heh… good point.

October 5th, 2008

Okay, okay, before you talk to your shrink about how you feel abandoned and they trace it back to me, I’ll apologize. Quite frankly, I didn’t mean to be unfaithful to you but I felt my needs could be better satisfied elsewhere. And guess what, I was right! Ha! Yeah baby, you heard me right! I couldn’t get my blog in ’til now because I was riding the rides, watching the spooks and eating the food of good old
Kansas City!I’ll tell ya though, no better place than Worlds of Fun, I’m telling ya. Six Flags is great, don’t get me wrong, but no roller coaster in the WORLD beats the Mamba for sheer enjoyment. And doing it at night and finally having the guts to keep your hands up the whole time, WELL, that might just be the best of all. And it was really fun because they had just opened up their attraction for October, Haunt, and it is sweet!!!Funniest thing that happened all night, though, was that this one actor dude (there were a TON of ‘em roaming around the park) came up behind my little sister. And she was tired cause it was about eight and we’d been there since eleven. So this dude comes up behind her, right up next to her and yells “DIE!” really, really loud, and she had no immediate reaction except that she looked over at him. So, without skipping a beat, he kinda tilted his head and said, very nicely, “please..?” with this awesome accent. And my sister is kinda out of it and is just like, “alright.” and nods. It was really weird, but I laughed, lol. Then me and my sister got followed around by another one and it was hilarious.At any rate, I’m so glad about half my finals are over :) I finished and turned in my Literature and Creative Writing work, and I’ve done one of the things for my math. I also got my music appreciation test and C&C paper turned in. Biotech I haven’t completely finished yet, but I have tomorrow morning yet, lol. Man, I’ll tell you though, when you have a full schedule, if you can get Monday mornings off, you will totally love it. It’s better than Fridays, trust me :PAt any rate, I dunno when all your midterms and stuff are, but just keep your head above the water and it’ll turn out alright. It’ll all be over in a week or two, I promise :) For now, good night and good luck to you all; I look forward to speaking to you again and I swear I’ll stick with you again (until something better comes up :P). Bye!!!Sarah

Noteworthy is making an English major appreciate math…

September 26th, 2008

So I had quite an inspiring math class yesterday. Despite the fact that I’m about brain dead from lack of sleep, I managed to retain that :P  It was interesting.

You see, my math class is Entitled ‘Math for the Liberal Arts’, taught by one David Kay (kudos to him). The purpose of the class is math and its actual applications in the real world and the chapter we were going into was percentages. The differences in percents, how to figure out what the percent was, how to figure out if a percent markdown is a good deal, the whole nine yards. Well, I’ve always found percents easier to deal with than algebraic expressions (which I’m sure will pop up again soon, so I’m not celebrating yet), so I was relieved for a class.

Well, silly me, I’ve never really thought about the actual applications of percentages, and when Kay started going into all the different ways we could use this stuff, I dunno, I was inspired! I’ve always felt this way about words, but never about numbers! You see, words are powerful and beatiful and strange and every emotion that you can put in the form of speaking or writing. I’m a writer, so I appreciate that, perhaps more than most. But that was the absolute first time I have ever, ever, ever had a teacher that made me feel that way about numbers too. It was like magic, because me and #’s never got along well at all. I just decided that this would be the topic for my blog today, because it was so truly awesome.

You see, we’ve kinda been a disappointing class so far because most of us students haven’t really taken the whole thing all that seriously. But maybe then we didn’t really know the true applications of all this stuff. At any rate, I think Mr. Kay was feeling kinda discouraged about it because none of us did all that great on our last quiz. But he still put all his heart into it and I think we’ve all finally got it.

So, if I could, I will say, thanks to an awesome instructor! Keep it up because you are doing an amazing job!

Oh, and so you know, I have decided to throw up a beautiful picture or two each week. This week’s Beautiful Picture is compliments of Flickr.com and, to see the original, click on the link below the picture. Have a great weekend!

