My youngest sister, Claira, is about 15 years younger than me. I LOVE having a sister so young! It's so fun at all the holidays, and she gets SO excited each time I come home from wherever I am...especially when I come home from I-dee-ho.
Well, Claira is the monkey of the family, and I call her Miss Monkey, or Claira-Monkey....or something along those lines....
She always says the funniest things. I never thought that a young child could be SO HILARIOUS! Today's conversation at dinner was the best.
Claira's class at school just did a unit on rockets. Part of the homework was to make a rocket between 13 and 23 inches tall, and have at least three different colors on it. So, Claira and Dad made a rocket out of wood and Corian scraps, and then Kimberly, Claira, and I painted it yesterday.
At dinner tonight, Claira was telling us that hers was the best in class. Then, she said that Samuel, her friend, also had a pretty cool one. As did Wyatt. And James.
I asked her if these boys were her friends. She said,
"Samuel is my boyfriend. And Wyatt's the other boy I'm in love with. Oh, and I love James, too. James and Samuel are twins and they ride on my bus."
SHE WAS TOTALLY SERIOUS!
My SEVEN year old sister is a PLAYER!
Then she said that she had KISSED THEM!
I choked on my rice.
Why is my baby sister kissing boys?!?!?!?!?!
SHE'S SEVEN!
SEVEN!
For Heaven's sakes......seven!
Well, she's not even 7 yet, she's still 6 until Saturday!
Anywho.
I asked if she was kissin' on the lips.
Claira made a gross face, like she had swallowed something nasty.
"No, Jenn, I kiss them on their backpack!"
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Wherever she can get them, I guess, right?
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
My Life SHOULD Be a Hollywood Comedy....SERIOUSLY!
So, I've decided that my life needs to be turned into a movie...a comedy to be exact. Because, I find my life to be VERY entertaining! Here are a few clips of the possible scenes of
One time, a while ago (approximately April 10, 2010, about 1 hour after college graduation, and I am frantically cleaning my apartment so I can move out....well, maybe not so frantically, because I was sad to go, but frantically all the same, because my clean check was coming ever closer, and I didn't want to be charged $800 for not dusting the closet) I was cleaning the cubby space above my closet in my bedroom at Aspen Village. Now, me being the lovely 5 foot 5 that I am couldn't reach the top, let alone the shelf inside the closet. So, I did what every normal person would do.
I got a chair.
I stood on that blue plastic chair (like the ones you find in your high school classroom), and I STILL COULDN'T REACH!
So, I took the next logical step. Literally.
I stepped on top of the dresser inside the closet.
I was standing precariously close to the edge of the dresser top, and leaning slightly back, so I could manuever my arm around and onto the top of the closet to clean out the cubby hole.
Now, why was I cleaning that cubby hole? It wasn't on the list of things to clean, but I still felt like I had to clean it. Maybe it was because I didn't want to take that load of hangers out to the car...Maybe it was because I didn't want to vacuum....Maybe it was the lack of sleep during finals week/graduation (averaged 2.5 hours of sleep a night! :) Aren't you proud?)....Maybe (and this is the reason) it was a combination of all of the above.
Nevertheless, I was cleaning, and as you guessed, the dresser fell over.
I was grasping to the top of the closet for dear life as the dresser topples and the chair is smashed by the dresser. My mom drops the 50+ hangers (no joke. I had like 50 of them, all matching, and because of that, Mom wanted to keep them.) she was carrying out to the car, and runs in to see if I'm okay.
I was.
I was just hanging onto the closet, my feet dangling in the air, and only one slipper on.
Now, ask me:
What song was playing on your laptop?
Another One Bites The Dust
Yup. Seriously. Ironic, eh?
I got down, and I was just fine. But, instead of cleaning up the dresser and chair (both of whom also escaped unharmed), I ran over a couple apartments, because I HAD to share the story with Hannah Baker.
Response from Hannah: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I forgot to tell her about the song, but I think if I had included it at that moment, she would have needed to change her pants.
Moral of the story? Don't clean the top of your closets, especially if the above mentioned song is playing and you have a wimpy dresser in your closet.
One last story?
Alright. I'll enlighten you.
And just to let you know, my mom might kill me for sharing this story in cyberspace, but it just about made me pee my pants.
