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| Tired.
Always am after I work 6 to 2.
I says to myself when I awaken: I'll write that paper and study this homework and then I'll go to bed at nine. I actually usually end up going to bed at 10 without accomplishing anything.
But not today. *dramatic pause* But I'm in a pleasant, motivated sort of frame of mind.
I get to come home at 10 tomorrow and then spend the afternoon with my mum.
On Sunday, I get to see my childrings.
Monday is my second to last Algebra class.
Tuesday is my last English class.
Wednesday could very well be my last Spanish class, due to hopefully clepping out of the final exam.
And Thursday...well, that's just filled with possibilities, now isn't it?
Now, if I could just finish that paper... Laundry, homework and a happy shower call-eth my name, so I shall leave you now, but with this thought:
What's up with Shawty? | | |
| I've heard it said that you dislike traits in people because you yourself possess them. This worries me, because according to this information I am a needy, shallow, mean-headed rock. Perhaps I'll choose to disreguard this. My life is pretty busy, still working, still finishing up this semester at Edison and teaching my Sunday preschoolers. Work is pretty good. My boss is still hilariously weird; I'm pretty sure it has something to do with his wife being pregnant with their first. He's a good boss though, and works with my schedule very well. He gave me the oppurtunity [and I'm going to take it] to work 3 to 11 at the front desk on Christmas Day. I felt really bad for the lady, she asked ONE YEAR in advance to have Christmas off and they won't give it to her. I'm was appalled and blurted out, "Forget that, I'll do it!" So on the merry day of Christ's birth, I will in fact be running the front desk of Terricina Grande. Unless someone else takes it of course. Edison is fun, in it's own right. I was blown away by Southeastern when I went to visit last week though. And I adore my class. Literally, when I walk into the class of precious little four year olds, I can hear the Hallelujah Chorus and everything unhappy or disappointing that happened during the week flys out the windows. Today, I actually had a helper who helped, and she took over story time. While I sat there being damage control, Gabriel crawled over and flung his head in my lap and looked up at me the whole time Miss Dana narrated. I melted. I make LOTS of mistakes daily. To the point where I keep looking back. But God forgive me and teach me to always look ahead towards the goal. ~Stephanie | | |
| Why is a raven like a writing desk? ~ Why indeed? ~ And many other things... | | |
| Ironically, once you stop hyperventilating about "scary" things, you realize there's actually nothing threatening about them. Edison isn't all that bad. I can walk with all the confidence that the Lord goes out before me and never brings me somewhere He isn't already.
On another note, I'm completely in love with southern gospel choir music lately. Our church choir is incredible, I personally think, and there are plenty of CD's of their songs around the house, since mum is a choir member. I miss being in it, even though it was only for a short time, but the Lord temporarily closed that door to open another. He knows what He's doing.
Oh and my Wet'N'Wild pass picture is really bad. The guard wouldn't let me in saying it was a different person and he needed to see my ID. That's pretty bad folks. Hilarious, actually. I told my dad I hated that picture....
And now I'm off to Chem. Peace out scouts.
~ Steph ~
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| I think Disney Channel is absolutely detrimental to the healthy growth and self esteem development in young children. These innocent youths are being brainwashed into thinking if you are blonde, you are automatically rich and self-centered, that you may act as beastly as you like without true consequences, that all life's difficult problems will be solved in under a half an hour and all other manner of painfully unrealistic things. Let's not forget believing in yourself and reaching for the stars and all that jazz.
Seriously. What in the name of Robert E. Lee is going to happen to a society raised on Disney Channel?
Meanwhile, I realized, well actually, was reminded of how painfully fallen I am. Lots of conviction during service today and I was temporarily inconsolable. How could I have missed such an obvious truth? Am I blind or very hard of seeing? At any rate, in typical Stephanie's ugly, obstinate flesh, I felt rather sorry for myself. And the truth in the form of my mother came into my room with the two kitties and she ever so lovingly reminded me that the Lord chastens those He loves. (I'm absolutely dreadful, I cannot remember the address for the life of me) I love my mommy.
It was really comforting. I'm very loved, you know.
Today, I assisted Mrs. Chris in the four-year-old room. It was amazingly more enjoyable than the two-year-old room, plus, I didn't get bitten, kicked or have my finger slammed in the door. I call that a good class. Kaylee, one of the little girls, was complimenting me on my abilities to cut right on the lines. I replied with "Thanks, I've had alot of practice." She responded with an enthusiastic: "As they always say, practice makes perfect."
Kids say the darndest things.
~Stephanie~
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