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Once again

September 19th, 2008

The moment my soul began anew,
My heartbeat pounded fiercely in my ears,
My vitality burst in every vein,
And I realized, yes, I was alive.
As I pulled cold air deep into my lungs,
And realized the swelling joy in my heart,
And sympathized for those less fortunate than I,
Not to be here at this moment.
I contemplated life in every degree,
In a moment’s time without thinking,
I could have scaled the highest peak,
And jumped just to feel what it was like.
Feel? Yes, I know, I mean
Not the feelings of imminent death,
Those, unfortunately, lurk all about us every day,
But,
Rather,
That splendid, perfect moment of being alive.
Every sensation heightened to the perfect degree,
You would fall,
Feeling,
The cold tingle of air,
Seeing,
The beauty, so vast, below,
Feeling so small
Heart racing, lungs drawing, again and again in that cool life,
And to know, you will land
Soft,
And quiet,
In the most gentle of ways.
In a dream, perhaps.
Or, maybe, you will find yourself standing alone,
In the early morning,
Watching deer chase each other through the gray mists,
As the sun rises like a burning Phoenix,
Barely penetrating the fog yet, but gaining
The stillness touching,
The cool air brushing your lips,
Sinking deep into your body,
Like the very breath of God.
And to know, just to know,
That this moment is yours,
Yours alone.
Perfection.

 So, I found this beautiful book hidden in the library here entitled ‘The Magic of Minerals’ by Olaf Mendenbach and Harry Wilk. It’s spectacular! If you were not to find it informative, it would at least be a fascinating picture-book, because the photographs are utterly splendid. Seriously. Find this book :P

However, no, that pretty little poem was not drawn from these pages; rather I just made it up in the last fifteen minutes. I love the mornings here at Iowa Western. I really, truly, hate waking up for a seven-thirty class, I believe that it is a form of cruel and unusual punishment and ought to be banned because our constitution forbids it. However, despite its bad points, the campus is stunning in the morning.

The hills are so finely etched on one side driving in, and the woods across from it stately, and in the cool, gray air of an early morning, it all looks truly majestic. There were some deer this morning, too. I dunno, it really was neat. I have class in a bit and I want to do some actual writing on my story before it so I’m gonna find some pictures from that book and leave you with them. Seriously, when I get it back into the library, if you happen to be a student here, go in and check it out, it’s cool J Goodbye!!!
Sarah


http://www.keysminerals.com/minerals/07tus2qtz/minerals07tus2qtz_en.html

Remember

September 11th, 2008

I wanted to take a moment in my blog to dedicate a section to the events of 9/11. As we remember the victims and their families, and as we mourn a tragic day, I want to say a short prayer. In silence, I write this, somberly because of the lives lost and the terrible pain wrought upon so many people. Bitterly, because of the dreadful waste that it was. Joyfully, because of the new hope that sprang up within us and marches on to this day.

Lord, on this day, seven years to the date, I pray that you will comfort the families still mourning their losses. I pray that you will comfort the American people and provide hope once again. I pray that in silence, we will remember, that we will never forget. I pray that the candles be lit, and this day be a solemn one and, at the end of it, we stand back up, straighten our shoulders and continue on. I pray that we will never forget.

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May we never forget. May we remain strong. May we move on in their memories.

God Bless America

-Sarah

Power to the People

September 3rd, 2008

            It’s truly amazing how much power people have over you. And rightfully so. We each have people in our lives, people we respect, peers, and idols who, perhaps, don’t even know us. But, if any of these people speak, we take it to heart.

It’s unfortunate, then, when we start to treat everyone as our peer group. People we respect counts only those who we know, trust, and look up to for whatever reason. Idols are people we don’t know that we respect, usually because they are excellent at something we appreciate. But peers… peers are different. A good example of peers is my creative writing class. Each of those people have more power over me than they think because I am giving a bit of my self up to them for scrutiny and critique, both good and bad. An excellent reaction to one chapter of a certain story I offered propelled me enthusiastically through two more chapters in a single weekend. Truthfully, I did delete one later, but a good review lent me a certain fire I can’t really explain.

Now, this is unfortunate because you can’t take to heart the complements and criticism of every single person you know. It just wouldn’t work. You see, it would kill you eventually. It’s like listening to the media to figure out whether you’re skinny or pretty enough, or listening to a teacher or parent that tells you you’re worthless and will never accomplish anything. You have to temper what you hear with wisdom and reason, both bad things and good things.

Obviously, you do have to care about what people say to a certain extent, otherwise you would turn into a very gross person. Really. Shower. Please. For the sake of all sanity in this world, please don’t become so comfortable with yourself and your opinion of yourself to stop showering…

But, have you ever heard someone complain about someone with a huge ego? That is sometimes what happens when you care too much about what people say and surround yourself with the wrong people. If everyone you know is constantly telling you how wonderful you are and will never stick out their foot to trip you up when you’re heading out to screw yourself over, then you’ve got a problem and probably an ego.

