4rwIEttg8J2Ji0dBDlYOMYDB9Zg1_T_qjy9Rclc4sUeyGD07H9xMt0l3qAvYnJb2sTNnSiYljfHihpirH53V0FmpeaAGXMtwOhHynQ/s1600-h/IMG_0109_9_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216277587101506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-B-Vv7W7RWy-WPABu8dhNp-xiSUi_gTv4rwIEttg8J2Ji0dBDlYOMYDB9Zg1_T_qjy9Rclc4sUeyGD07H9xMt0l3qAvYnJb2sTNnSiYljfHihpirH53V0FmpeaAGXMtwOhHynQ/s400/IMG_0109_9_1.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6yvATUSCdQMPbJNXAEYa-g8TMOsSiiPlCMljX4bDJPSy78Li5FcZtqUMlxIE-4uOZFSkHju7eCZ_lTYlTPcd_7wJxlZdZDzyjs6NYDzpPpYTW9GJ2BaeKCVBxEJi0n5-expTK9w/s1600-h/IMG_0105_7_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216269196764722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6yvATUSCdQMPbJNXAEYa-g8TMOsSiiPlCMljX4bDJPSy78Li5FcZtqUMlxIE-4uOZFSkHju7eCZ_lTYlTPcd_7wJxlZdZDzyjs6NYDzpPpYTW9GJ2BaeKCVBxEJi0n5-expTK9w/s400/IMG_0105_7_1.JPG" /></a> I was trying to beat UC with ugliest self portraits<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwC10wWNC6F16kMqwQffjtIfms_wsI8_zy5_4oj9isfDkcSDA6TsMdnPlX-LILER6RIjDv3T87yDrqXPirk8Vib1nith4Y9YopPT1YxPioJnL8toXEc8btLYVBPT6lUjJXpvBRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0103_6_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216257480860370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwC10wWNC6F16kMqwQffjtIfms_wsI8_zy5_4oj9isfDkcSDA6TsMdnPlX-LILER6RIjDv3T87yDrqXPirk8Vib1nith4Y9YopPT1YxPioJnL8toXEc8btLYVBPT6lUjJXpvBRQ/s400/IMG_0103_6_1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFy5aVnQQTxZXl6pZqjEo4ImrWXFZMiOTCl0pYF8whNRLHwF6EU2WAPeuZVNMYWIWI7NEs9SkpGpsc3eHPYl5TDNBwYeLbOG_3y-OaJSKqj4TSb1-6ce7tX_BYcCc38UIgzOpZQ/s1600-h/IMG_0099_2_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216051089164674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUFy5aVnQQTxZXl6pZqjEo4ImrWXFZMiOTCl0pYF8whNRLHwF6EU2WAPeuZVNMYWIWI7NEs9SkpGpsc3eHPYl5TDNBwYeLbOG_3y-OaJSKqj4TSb1-6ce7tX_BYcCc38UIgzOpZQ/s400/IMG_0099_2_1.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FoUeV1GK7t1jA9GZaaP53e9zkQ12eKLY64VplQN3rc3PGnRVO_Kj4hbpsQkgOQz1kQqcyxHlSqCZJzk7GQE_OjJyTLLZ8teX66jRXBKZ1jaSYm5OGbCIbu1oU5dqIy8OpvxyUw/s1600-h/IMG_0102_5_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216065569676882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FoUeV1GK7t1jA9GZaaP53e9zkQ12eKLY64VplQN3rc3PGnRVO_Kj4hbpsQkgOQz1kQqcyxHlSqCZJzk7GQE_OjJyTLLZ8teX66jRXBKZ1jaSYm5OGbCIbu1oU5dqIy8OpvxyUw/s400/IMG_0102_5_1.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHoXGcO6-eR0EEtJ-5ofSp6Lpd7Fnw66V_c2dc3A36xHqQ5aQyCLY9qsuLYxiQh3NWAqqz8amZuUAOJYv12jm_6zI01ZZ7b2yrwmV9XltgRqLuLM1PMkaHx2OTivcpHlf1Q28ew/s1600-h/IMG_0101_4_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216060802912754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHoXGcO6-eR0EEtJ-5ofSp6Lpd7Fnw66V_c2dc3A36xHqQ5aQyCLY9qsuLYxiQh3NWAqqz8amZuUAOJYv12jm_6zI01ZZ7b2yrwmV9XltgRqLuLM1PMkaHx2OTivcpHlf1Q28ew/s400/IMG_0101_4_1.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div></div><div>I always thought I was the only one who took lots of stupid pictures of myself...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7GuhIdbBV6SUMWz37id3N1ux4_zi7fb5ota4jCESrFAMOrk4r91LbvNv9PGqAze_ABGtR1s318r524RPdF2tNhJmVxGsqCn4gUNdZ98MQtsMRF5mhMUjLZ1-NHY2A3Rl-y6b4A/s1600-h/IMG_0100_3_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216054516883602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7GuhIdbBV6SUMWz37id3N1ux4_zi7fb5ota4jCESrFAMOrk4r91LbvNv9PGqAze_ABGtR1s318r524RPdF2tNhJmVxGsqCn4gUNdZ98MQtsMRF5mhMUjLZ1-NHY2A3Rl-y6b4A/s400/IMG_0100_3_1.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrF6xD1kOP2uPgn8uCU6Iuddk7mWALEEKh9Pp0cPvgcz00J8Z6SR1k9c_0bMGLylzcfo7VPxB7A0AOfqlbz0R9dBaFwmSoSobb-OFoQhIpAlQv13GRBbB_H2zgSQ_0QVWqEfRogA/s1600-h/IMG_0098_1_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274216045988016754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrF6xD1kOP2uPgn8uCU6Iuddk7mWALEEKh9Pp0cPvgcz00J8Z6SR1k9c_0bMGLylzcfo7VPxB7A0AOfqlbz0R9dBaFwmSoSobb-OFoQhIpAlQv13GRBbB_H2zgSQ_0QVWqEfRogA/s400/IMG_0098_1_1.