Sweet relief. My paper is done. Turned in online. I will not look at it again until it is returned with a grade on top. I can honestly say I worked hard on this paper. I can honestly say I tried my best to write. I can honestly say I spent my Friday night writing for 7 hours. I did get distracted a lot in those 7 hours...but still. I worked a lot.
I have much that I want to write about. My thoughts are flowing. However, I have reading to do and flashcards to make and study. I will leave you with this...
My senior nursing major friend Becky and I went out to dinner to have some quality friend time. In talking about nursing school, as I am just beginning and she is reaching the end, we were talking about the fun and the not-so-fun that goes into the major. She said "Nursing majors don't have a normal college experience at this school. You just have a different schedule."
It makes me sad. I want to remember college as fun. I want to remember the experience. But does my major prevent that? I study a lot. I wake up early. I tell people to be quiet if they are loud past midnight. I get cranky. I keep my door shut. I feel like a bad RA. I feel like I don't do well in classes - even though my grades show different. I don't have a lot of heart to put into my work. It's really hard to be half-assed in my day to day life.
But by golly, I WILL put in a catheter in two days.
Feb 26, 2008
Feb 22, 2008
With A Little Help From My Friends
I am writing a paper. If you have input, please let me know. Here is the prompt.
In Early Medieval Art, Lawrence Nees writes: “Over the tomb of St. Martin of Tours the visitor could have read: ‘Here lies Martin the bishop, of holy memory, whose soul is in the hand of God: but he is fully here, present and made plain in miracles of every kind.’ The inscription encapsulates many of the fundamental themes of the cult of the saints: the physical body, remembrance, intimate connection to God, miracles, and living presence among the faithful who come to his tomb” (117). Write an essay in which you consider how a particular culture’s view of ontology informs or shapes their attitude toward the material world, using at least two specific examples of art and/or architecture. (Their attitude toward the material world can include their understanding and treatment of that realm.)
HELP.
In Early Medieval Art, Lawrence Nees writes: “Over the tomb of St. Martin of Tours the visitor could have read: ‘Here lies Martin the bishop, of holy memory, whose soul is in the hand of God: but he is fully here, present and made plain in miracles of every kind.’ The inscription encapsulates many of the fundamental themes of the cult of the saints: the physical body, remembrance, intimate connection to God, miracles, and living presence among the faithful who come to his tomb” (117). Write an essay in which you consider how a particular culture’s view of ontology informs or shapes their attitude toward the material world, using at least two specific examples of art and/or architecture. (Their attitude toward the material world can include their understanding and treatment of that realm.)
HELP.
Feb 20, 2008
What Lost Character Are You?
Intrigued by this question, I naturally took the Facebook quiz to find out which of my favorite people in the whole wide world (or is it purgatory!?) I am.
The questions were hilarious. This was my personal favorite.
If your friends were in trouble, you would:
Kick ass and take names.
Exploit their weaknesses and use them to your advantage.
Talk them through it.
Drink, start yelling, then get to it eventually.
Let the universe sort it out.
Drown.
My first instinct was to put number 1. But let's be honest, I only wish I could be like the Others. Then I wanted to put "drown" just so I could be Charlie in the end. Poor Charlie.
For your information, my "ideal" Lost character is Kate.
My actual character is CLAIRE!? Who knew.
Description being:
You are sweet and sometimes flakey. Prone to many styles and phases, you have one consistency: your genuineness. You speak your mind always, and you're not afraid to tell people what you think. Also, you may have an evil baby.
Buzz kill.
The questions were hilarious. This was my personal favorite.
If your friends were in trouble, you would:
Kick ass and take names.
Exploit their weaknesses and use them to your advantage.
Talk them through it.
Drink, start yelling, then get to it eventually.
Let the universe sort it out.
Drown.
My first instinct was to put number 1. But let's be honest, I only wish I could be like the Others. Then I wanted to put "drown" just so I could be Charlie in the end. Poor Charlie.
For your information, my "ideal" Lost character is Kate.
My actual character is CLAIRE!? Who knew.
Description being:
You are sweet and sometimes flakey. Prone to many styles and phases, you have one consistency: your genuineness. You speak your mind always, and you're not afraid to tell people what you think. Also, you may have an evil baby.
Buzz kill.
Feb 2, 2008
Where I Stood
something told me to run...
there were sounds in my head,
little voices whispering
that I should go and this should end
...and I found myself listening
The song is about leaving. Leaving someone behind who you love. Not entirely applicable to my life right now, but it mirrors what is happening internally.
I am unsettled. There is something inside grating at the edges, and I feel it. The voice that tells me to go a new direction, that there is something "out there" that needs to be seen. And I'm allowing myself to listen - and ending up rather torn.
I think I've become too comfortable where I am. Life is easy here. Life is safe here. And while feeling safe is never a bad thing, I truly believe that God has never intended for us to live in safety for long. Following Christ is giving up a life of comfort and safety and stability. He had "no place to lay His head", and He interacted with the lepers and the tax collectors and those who led lives that didn't mirror His.