My little sister, Claira, couldn't find her teddy bear, Lily. And it was bedtime.
Bad combination, right?
Of course. All little kids need their teddy bear to be able to sleep a full night's sleep and keep the boogy man away. (except for me, obviously. I slept with a stuffed koala that I named Koaly. Original, eh? I had a bunny, it was a Netherland Dwarf. I named it Netherland. And most all my fish have been Mr. Fishy. Anyway...)
So, Mom and Claira search for HOURS (in reality, it was like 20 minutes, but to Claira, it seemed like an eternity), for Lily. Mom asks, "Can you just go to bed and we'll find Lily in the morning?"
Bad question.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!! I can't sleep without Lily!"
Which is quite interesting, since Claira has only had thedumb lovely pink and white bear for a couple years. She's just about 7! What about those 5 years she never had Lily? Claira wasn't scared of the dark before Lily...I would know. She would come down into the basement to my room and throw her cup across the room, yelling, "JENN! JUICE!!!!" at around 2 am. Every day.
Back to the story:
Claira is hitting the hysterical point of her search. Mom is looking in the family room, and Claira was upstairs about to have a mental breakdown.
Then, Mom sees Claira with that blasted teddy bear walking around downstairs.
"Claira, where'd you find Lily?"
Claira's answer was classic. It will be remembered and preserved for all of posterity:
"She was hiding in my closet. She scare the hell out of me!"
Oh my, Mom tried so hard not to laugh. She sent Claira to her room and then laughed SO hard! It was one of those moments that you know you have to get mad at her, but it was just too dang precious to be too mad. Now, if Claira was 16, I'm sure that language would result in her mouth being rinsed out with soap.
But, for some reason, Claira is the cute one in the family, and also the youngest. Quite a combination. The world will need to watch out when Claira hits 16......
Jen Kabob: the Movie!
One time, a while ago (approximately April 10, 2010, about 1 hour after college graduation, and I am frantically cleaning my apartment so I can move out....well, maybe not so frantically, because I was sad to go, but frantically all the same, because my clean check was coming ever closer, and I didn't want to be charged $800 for not dusting the closet) I was cleaning the cubby space above my closet in my bedroom at Aspen Village. Now, me being the lovely 5 foot 5 that I am couldn't reach the top, let alone the shelf inside the closet. So, I did what every normal person would do.
I got a chair.
I stood on that blue plastic chair (like the ones you find in your high school classroom), and I STILL COULDN'T REACH!
So, I took the next logical step. Literally.
I stepped on top of the dresser inside the closet.
I was standing precariously close to the edge of the dresser top, and leaning slightly back, so I could manuever my arm around and onto the top of the closet to clean out the cubby hole.
Now, why was I cleaning that cubby hole? It wasn't on the list of things to clean, but I still felt like I had to clean it. Maybe it was because I didn't want to take that load of hangers out to the car...Maybe it was because I didn't want to vacuum....Maybe it was the lack of sleep during finals week/graduation (averaged 2.5 hours of sleep a night! :) Aren't you proud?)....Maybe (and this is the reason) it was a combination of all of the above.
Nevertheless, I was cleaning, and as you guessed, the dresser fell over.
I was grasping to the top of the closet for dear life as the dresser topples and the chair is smashed by the dresser. My mom drops the 50+ hangers (no joke. I had like 50 of them, all matching, and because of that, Mom wanted to keep them.) she was carrying out to the car, and runs in to see if I'm okay.
I was.
I was just hanging onto the closet, my feet dangling in the air, and only one slipper on.
Now, ask me:
What song was playing on your laptop?
Another One Bites The Dust
Yup. Seriously. Ironic, eh?
I got down, and I was just fine. But, instead of cleaning up the dresser and chair (both of whom also escaped unharmed), I ran over a couple apartments, because I HAD to share the story with Hannah Baker.
Response from Hannah: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I forgot to tell her about the song, but I think if I had included it at that moment, she would have needed to change her pants.
Moral of the story? Don't clean the top of your closets, especially if the above mentioned song is playing and you have a wimpy dresser in your closet.
One last story?
Alright. I'll enlighten you.
And just to let you know, my mom might kill me for sharing this story in cyberspace, but it just about made me pee my pants.
My little sister, Claira, couldn't find her teddy bear, Lily. And it was bedtime.
Bad combination, right?