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-12243190657640558302008-11-27T17:58:00.002-05:002008-11-27T18:19:05.117-05:00Well Happy Thanksgiving! Here's a video to amuse you.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVC9TayQIh8&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVC9TayQIh8&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-21983561795434692852008-11-07T17:24:00.002-05:002008-11-07T17:37:17.320-05:00Why, hello! I am currently sitting in the library and have been in front of this computer for 3 and a half hours doing work on my IDP... and my head hurts. I got a big chunk of the final project for Educational Research done, though. Hurrah! And by the way, if any of you wonderful readers feels inclined to give me a Christmas present, you can contribute to my Word 2007 fund. I need it for writing my IDP next semester. I've been bonding with the computer lab computers in the library because they have Word 2007. I don't understand the program, BUT it does have automatic APA formatting for citing and bibliographic needs. It's AMAZING in that way! APA is such a pain, especially since I've so far gotten away with MLA even in the grad classes. Oh well.<br /><br />Today was quite the tiring week. I did manage to write 2 papers. I had a position paper for Ed Psych due Tuesday but I got an extension date on it because Dr Mac said we could but turned it in on time anyway. The extension date made me feel like I was doing it way ahead which is why I got it done. Haha! I have a psychological problem. I also got my doctrine paper done which is due in 2 weeks. I wanted to knock those out of the way so I could write the section of my IDP that I need to do. I'm also trying to do a book report on a book about the Cold War. It's much more boring and confusing than the book on the immigrants. The writing isn't as interesting either. I could summarize the Cold War in a few words, but unfortunately I think it has to be about 5 pages.<br /><br />In two weeks I have due: Doctrine paper, Ed Research final project, book review, Ed psych exam, and teach a lesson. After that, my life gets much better, except for White Glove.<br /><br />Tonight there's a really cool concert for Veteran's Day. It's called The Greatest Generation. They're playing some hymns such as "Abide with Me", "For All the Saints", "Eternal Father, Strong to Save", as well as some patriotic stuff, movie soundtracks, and a couple marches. I sat outside chapel during their rehearsal last night and they sound AMAZING. Dr. Emmons is reading some letters that are often read at funerals of veterans or something. They have slideshows and stuff. One of my friends is in band and she said she almost cried during the one song. So the not cool part of the concert is that I can't go. I have a previously planned dinner date with our former MuKappa advisors... and we've been trying to get this date since September. I'm looking forward to that too though.<br /><br />Saturday is a <a href="http://www.pbu.edu/events/worldview/index.cfm">worldview conference</a>. I'm going and I'm excited! Afterwards, I'm going with Jenn to the house of the Walton's for a missions dinner. (Mr. Walton was kidnapped in the southern Philippines for about 24 days several years ago). That should be interesting too.