I guess I have a point in this long-winded paragraph of overly explained reasoning. Read the category you fall into (and here’s a hint, we all fall into at least the third).

 

For people who never feel like they can do anything right:

I’m right there with ya. One word of criticism can crush me in ways the perpetrator may not know. I’m sorry if this comes across as a magazine article, but ya gotta listen. Surround yourself with people you trust. Don’t offer up something you worked very hard on and like to someone you just know, but show it to an enthusiastic teacher who really wants you to succeed and knows you well. Don’t pay attention to the words of a random guy or girl (whether or not what they say is good or bad) but, instead, listen to what your family and close friends tell you. If they say something is good, think about it! You have probably noticed that about yourself before. If you receive negative criticism, consider it, but don’t acknowledge it until you have decided on whether or not it’s true. And be honest with yourself too! Believe me, no one is ever just a screw-up; you have talents too, even if yours, like mine, is tripping over your own feet to cheer up someone else’s day.

 

For people who feel they do everything right:

You are either overcompensating for insecurities, in which you are highly obnoxious and ought to be reading the above clip. That, or you truly believe you do everything right. Well, you don’t. And you could probably use a swift kick to get your head out of your butt. You think everyone around you likes you? Think again. Most are just nice enough to smile and tolerate both you and your crushing ego. Maybe that’s one reason why you feel alone when you think about it. If you are a dude, you probably don’t respect your girlfriends at all, and you should. Otherwise, you’re gonna be living as a ‘jerk’ for the rest of your life and you, I guarantee, will be miserable. If you’re a girl, you are catty and self-centered, and probably flirt with other chick’s boyfriends. First of all, you’re gonna get beat up someday by a tiny girl with a hot temper and then all those nose-jobs and all the blond hair dye in the world won’t fix your face. But more than that, you probably think so highly of yourself that you have no self-respect anymore. You’re going to end up with a hot guy who treats you like the scum of the earth. He won’t care for you or respect you at all and you are going to end up lonely, scared, and empty, which I don’t want. Think about it.

 

To all who find themselves as a ‘peer’:

First of all, someone is counting on you for critique of something that is very important to them. In fact, there is this fantastic girl in my writing class who seems to think she writes badly. I read her story and I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever read. Her style is incomplete, sketchy, and her grammar and punctuation need brushing up. But I’ll tell ya now, you could be Poe or J.K. Rowling, and you would never write with as much spirit as this fantastic young woman. In the end, it’s the spirit of the art that matters more than the fine points, because, in the end, it’s all for you, and we, as peers, have no right to take that dream from people. Besides, her writing reminds me very clearly of mine but three years ago and, when I started six years ago, I was much worse.

Now a side note, and this I am ashamed to admit. If someone is doing better than I am, because of my own insecurities, I tend to put their work down or ignore it. Please, don’t do that. If I sound a dreadful person because I’ll admit this, ok, I’m fine with that. But we all do it. Instead of helping others to climb with us and even eclipsed our efforts at something, we try to push them down, and often succeed at it.

At any rate, we as peers have a unique responsibility to respect and nurture those around us who value us enough to ask our precious opinions. And maybe, just maybe, we can swallow our pride, insecurities, anger, formality, and aggressively competitive natures to meet another person where they are and encourage them. In the end, it’s better that way.

First week…

August 22nd, 2008

Well, I’m about five hours away from making it safely through my first week back. Unfortunately (of course) I switched a course and now don’t have the correct book and not enough money to buy it either. So maybe I didn’t make it through completely off the hook, but I did make it. After the first week, everything gets a lot easier. Having to go through a break-up first day didn’t help either, but, again, I’ll make it.

It’s remarkable, sometimes, what people are capable of withstanding. Our resilient, even adaptive, natures are shocking to me. And yet every little upset seems to be a disaster. How does this happen? I don’t know, because, somehow, everyone always manages to pull through the ‘crises’. I secretly believe this is because people are so bored most of the time that they have to have something to worry about or they might realize it.

Now, my classes are perfect so far. They are fun and exciting, I have great teachers, and even the ones I didn’t really want to go into are amazing J Okay, so they aren’t perfect maybe, I have a few complaints, but I can live with that.