Of course. All little kids need their teddy bear to be able to sleep a full night's sleep and keep the boogy man away. (except for me, obviously. I slept with a stuffed koala that I named Koaly. Original, eh? I had a bunny, it was a Netherland Dwarf. I named it Netherland. And most all my fish have been Mr. Fishy. Anyway...)
So, Mom and Claira search for HOURS (in reality, it was like 20 minutes, but to Claira, it seemed like an eternity), for Lily. Mom asks, "Can you just go to bed and we'll find Lily in the morning?"
Bad question.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!! I can't sleep without Lily!"
Which is quite interesting, since Claira has only had the
Back to the story:
Claira is hitting the hysterical point of her search. Mom is looking in the family room, and Claira was upstairs about to have a mental breakdown.
Then, Mom sees Claira with that blasted teddy bear walking around downstairs.
"Claira, where'd you find Lily?"
Claira's answer was classic. It will be remembered and preserved for all of posterity:
"She was hiding in my closet. She scare the hell out of me!"
Oh my, Mom tried so hard not to laugh. She sent Claira to her room and then laughed SO hard! It was one of those moments that you know you have to get mad at her, but it was just too dang precious to be too mad. Now, if Claira was 16, I'm sure that language would result in her mouth being rinsed out with soap.
But, for some reason, Claira is the cute one in the family, and also the youngest. Quite a combination. The world will need to watch out when Claira hits 16......
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Bittersweet Blabberings
I'm taking a break between finals, procrastinated projects, packing, and goodbyes.
I AM IN MY FINAL DAYS AT BYU-IDAHO!
HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!?
Oh, that's right. I spent the last four years of my life battling wind, snow, ice, and professors to get through my classes, and they (meaning the professors) actually passed me! Huh.....It's absolutely crazy to think that I'm completely done with school.
This is a bittersweet feeling.
One the one hand, I'm ecstatic to be done and move on to the next phase of my life:
..............otherwise known as:
STUDENT TEACHING............................
But at the same time, its so hard to leave my friends, this lovely podunk town I love, and all the memories.
I know that life is full of hellos and goodbyes.
Eveyone you meet is put in your life for a reason. These people are meant to teach us something and bless our lives.
I've really come to understand that in the past year.
No matter how tough it is to say goodbye, its going to be okay.
So,
GOODBYE
Brigham Young University-Idaho
Windy/Icy/Snowy/Never-can-make-up-its-mind Rexburg
Difficult and rewarding classes
Ghetto Aspen Village
BYU-Idaho 15th Ward
my amazing roommates
Potatoland
Eastern Idaho
and everything else associated with Rexburg/BYU-Idaho
I will miss you! But, I've decided to move onto bigger and better things!
Rexburg, don't feel so bad, you'll always hold a special place in my heart.....
Love, Jenn
I AM IN MY FINAL DAYS AT BYU-IDAHO!
HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!?
Oh, that's right. I spent the last four years of my life battling wind, snow, ice, and professors to get through my classes, and they (meaning the professors) actually passed me! Huh.....It's absolutely crazy to think that I'm completely done with school.
This is a bittersweet feeling.
One the one hand, I'm ecstatic to be done and move on to the next phase of my life:
..............otherwise known as:
STUDENT TEACHING............................
But at the same time, its so hard to leave my friends, this lovely podunk town I love, and all the memories.
I know that life is full of hellos and goodbyes.
Eveyone you meet is put in your life for a reason. These people are meant to teach us something and bless our lives.
I've really come to understand that in the past year.
No matter how tough it is to say goodbye, its going to be okay.
So,
GOODBYE
Brigham Young University-Idaho
Windy/Icy/Snowy/Never-can-make-up-its-mind Rexburg
Difficult and rewarding classes
Ghetto Aspen Village
BYU-Idaho 15th Ward
my amazing roommates
Potatoland
Eastern Idaho
and everything else associated with Rexburg/BYU-Idaho
I will miss you! But, I've decided to move onto bigger and better things!
Rexburg, don't feel so bad, you'll always hold a special place in my heart.....
Love, Jenn
Sunday, April 4, 2010
I ♥ Conference!
I love, absolutely LOVE!, General Conference! It makes me so happy, and I love the spiritual upliftment that I receive. Especially in these past few sessions.