<br /><br />I just realized I don't only have a half hour until dinner... I have an hour and a half! They haven't changed the computer clocks in the library yet. I suppose I should work on my book report. I'd rather take a nap. I've decided to begin the habit of getting up at 5:30 and going to bed at 11:00 so I can study more... it was working until this morning when I didn't get blanket victory. I think my eyes were in rebellion and didn't want to get up. I got up more around 7:30. Haha. I don't foresee much sleep next semester either so I should get used to it.<br /><br />Ok bye!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-70871359397769893092008-11-03T20:49:00.002-05:002008-11-03T20:54:34.385-05:00Happy Election Day (tomorrow)<span style="font-style: italic;">And it is He who changes the times and epochs;<br />He removes kings and establishes kings;<br />He gives wisdom to wise men,<br />And knowledge to men of understanding...<br /><br />For His dominion is an everlasting dominion,<br />And His kingdom endures from generation to generation.<br />And all the inhabitants of the earth are accounted as nothing,<br />But He does according to His will in the host of heaven<br />And among the inhabitants of the earth;<br />And no on can ward off His hand<br />Or say to Him, 'What hast Thou done?'<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-40146310859317060172008-10-29T07:55:00.002-04:002008-10-29T07:56:36.609-04:00It snowed in October!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2UjsUdrkVXxZwf14t_hrsKQDhmNbPKmxGg_ZBkZIBhU1-GHFsoVQxagiebOZMQXE4dFetsB8nl4CbbIGNk8ehSFEzmWrLBP7g9dppzZZnuXu7XwgGMo9pNCSZHP7aUQxLP964wA/s1600-h/snowoct.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2UjsUdrkVXxZwf14t_hrsKQDhmNbPKmxGg_ZBkZIBhU1-GHFsoVQxagiebOZMQXE4dFetsB8nl4CbbIGNk8ehSFEzmWrLBP7g9dppzZZnuXu7XwgGMo9pNCSZHP7aUQxLP964wA/s400/snowoct.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262543432199992242" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-68102188215401807542008-10-17T14:54:00.002-04:002008-10-17T15:01:27.109-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavVzJrhxOMNUv-18btSu-SijnXRvC8V3EINU_FcVWkJEemNNJOTkFUTx3E0pOVaXBR7y6hZGT3PDcxpsVA4uLVmAvehqMggOE3u61dfIvzHxHt5yu1yy-wZmyks_hM7kUDHE8qQ/s1600-h/IMG_1006_1_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavVzJrhxOMNUv-18btSu-SijnXRvC8V3EINU_FcVWkJEemNNJOTkFUTx3E0pOVaXBR7y6hZGT3PDcxpsVA4uLVmAvehqMggOE3u61dfIvzHxHt5yu1yy-wZmyks_hM7kUDHE8qQ/s400/IMG_1006_1_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258198560387457778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><em>Post a picture of yourself.<br /></em><br /><em>I am</em>... tired.<br /><em>I want</em>... to get an A on my Doctrine midterm<br /><em>I have</em>... a little shadow that goes in and out with me.<br /><em>I wish</em>... to get a head start on my IDP<br /><em>I know</em>... that they don't know that I know they know.<br /><em>I hate</em>... shoes.<br /><em>I fear</em>... C grades<br /><em>I hear</em>... Sesame Street songs.<br /><em>I crave</em>... chocolate.<br /><em>I search</em>... the Academic Search Premier far too much.<br /><em>I always</em>... greet my neighbor with a loud voice in the morning.<br /><em>I usually</em>... go to bed late.<br /><em>I am not</em>... a genius<br /><em>I miss</em>... not being a senior.<br /><em>I love</em>... school.<br /><em>I never</em>... succeeded in tagging a squirrel.<br /><em>I rarely</em>... get to go to the park.<br /><em>I cry</em>... over homework.<br /><em>I lose</em>... my cellphone a lot.<br /><em>I am confused</em>... in class.<br /><em>I should</em>... do my homework right now.<br /><em>I worry</em>... about my IDP.<br /><em>I dream</em>... weird things.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-13778704132156930952008-10-09T23:28:00.001-04:002008-10-09T23:28:26.079-04:00I have to buy Word by next semester. Great sadness.