Biotechnology is fun so far; I love the hands-on kinda stuff, like incubating cheese in our armpits (ask me about this one if you want to know, I’m not explaining it here). My literature class is fun too, but this is where my complaining comes in; almost everyone is a know-it-all. Not to be rude, but it’s true. Maybe being a know-it-all is fine in some situations, but in a classroom where the teacher doesn’t monitor the speaking with ‘hands-raised’ policy, it turns them all very rude. There are a select few who just talk and tread all over the quieter, more timid sort, when the quieter people often have cool thoughts on a subject because, again, I’m sorry, but when you shut up a bit, you are thinking. I mean, if you know something great about a certain subject, or if you have an opinion, that’s great! Voice it! But don’t deny others their chance to speak just because they don’t butt in fast enough.

So I have a slight aggravation there. Maybe it’s just because I already had to learn this lesson, but it is extremely irksome to me. Other than that, my math class is really fun, I haven’t started creative writing for another hour, and music appreciation is refreshingly not what I thought. I especially enjoy this because our teacher is really great. He’s funny, makes mistakes when he talks just like everyone else, and is very relaxed.

So I’m enjoying everything so far (except for the lack of sleep… yeah, don’t like that…). I’ll keep ya posted and will finish my bit on the DR as soon as possible J Goodbye for now and God bless!

Syshra

If happiness were truly attainable…

August 12th, 2008

If happiness can truly be achieved, and it is not just an illusion as one might think, how is it come by?

Some might describe me as happy. True, some people would also describe me as weird and I have withstood some accusations of drugs, but those who actually know me describe me as happy.  See, happiness is a funny thing. It’s a sort of carelessness, a joy that cannot truly be attributed to anything because it’s just there. Worst thing about it is, like anything else, it is an emotion that can be seen in a person’s eyes.

I don’t know how to find happiness. If I had an answer, it would be no use anyway because I would instantly have about a million critics and people would listen to them long before considering my side. But, regardless, if a single person got something from this impromptu article it would be worth writing.

Most people attribute certain things to happiness that have done nothing to earn that respect. Money, firstly, though it is excellent for comfort, is not a source of happiness. Wealth is unstable. No one can be truly happy with instability.

Power. People think that to achieve great power and influence would make them happy because, inevitably, all anyone ever strives for is happiness. World conquest, some think, would make them happy, would make them fulfilled, but even if one managed to take the world, happiness would still be elusive.

People drink, have sex, try drugs, have children, earn money, study to achieve greatness, all for a certain satisfaction that inevitably, they think, will stem to happiness. When they find happiness, as many do in their families, they try to find ways to keep it, thus some people would love to live forever.

But every attempt falls short. Everything one does eventually leads back to that hollow feeling of before, that empty need for something called happiness. But it is oh, so elusive.

Again, though, what is happiness? Why is it so hard to come by when we try and try and try, putting forth our best efforts, to get it? And this is the lesson we learn from children.

Unless circumstances force them to grow up to fast, children are the absolute personification of happiness. As I said before, happiness shows itself in a joy in the eyes. From the first moments they are born, infants eyes are lit with this amazing beauty, this ethereal quality that is astounding. Ever day that I look at my little six-year-old brother, I see this same sort of brilliance in those beautiful eyes. I don’t even really know how to describe it. This was also something I found amazing about the children I saw in the
Dominican Republic.

These children didn’t have wealth, or power, or any of those things we think will bring us happiness. But their eyes shone with this amazing joy, sparkling with some spirit I could never explain. I don’t know if they were really beautiful, but I thought they were. I was enchanted by their shining eyes, their constant smiles, their hospitality to strangers, their curiosity, all in a place that is far poorer than anywhere in this
United States of America.

Perhaps joy is unachievable. I don’t think it is. Maybe joy is just found in the simplest of things instead of the great complex endeavors of those out to conquer the world. I hve found more joy in a tiny town full of elderly people in a quiet setting than I have ever in the greatness and grandeur of all our cities combined. I have found more happiness in children living in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to play with save dead trees and long grass, than I have in all the hundreds of thousands of kids with TVs and video games. I have seen for myself, and gloried in the tiniest things, because, in the end, they are the most beautiful.

Nothing fills me with more peace and happiness than an early foggy morning, when the air is still cool and the dim outline of the sun is just beginning to show through. I have found more excitement in a small-town exhibition of fireworks on the Fourth than I have in years of watching the huge and fiery displays of Harrah’s casino. That’s because nothing, not even in the greatest grandeur, could compare to those quiet moments of a soul drinking deep of perfect harmony with a God that hides in those times. And, inevitably, that’s because it’s how we were created to be.