The encouragement we receive from the Brethren and other speakers calms my soul from the things I have been worrying about. I know that everything is going to be just fine. I know that my Savior loves me. I know that my Savior died for me, and He Lives. I KNOW that He lives. I have received confirmation of this fact. The hymn, I Know That My Redeemer Lives, is my testimony:
I know that my Redeemer lives
What comfort this sweet sentence gives
He lives, He lives who once was dead,
He lives, my Ever-living Head.
He lives to grant me rich supply
He lives to guide me with His eye
He lives to comfort me when faint
He lives to hear my soul's complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears
He lives to wipe away my tears
He lives to calm my troubled heart
He lives all blessings to impart.
He lives to bless me with his love
He lives to plead for me above
He lives my hungry soul to feed
He lives to help in time of need.
He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while He lives I'll sing!
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King!
He lives and grants me daily breath
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives, my mansion to prepare
He lives to bring me safely there.
He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same!
O sweet, the joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives!
He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same!
O sweet, the joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives!
How perfect that General Conference lands on Easter Sunday this year! I am enjoying the apostolic testimonies of the truthfulness of the gospel and of the Savior, even Jesus Christ. I add my testimony of Jesus Christ and the Atonement to the others that have been expressed in the last two days.
He Lives! I know He does. He loves me. He loves you. He suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane, and then died on the cross for our sins. He is the very reason that the plan of happiness works.
Enjoy the rest of this Easter Sunday, and the rest of this wonderful General Conference!
The encouragement we receive from the Brethren and other speakers calms my soul from the things I have been worrying about. I know that everything is going to be just fine. I know that my Savior loves me. I know that my Savior died for me, and He Lives. I KNOW that He lives. I have received confirmation of this fact. The hymn, I Know That My Redeemer Lives, is my testimony:
I know that my Redeemer lives
What comfort this sweet sentence gives
He lives, He lives who once was dead,
He lives, my Ever-living Head.
He lives to grant me rich supply
He lives to guide me with His eye
He lives to comfort me when faint
He lives to hear my soul's complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears
He lives to wipe away my tears
He lives to calm my troubled heart
He lives all blessings to impart.
He lives to bless me with his love
He lives to plead for me above
He lives my hungry soul to feed
He lives to help in time of need.
He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while He lives I'll sing!
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King!
He lives and grants me daily breath
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives, my mansion to prepare
He lives to bring me safely there.
He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same!
O sweet, the joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives!
He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same!
O sweet, the joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives!
How perfect that General Conference lands on Easter Sunday this year! I am enjoying the apostolic testimonies of the truthfulness of the gospel and of the Savior, even Jesus Christ. I add my testimony of Jesus Christ and the Atonement to the others that have been expressed in the last two days.
He Lives! I know He does. He loves me. He loves you. He suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane, and then died on the cross for our sins. He is the very reason that the plan of happiness works.
Enjoy the rest of this Easter Sunday, and the rest of this wonderful General Conference!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
O My Father
I have just come to find this hymn to be one of my favorites. The words mean more to me than I had ever noticed. (LDS Hymnal #292) Read these words carefully:
I love this hymn. It speaks to my spirit, and it comforts me in the hardest times of life. I especially love the arrangement by Sally Deford. Check it out: http://defordmusic.com/comethoufountomyfather.htm
It's also the same musical arrangement she uses for Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing, another great hymn.
"O My Father, thou that dwellest
In the high and glorious place,
When shall I regain thy presence
And again behold thy face?
In thy holy habitation,
Did my spirit once reside?
In my first primeval childhood
Was I nurtured by thy side?
For a wise and glorious purpose
Thou hast place me here on earth
And withheld the recollection
Of my former friends and birth;
Yet oftimes a secret something
Whispered, "You're a stranger here,"
And I felt that I had wandered
From a more exhalted sphere.
I had learned to call thee Father,
Thru thy Spirit from on high,
But, until the key of knowledge
Was restored, I knew not why.
In the heav'ns are parents single?
No the thought makes reason stare!
Truth is reason; truth eternal
Tells me a mother there!
When I leave this frail existence,
When I lay this mortal by,
Father, Mother, may I meet you
In your royal courts on high?
Then, at length when I've completed
All you sent me forth to do,
With you mutual approbation
Let me come and dwell with you.