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-69895804577035724922008-09-27T00:02:00.003-04:002008-09-27T00:26:45.150-04:00Blast from the pastThree years <a href="http://www.xanga.com/pbudays/355672054/item.html">ago</a><br /><br />Three years is NOT a long time ago yet looking at this, it seems like soooo long ago! It's so weird. Three years never seemed huge until I came to college. Maybe it was because my life never really changed all that much in 3 years. Here I was worrying about Doctrine 1 and OT History and math... and now I'm in Doc 2 with only Doc 3 left for my Bible degree, I'm in class with Dr Van Billiard again but this time we're talking about Education Research in a graduate class rather than math concepts... I steer clear of the library unless I have to, and the upstairs library is freezing now. Oh yes, I have the same teacher for Social Studies now that I had 3 years ago for Teaching Bible, my first education class at PBU. Wow... what a ton changes in such a short time!<br /><br />We celebrated our senior privileges and went to the pub for chapel! It's kind of a tradition -- during class chapel, seniors do theirs at the Great American Diner/Pub down the road. There were 100 of us and they were expecting about 50. Warren should have just preached to the entire pub since most of the population was made up of PBU seniors. The funniest part was that he was doing a devotional in Lamentations 3 and sometimes it's awkward to walk into if you have no idea what the context is... he was in the process of reading it when the waitress was handing out food. Anyway, looking around, it was so weird to see so many of my friends that started out as freshmen with me 3 years ago. I was at a table with Danae, Katie, Chris, and Elizabeth - we've been friends since the beginning when we all lived in Memorial. Danae lived across from Chris. Katie and Elizabeth were suitemates. Now Danae lives with me. Katie and Chris are still suitemates and Elizabeth lives with Chris. (Janita was working and couldn't come to chapel.)<br /><br />Just look at www.xanga.com/pbudays from August 2005 on... it's entertaining... maybe more so for me than you.<br /><br />I got a pink backpack at the thrift store today. Hooray! It's a pain to try bike to school with my computer back pack so this one is smaller, NOT a computer back pack, and less flimsy than my first blue backpack I got when I went to Essex County College... and besides, it's PINK! And it was $2.50 and brand new. I got <span style="font-style: italic;">Silverster and the Magic Pebble</span> too... oh and a little kitchen decoration that's actually really funny.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJgzTR8yDwUowIwGbKPGdlDSQQOuLyY0vB7OOdG5g4cwkRxEgq5bIZ0sG_UEp2mUSlVBVHWEV696YEtMl1OIrpu0AU_6Oc98nj1VRxWm3288YFUpdtgLEwWhcyOawN_A40hhfGg/s1600-h/IMG_0996_1_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhJgzTR8yDwUowIwGbKPGdlDSQQOuLyY0vB7OOdG5g4cwkRxEgq5bIZ0sG_UEp2mUSlVBVHWEV696YEtMl1OIrpu0AU_6Oc98nj1VRxWm3288YFUpdtgLEwWhcyOawN_A40hhfGg/s400/IMG_0996_1_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250552170211333394" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOfvTHcxNDJRqdo4FU7e9UsE7v3NfhwZg4HnVQkJIG9h4HKZ6HBuHapvA1me6WU5zwqzRowITuSGGXACjmNeFptWAsS9KVZMKK4R-jGjc3PN3WixEWwF0fBqspNOG9N2xQeZdEWw/s1600-h/IMG_1001_2_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOfvTHcxNDJRqdo4FU7e9UsE7v3NfhwZg4HnVQkJIG9h4HKZ6HBuHapvA1me6WU5zwqzRowITuSGGXACjmNeFptWAsS9KVZMKK4R-jGjc3PN3WixEWwF0fBqspNOG9N2xQeZdEWw/s400/IMG_1001_2_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250552172891725010" border="0" /></a>Geography center for Teaching Social