 

 

-Syshra

 

The DR: days 3,4 & 5

August 1st, 2008

I would highly reccommend reading the DR days 1 and 2 first otherwise you’ll be confused :P 

Second day went much the same, only, of course, a little smoother as we settled in. We had three different VBS groups with a story, skit, craft, etc. Since mine was day two, we performed stunningly the story of Zacheus or Zacceo to the kids J People were already getting sick though. The day before a girl had; she was one of few who had been here before. It was kinda weird.

So the third day of VBS rolled around, and I broke down. I broke down completely. I mean, we hadn’t been there that long, but it seemed like forever. I was tired, feeling completely alienated from the group, and I felt really, really alone. I wanted, so badly, to just be home with my family and friends. I went through VBS, but we had a siesta time every afternoon and during that I completely broke down crying.

Deb, one of our leaders, found me while everyone else was eating. I told her how I felt alone and useless and she talked with me. Eventually I calmed down enough to eat some food really quick and be ready to go for the church service that night. That was a truly interesting night, one of many significant times that made this trip what it was.

For our last night in Los Niches we were going to show a Jesus video in lieu of a preaching service. Oddly enough, our projector just happened to freak out and die. Literally. Half the screen went funny-colored and then it was just weird. So, yeah, no movie tonight.

I don’t remember exactly what we did. I know Pastor Orlando stood up and spoke a bit about how God always has a reason for what he either does or doesn’t do. I, admittedly, was thinking of how convenient it was for God that He didn’t fix the projector. So we sang some songs and my attention was diverted from the disaster by the little kids all around me.

Several of them had picked me as their ‘buddy’, a few giving each other rather evil glares for a seat next to me until I noticed and fix it by kinda positioning them around me in a ring. It worked (I think). So we sat and listened and (since I didn’t really know what was going to happen) we kinda played a little bit while we waited. Then we got up and sang some songs and just held this little impromptu little service.

Now I, personally, was still looking around at the kids. Without doubt, these are beautiful children. They all have these absolutely gorgeous dark eyes that are always shining so brilliantly with life and joy. It’s a really amazing thing to see. I loved these kids, and I didn’t want to leave Los Niches how it was; I wanted these kids to know exactly how much they had meant to us and how much God loved them and how beautiful they truly were.

Now, before he dismisses the church, Pastor Orlando counts to three and we all cry “Gloria a Dios” Glory to God, then church is dismissed. So he was telling everyone to get ready for that and I knew I almost missed my chance here. So I stood up and tapped him on the arm and asked if I could say something. He kinda looked at me for a second, then nodded and moved aside, telling everyone in Spanish that I had something to say.

I still don’t know what I said. I hope it made sense and touched someone there, but I wasn’t speaking anymore. Because the second I stood up, the Holy Spirit just took hold and gave me words. I could feel His presence and everyone else did too. I was crying by the end of it because I wanted these children to know they were an amazing, unique blessing to the world and each one of us. Many of the other girls and
Orlando’s wife Diones were crying too and they all thanked me for telling these kids what they had all wanted to this whole time. I told them all it wasn’t me and they said they knew; they could feel it too.

We went home that night sad because we already missed Los Niches and the experiences we’d had and people we’d met there, but we were also happy because we felt we had done well. We were triumphant.

But we weren’t done in Los Niches yet. The next day we went to the school there and performed one of our human videos (a really amazing one). Then we did a craft (for over a hundred kids we almost ran out), and played a game. Then we headed back to pastor
Orlando’s and I broke down again. Yeah, even though we were doing amazing and all this cool stuff was happening right in front of us, I still felt terribly alone, especially now that I had felt, very clearly, the presence of God.

One thing you have to understand about the DR and
America: the air itself is different. Here in the
US you don’t really feel anything special everywhere you go, but in the DR it’s painfully obvious whether you’re alone or with God. And, seriously, it’s a feeling in the air. I still don’t know why this is, but it’s completely different down there.

This time, it was Julie, a different leader, who found me. Again, we had a talk, and I was ready to go by that night. We held a church service in Dajabon and went home and slept.

The DR: Days 1 & 2

July 22nd, 2008

Okay, so this is harder than I thought :P I’m trying to record what happened in the DR in an effective way, but it’s slow going. I’ll get it eventually though ;)

So, here, for your enjoyment, are days one and two, with three and four coming soon :D

Well, the schedule for the time-frame we were there was quite simple. For the first three days we drove out to a little town called Los Niches to do VBS, door-to-door evangelism, and a service every night. We stayed in Dajabon as our primary quarters. The girls stayed in the house of Pastor Orlando and his wife Diones and the boys stayed with the caretaker of the Dajabon church.