I love this hymn. It speaks to my spirit, and it comforts me in the hardest times of life. I especially love the arrangement by Sally Deford. Check it out: http://defordmusic.com/comethoufountomyfather.htm
It's also the same musical arrangement she uses for Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing, another great hymn.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
AHHHHHH! Can You Believe It?
So...............
It's my last semester in Rexburg. Can you believe it? Because I sure can't. It's crazy! I'm really excited, but at the same time, I'm really nervous.
This is it.
After this semester, I need to be a real grown-up.
A grown-up.
Man, I'm getting old.
I've recently (last night) finished my student teaching application. By March sometime, I'll know what school district I'm going to be student teaching in for the Fall semester 2010. This is CRAZY! I'm going to be a TEACHER!
I think I need to go to bed, because the sleep deprivation of college is catching up with me....and I have some lesson plans that still need to be done before class tomorrow. But, alas. I'm on my blog, writing to who knows who.
And Kassi just turned the music on. That's sounds awfully lovely. I love music.
Oh my. I'm just rambling on now. But that's okay. This is a perfect example for a case study on sleep deprived college students. Great ADD tendencies. (which, really is not a good thing. When you are trying to concentrate on your homework or a test, you cannot afford to get distracted on other topics...such as music, dating, boys, other school work, roommates, ward activities, callings)
Oh, that reminds me! I have two new callings this semester that I'm really quite excited about. The first one is Relief Society pianist. I love being the pianist. In past semesters, I have found that being the pianist really bored me and was tedious. But I've come to love being the pianist. As the pianist I am the one that helps in bringing the Spirit of the Lord to the meeting. I get to help with that! How cool is that?!
My second calling is Family Home Evening Coordinator. I'm incharge of a lot of stuff, and I'm not quite sure exactly what, but from what I know, I know that I am supposed to be in this calling. I know there is something that I'm am supposed to learn this semester, and there is going to be things that I can teach others through this calling. I'm VERY excited to start serving the Lord in these new capacities. And honestly, I'm really glad I'm not the Relief Society president. As much as that would be a humbling experience, I'm not sure how equipped I am to handle that much responsibility.
So, anyway. Three weeks into the semester....10 more to go! Wish me luck! Grant me peace of mind! Pray that I get some sleep!
It's my last semester in Rexburg. Can you believe it? Because I sure can't. It's crazy! I'm really excited, but at the same time, I'm really nervous.
This is it.
After this semester, I need to be a real grown-up.
A grown-up.
Man, I'm getting old.
I've recently (last night) finished my student teaching application. By March sometime, I'll know what school district I'm going to be student teaching in for the Fall semester 2010. This is CRAZY! I'm going to be a TEACHER!
I think I need to go to bed, because the sleep deprivation of college is catching up with me....and I have some lesson plans that still need to be done before class tomorrow. But, alas. I'm on my blog, writing to who knows who.
And Kassi just turned the music on. That's sounds awfully lovely. I love music.
Oh my. I'm just rambling on now. But that's okay. This is a perfect example for a case study on sleep deprived college students. Great ADD tendencies. (which, really is not a good thing. When you are trying to concentrate on your homework or a test, you cannot afford to get distracted on other topics...such as music, dating, boys, other school work, roommates, ward activities, callings)
Oh, that reminds me! I have two new callings this semester that I'm really quite excited about. The first one is Relief Society pianist. I love being the pianist. In past semesters, I have found that being the pianist really bored me and was tedious. But I've come to love being the pianist. As the pianist I am the one that helps in bringing the Spirit of the Lord to the meeting. I get to help with that! How cool is that?!
My second calling is Family Home Evening Coordinator. I'm incharge of a lot of stuff, and I'm not quite sure exactly what, but from what I know, I know that I am supposed to be in this calling. I know there is something that I'm am supposed to learn this semester, and there is going to be things that I can teach others through this calling. I'm VERY excited to start serving the Lord in these new capacities. And honestly, I'm really glad I'm not the Relief Society president. As much as that would be a humbling experience, I'm not sure how equipped I am to handle that much responsibility.
So, anyway. Three weeks into the semester....10 more to go! Wish me luck! Grant me peace of mind! Pray that I get some sleep!