Studies<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJYj4Wrz_Tc00-_p_GzK0h_LHhjVOUJB7cyN0jAO2hklfalwPItbtEKcqs4lccafFt97jkKIh15hp86hrkclVVbzl4bsKmVLmqLQQu9ewONPjAvF9LkAaYmAIvWL6kStEpAsufA/s1600-h/IMG_1002_3_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGJYj4Wrz_Tc00-_p_GzK0h_LHhjVOUJB7cyN0jAO2hklfalwPItbtEKcqs4lccafFt97jkKIh15hp86hrkclVVbzl4bsKmVLmqLQQu9ewONPjAvF9LkAaYmAIvWL6kStEpAsufA/s400/IMG_1002_3_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250552176247995906" border="0" /></a><br />You know what's annoying? We have 10 article critiques due for Ed Research in 2 weeks. However, we're not allowed to start them because we won't know how to start them until the end of Thursday night class. Dr Van B's reasoning is so that we will have pressure and will get used to deadlines for when we do our IDP. Waaaaaaaaah!!!! I like starting things 2 weeks in advance! This defies all my habits of anti-procrastination!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-27575933748598403242008-09-19T14:51:00.003-04:002008-09-19T14:54:13.023-04:00Awkward moment of the day!Rather than do homework, let me share my awkward moment of the day!<br /><br />I finally remembered to carry my friend Brett's rubber ducky around in case I saw him to give it back. (I took it from him at the end of last semester and I completely forgot to give it back to him and have been slowly bringing it closer and closer back to PBU.) Anyway, he was sitting at a table, so I told him to catch the duck and threw at it him. He ducked and it hit the floor and bounced into the lap of a man eating by himself. The man was either a visitor, an IJS student, or a grad student. Either way, it was a little shocking for him to find a rubber duck in his lap and to find a whole table of college students laughing/turning red. Brett and I both apologized profusely. He thought Brett had thrown it at first. HAHAHA. He was really nice about it but I was mortified... well, sort of. If it had been a professor or even the president Dr Williams, I think I would have crawled into a hole until graduation. But it was actually really funny too... and now Brett has his duck back.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-81998618437254856402008-09-15T22:00:00.002-04:002008-09-15T22:02:34.239-04:00Happy Early Constitution DayDr Williams talked about the Constitution today. He read a list of attempted ammendments to the Constitution. He almost lost the whole chapel when he read the one about the 1893 attempt to rename the country to the United States of the Earth.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.constitutionfacts.com/index.cfm?section=constitution&page=proposedAmendments.cfm">Check it out!</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-60547155758398603582008-09-10T15:09:00.002-04:002008-09-10T15:18:43.298-04:00Maybe some day I'll post pictures and some wonderful blackmail videos of Elena. Last night when I got back from class, she had some Tang and apparently the sugar did her in because she was bouncing off the walls. She was lying on my bed serenading us "operatically" about life as a PBU student. It was a strange night.<br /><br />I need to be reading right now but I'm not. Today is such a gorgeous day. It's not conducive to studying! I rode the morning shuttle to the tune of "Fun, Fun, Fun" (till Daddy takes the T-bird away). Yeah....... interesting.<br /><br />Chapel was really good. A guy from Urban Promise spoke on innercity schools mostly and how solid, good Christian education should not be only for the rich. I saw there's a week long "mission" trip during Spring Break to Frederick Douglas School in Chester with World Impact. I want to look into that. It's such a good school. I loved it when I visited for a day during missions conference. It only goes up to 3rd grade, at least it only did last year. I like it when professors talk about our "teaching ministry" rather than our teaching job or career.