After three days in Los Niches we went to the school there for a day and performed a human video and made a craft and played some games. That time we had a lot of kids because the school had a couple hundred. After that we did a church service that night, this time in Dajabon.

So now we moved primarily into Dajabon. We did a day of VBS there and another church service that night. The next day, Sunday, we went up into the mountains with a missionary who lives in the
Dominican Republic, Michael Shaul, for a day of rest. Then that night we did a formal Sunday service at the Dajabon church.

Then we did two more days of VBS and door-to-door in Dajabon. We went into
Haiti the next day. Then we were on our way home.

That was what happened, our itinerary at least. But, as with the best of things, there’s really more to this story. It began at nine or so, Monday morning, June 21st of 2008 as we kissed and hugged our loved ones goodbye and boarded a plane.

Actually, the kissing and hugging part of it was done by about seven-thirty, half an hour after we got there, when our families decided we could suffer the sleep deprivation; they didn’t have to as well. I, however, quickly discovered I was missing my ID so that I wouldn’t have a back-up if my passport went missing. So I was getting my last hug by eight-fifty…

Needless to say, I didn’t think this boded well for the rest of the trip. But I went through security and got on the plane with the rest of my group and it all worked out OK. We connected twice, in Chicago and Miami, without a hitch and landed in
Santiago around eight ‘o clock. Then we were shuffled into a bus for a three-hour (and rather bumpy) ride. But, guess what! It had AC
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So by eleven that night we arrived in the city of
Dajabon groggy, tired, and ready to stop playing sardines. We girls hurriedly disembarked at Pastor Orlando’s, grabbed our luggage, and claimed our beds. And that was our first day.

The second day we, or I at least, were still groggy, tired, and feeling terribly wrong-footed. So when our youth leader, Jeff, said he didn’t know if we would be doing anything that day besides some door-to-door I breathed a sigh of relief. After all, we were entitled to a day of rest after our long trip J Oh, how wrong I was. Before long we were given the order to get ready and be out for the bus in ten minutes. Inwardly, I groaned. Blech. Work, already? On a missions trip?! Why, that makes no sense!

So I got together my water bottles, backpack, and whatever stuff I managed to shove in there for our first day of VBS. Then, when the bus came, we again got a taste of an excellent sardine impression complements of an even smaller bus than before. Thankfully, we took two loads this time.

We drove for about fifteen minutes to get outside of Dajabon and into a much smaller town called Los Niches. We drove up to the church, disembarked, and were faced with a medium-sized group of kids ranging from age 2-12 just watching us to see what we would do. Needless to say, I, at least, was just a little intimidated.

Jeff drove away and a few other leaders started giving orders, which we awkwardly obeyed. We put away our stuff and clumsily began to play a game with the kids, not really sure about what we were doing.

Our first day of VBS followed this pattern. We did pretty good playing with the kids, but we were rather lost. Lunch was amazing. It rescued me from the midst of three million little kids, who were all trying to help me understand what they were trying to say (oh, did I mention that all Spanish I’ve ever learned except ‘hola’ just kinda vacated my brain?). It was a hard first day of ministry…

The DR

July 14th, 2008

Wow. It’s still hard to know what to say happened in the
Dominican Republic, even though I’ve been back over a week now. I’m still trying to figure out what happened myself, to tell you the truth ;P  I’m working on writing up some stuff about it right now, so I’ll get that on here as soon as possible.Man, though, I just realized that school will be starting up again in about a month. And, really, I’m am PSYCHED!!!!!!! I know, I know, I’m a nerd, but classes are so fun! You get to meet new people, new professors, maybe catch up with some old friends, and learn new stuff! This year I wanna attend a few more activities than before too, which will be hard to coordinate since I have to work so much, but I’ll see. eww eww eww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What the crap?! Okay, so a dead spider just randomly showed up on my keyboard and I have NO IDEA where it came from!!!! Gross! Ok, freak-out moment over.Dudes, I am sooooooo excited!!!!!!! ‘Dark Knight’ is coming out this Friday!!!!!!!!!! It, like, tops the list of movies I want to see. It’s really funny though; I re-watched ‘Pirates of the Caribbean III’ and it was better than the first time. I still hate Orlando Bloom and his stupid character, Will, for being so dumb.  That’s only in the movie though; in real life I hate Orlando Bloom for sissyfying every role he takes and for always looking the SAME!!! But, whatever. Well, I better go now. Talk to you all later this week hopefully. Byes!!!!!!!!!-Syshra