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
New Starts
I'm coming to realize that life is full of changes. Both good, and bad. And, the bad is not always necessarily bad. It's just different. Which is what a change is. It's something that is new, something that has changed, something that makes life more interesting.
Johnathon is now in Houston Texas, ready to start spreading the Living Word to those that are blessed to live where he will teach. Johnathon is going to be an amazing missionary, and I wish that I could just follow him around and listen to him. He is growing so much. He's such an awesome person!
I'm starting my final year at Brigham Young University-Idaho. I'm so close to the end, that I can taste it. It tastes good, by the way. It's like strawberries. mmmmm...I like strawberries....which means that I will like, and most likely, love, life after graduation. I must confess that I'm really looking forward to teaching. I am in an education practicum class currently, and I love getting in front of the class and bestowing my vast knowledge to the youngsters that sit in my class for those precious 45 minutes. I love writing lesson plans, and figuring out the best way to help my students to learn. I can't wait to be in my own classroom, and decide how to run my own classroom, to make mistakes, and to learn and grow.
The weird thing about getting older and getting closer to graduation-most of my friends from former years are graduated....I have lots of friends that are graduated and have moved on to better things. BYU-I, good. Post-grad life, better.
I'm really looking forward to the future of new starts that I will be able to have. I'm excited about the opportunities that await me. I'm anxious to see what lies ahead. What does lie ahead? I'm sure I have this path that is full of twists and turns. I love how my life seems to go. I start to get comfortable with how my life is going, and something is thrown in to make me change what I'm doing.
However, I've come to realize that these road blocks and speed bumps that I come in contact with are not to make me stumble. At first I stumble, but the important thing is to get back up, and to keep going. It's to help me to learn, so that I can avoid them, and learn how to get over the trial. The trials that I face are to help me to learn and grow. And the more that I learn and grow, the better I become, until I am the best.
So.....I'm excited for the new starts that have come into my life. My family has had to figure out how to live with less people in the house (which, secretly, I think they love. Because, come on....only 3 kids? It must be SUPER quiet!). We are all going to have our challenges for the next few years. But, it's going to be good, because we will be learning new things like Johnathon is. We're going to grow as a family. And in the next few years, we're going to encounter many new starts and changes in our lives. Our family will never be the same.
BUT-
It will be better.
Johnathon is now in Houston Texas, ready to start spreading the Living Word to those that are blessed to live where he will teach. Johnathon is going to be an amazing missionary, and I wish that I could just follow him around and listen to him. He is growing so much. He's such an awesome person!
I'm starting my final year at Brigham Young University-Idaho. I'm so close to the end, that I can taste it. It tastes good, by the way. It's like strawberries. mmmmm...I like strawberries....which means that I will like, and most likely, love, life after graduation. I must confess that I'm really looking forward to teaching. I am in an education practicum class currently, and I love getting in front of the class and bestowing my vast knowledge to the youngsters that sit in my class for those precious 45 minutes. I love writing lesson plans, and figuring out the best way to help my students to learn. I can't wait to be in my own classroom, and decide how to run my own classroom, to make mistakes, and to learn and grow.
The weird thing about getting older and getting closer to graduation-most of my friends from former years are graduated....I have lots of friends that are graduated and have moved on to better things. BYU-I, good. Post-grad life, better.
I'm really looking forward to the future of new starts that I will be able to have. I'm excited about the opportunities that await me. I'm anxious to see what lies ahead. What does lie ahead? I'm sure I have this path that is full of twists and turns. I love how my life seems to go. I start to get comfortable with how my life is going, and something is thrown in to make me change what I'm doing.
However, I've come to realize that these road blocks and speed bumps that I come in contact with are not to make me stumble. At first I stumble, but the important thing is to get back up, and to keep going. It's to help me to learn, so that I can avoid them, and learn how to get over the trial. The trials that I face are to help me to learn and grow. And the more that I learn and grow, the better I become, until I am the best.
So.....I'm excited for the new starts that have come into my life. My family has had to figure out how to live with less people in the house (which, secretly, I think they love. Because, come on....only 3 kids? It must be SUPER quiet!). We are all going to have our challenges for the next few years. But, it's going to be good, because we will be learning new things like Johnathon is. We're going to grow as a family. And in the next few years, we're going to encounter many new starts and changes in our lives. Our family will never be the same.
BUT-
It will be better.
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