<br /><br />Anyway I really should do my homework before I have to go to the beloved dishroom.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-54308434939732644992008-09-05T14:16:00.002-04:002008-09-05T14:28:03.597-04:00HiI figured I should probably write something on my sadly neglected blog. We got internet in our apartment only yesterday.<br /><br />So I started my last year. It's so weird to be a senior. I'm so antisocial. It is so much more enjoyable to come "home" ever day instead of going to a dorm room. We turned our apartment into our little home.. and I just noticed one of my pictures fell down. Silly 3M. I'm only on campus really for class and work. It's great. Today I biked to school and that was nice. Faster than walking and sometimes faster than the shuttle because the shuttle only runs every 20 mins and it takes about 5 minutes to bike... probably less coming back since it's all down hill.<br /><br />Classes are great. I dropped my audited class (and I still had to pay to drop it.. sniff) and since I didn't want to miss out on anything I signed up for piano. Hahaha! I have one of the best pianists as a professor... which scares me. He's unbelievable! I've heard him play and now I feel like I'm in kindergarten. I start on Tuesday. He knows Jessi's grandma really well so Jessi said to just tell him I know them and he'll be nice. Haha.<br /><br />My favorite day is Friday, not because of the weekend but because I don't have anything until chapel and nothing after chapel! MWF have my 2 favorite classes but Monday I work 3 times and Wed I work 2 times with 3 hours in the dishroom at night. So I look forward to Friday when I don't work and I get to enjoy class. ;) Except I think I have to babysit on Friday. But that's ok.<br /><br />I had the first of my 2 five hour classes last night. It was actually fun. We did a lot of research. It's the prep class for doing my master's thesis next semester. Thankfully I have an idea but I need to tweak it a lot. Gaaah... it's stressful being a senior.<br /><br />Speaking of being a senior...... I had my senior pics taken. The sitting is free and at least I get in the yearbook. Nobody really buys their pics anyway. I figured I'd just go to experience it even if I won't bother getting the pics. They're probably awful. The sitting was horrible. I had to turn my body one way, drop one shoulder, turn my head, lean back, lift up my chin.......... so the smile will probably be very fake and very pained. I looked in the mirror to check the cap and gown thing.. wow, freaky. It looked more official.. graduation is coming already?! Ok not for another year and a half but still! All my friends from freshman year are talking about graduation and stuff now. It's weird. All the freshmen are still running around stressing out a bit but not entirely overwhelmed and having 4 years to look ahead to. Lucky. Haha<br /><br />I need to read for my book report. It isn't done yet and it's due on Thursday and I'm already stressing out. I had hoped to do it last weekend or at least finish it by yesterday but apparently that didn't happen. Oh well. Bye!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-87053542464103459992008-08-22T23:06:00.002-04:002008-08-22T23:06:56.408-04:00Announcement:I HATE PACKING AND I WANT MY MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Actually on the bright side, this is the last year I have to do this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SENIOR!!!!!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18589817.post-2737245758529334952008-08-21T19:25:00.001-04:002008-08-21T19:25:32.360-04:00Thought for the dayI want to go home. Oh well.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02415347720733335369noreply@blogger.com0