So, had to blog about this; all of Kyler's friends are getting married. It's exceptionally weird. I can't see these immature people (not that I'm any more mature) 19 and 20 year olds getting married and having families. It's just mind-boggling. I'm just wondering though.. what IS the hurry? You get to spend the rest of your life with this person, can't you wait a few years and have a little fun first? I mean that in the best way possible. Spending time with your best friends, doing spontaneous things, going on trips to places you've always dreamed of going to. I don't know what the rush is. If anyone has any insight on this... feel free to comment lol.
Also, just uploaded this playlist. HAHAHA I found the first couple of songs that came to mind. Enjoy these oldies/goodies/weirdies that I hold dear to my heart :)
Monday, February 22, 2010
Feb 2010 and work that's not really work
First of all, a little update on my life: things are going well. When this semester first started I felt like I wanted to die every night. Not only was the homework load seemingly impossible but at work I was being given more and more responsibility. I honestly felt an anxiety attack creeping up behind me and chilling the hairs on the back of my neck quite often. Fortunately though, things are going much better. I devised a schedule that is working out quite well. M-F: Wake up, eat breakfast (98% of the time I eat poptarts, about 90% of the time if I can help it they are S'more flavored, so good), get ready, study like a fool, go to work, come home, eat dinner, and study some more. Saturdays are play/sleep days and Sundays = long hours of reading and studying. I often feel jealous and somewhat angry when people complain about how stressed out they are when they just have to deal with full-time school. Full-time school + full-time work = full-time stress for me! But it's all good :) I'm not ignorant to the fact that my life is great and could be much worse and full of many more extreme stressors. I'm definitely blessed and very thankful.
Anywho, with work, I don't think I've talked about how much I love it; about how I don't consider it work at all and often times I forget my paycheck until my boss reminds me to take it home. Right now, I work at the Boys and Girls Club of Brigham City and absolutely love it. When I first applied for the job I did so because I was being forced to finally grow up and start working. I decided I might as well do something that'd (hopefully) make a difference in someone's life. I applied there with extremely high hopes that I would be hired. Luckily, they had a spot. But to my dismay, it was just a desk job; I wouldn't even be working with the kids.
So I was hired and trained to work the desk; answering calls, checking kids in and out, doing tedious paperwork. AKA not for me! I was so happy to be informed though, upon my second day of working there, that a Fanz staff just quit and I would be taking over her position with the kids. What a "Fanz" staff was I had no idea... but I was undeniably thrilled.
That was about a year and half ago. I had planned on only working there for the summer, ended up staying for the fall, and then couldn't find it in myself to leave. I had become so attached to these little hellions and couldn't imagine saying goodbye and not seeing them everyday. The kids at the club are absolutely amazing. Yes, there are the bad days. I do sometimes get called every name in the book and have tiny schemers plotting to get me fired; but they are minimal. I'd say the ratio of good days to bad is about 20:1. Which is great. The good days are unforgettable. THe good days inspire and excite me about life. The fact that I get paid to hang out with kids every day, teach them things about life and about themselves and help them to have higher self-esteem and confidence means the world to me. I still can't believe I get a paycheck every other week, I guess that's why I always forget it.
Anywho, with work, I don't think I've talked about how much I love it; about how I don't consider it work at all and often times I forget my paycheck until my boss reminds me to take it home. Right now, I work at the Boys and Girls Club of Brigham City and absolutely love it. When I first applied for the job I did so because I was being forced to finally grow up and start working. I decided I might as well do something that'd (hopefully) make a difference in someone's life. I applied there with extremely high hopes that I would be hired. Luckily, they had a spot. But to my dismay, it was just a desk job; I wouldn't even be working with the kids.
So I was hired and trained to work the desk; answering calls, checking kids in and out, doing tedious paperwork. AKA not for me! I was so happy to be informed though, upon my second day of working there, that a Fanz staff just quit and I would be taking over her position with the kids. What a "Fanz" staff was I had no idea... but I was undeniably thrilled.
That was about a year and half ago. I had planned on only working there for the summer, ended up staying for the fall, and then couldn't find it in myself to leave. I had become so attached to these little hellions and couldn't imagine saying goodbye and not seeing them everyday. The kids at the club are absolutely amazing. Yes, there are the bad days. I do sometimes get called every name in the book and have tiny schemers plotting to get me fired; but they are minimal. I'd say the ratio of good days to bad is about 20:1. Which is great. The good days are unforgettable. THe good days inspire and excite me about life. The fact that I get paid to hang out with kids every day, teach them things about life and about themselves and help them to have higher self-esteem and confidence means the world to me. I still can't believe I get a paycheck every other week, I guess that's why I always forget it.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Language
So lately I've been debating on whether to learn American Sign Language (ASL) or Spanish. Both are very interesting to me but I hardly have time for either. I love watching ASL and have always wanted to know how to sign but I think in the future, Spanish would be much more beneficial. I've never even met someone who is deaf and I don't know how much longer technology will allow us to have issues with hearing. I think eventually technology will allow us to fix all hearing problems and there won't be much need for sign language unless it's concerning babies, the elderly, and things like this. With Spanish, more and more Spanish-speaking people are moving to the United States and I'm working with more Spanish-speaking children who are learning English as a second language. Too bad it's super hard to learn a second language lol. If only I would have taken Spanish in school (rather than German) and took it seriously. Oh well! In the meantime, perhaps I'll try to study a little of both. It wouldn't hurt to know a little Spanish and I'd love to learn more sign language. If you ever get bored, get on youtube and watch the music videos of people signing, they're super fun to watch and try to replicate :)
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