Like Mr. Beaver said: "Safe? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."
When the rich young ruler came to Jesus to see what was required of him to get into heaven, he claimed to have followed the rules. He had kept the commandments, stayed within the boundaries - saying he had done what was necessary for salvation. I love Jesus' reaction to him in Mark 10.
Jesus looked at him and loved him.
And then, He tells the ruler to give everything has away. To free himself of the worldly comforts he possessed, to bless others through his sacrifice. And then, once that was done, Jesus had one more thing the ruler must do.
Then come, follow me.
Jesus asked for his followers to give up comforts and conveniences. A place to sleep, a guaranteed meal or drink of water, safety from religious figures. The life He lived was radical.
I don't know what it means. I don't know if it's my own selfish voice talking, or if it's Him telling me to stop being my own rich young ruler. The only thing that I am certain of is that I don't dare go against His path.
God, teach me lessons for living
so I can stay the course.
Give me insight so I can do what you tell me—
my whole life one long, obedient response.
Guide me down the road of your commandments;
I love traveling this freeway!
Give me a bent for your words of wisdom,
and not for piling up loot.
Divert my eyes from toys and trinkets,
invigorate me on the pilgrim way.
---(Psalm 119:33-37)
there were sounds in my head,
little voices whispering
that I should go and this should end
...and I found myself listening
The song is about leaving. Leaving someone behind who you love. Not entirely applicable to my life right now, but it mirrors what is happening internally.
I am unsettled. There is something inside grating at the edges, and I feel it. The voice that tells me to go a new direction, that there is something "out there" that needs to be seen. And I'm allowing myself to listen - and ending up rather torn.
I think I've become too comfortable where I am. Life is easy here. Life is safe here. And while feeling safe is never a bad thing, I truly believe that God has never intended for us to live in safety for long. Following Christ is giving up a life of comfort and safety and stability. He had "no place to lay His head", and He interacted with the lepers and the tax collectors and those who led lives that didn't mirror His.
Like Mr. Beaver said: "Safe? Who said anything about safe? 'Course he isn't safe. But he's good. He's the King, I tell you."
When the rich young ruler came to Jesus to see what was required of him to get into heaven, he claimed to have followed the rules. He had kept the commandments, stayed within the boundaries - saying he had done what was necessary for salvation. I love Jesus' reaction to him in Mark 10.
Jesus looked at him and loved him.
And then, He tells the ruler to give everything has away. To free himself of the worldly comforts he possessed, to bless others through his sacrifice. And then, once that was done, Jesus had one more thing the ruler must do.
Then come, follow me.
Jesus asked for his followers to give up comforts and conveniences. A place to sleep, a guaranteed meal or drink of water, safety from religious figures. The life He lived was radical.
I don't know what it means. I don't know if it's my own selfish voice talking, or if it's Him telling me to stop being my own rich young ruler. The only thing that I am certain of is that I don't dare go against His path.
God, teach me lessons for living
so I can stay the course.
Give me insight so I can do what you tell me—
my whole life one long, obedient response.
Guide me down the road of your commandments;
I love traveling this freeway!
Give me a bent for your words of wisdom,
and not for piling up loot.
Divert my eyes from toys and trinkets,
invigorate me on the pilgrim way.
---(Psalm 119:33-37)
Jan 16, 2008
Much Farther To Go
Sometimes, I get discouraged. I feel like people love other people and end up getting screwed. I have watched people hurt each other, their friends, their families, their significant others. Yes, broken people, broken world. But I end up thinking I'm better off just where I am. Don't get any closer. And then I remember that, actually, life really sucks without other people. Being lonely is probably one of the worst feelings...because we all just want someone to love us.
Sometimes, I get discouraged. I like to understand what's going on. I like to be clued it. I like to remember the things I study. I don't like when I don't get it. As happened when trying to understand the cardiovascular system and how you assess it. And when I read things about Early Christian art and Ancient Roman art. And when I read for Pharmacology and don't recall a single thing I had just spent the last hour trying to beat into my brain.
Sometimes, I get discouraged. I am the only college student who goes to my church. I want people my age to go to church with me. I want the community I tried to integrate into, despite the different life stage, to stay together. When I go to church, sometimes I feel as though I am an outsider...which is ironic since I have been there for a long time. I am tempted to pick up and leave, because it would be easier for me. I would have more "fun" going to church with people my age. I would satisfy those desires for things that church shouldn't be about. Because as soon as we start listening to the "I" statements in our lives, we make ourselves more important than we should ever be.
Sometimes, I get discouraged. As when I try to plan a well campaign to run through Lent at my church, and all I meet is red tape. Committees and boards and meetings that have to approve the idea. And you know, churches need rules. They needs parameters. They need to approve this. But I get so frustrated when it seems that I can't be heard, that my dream won't come to fruition, that I am a young person trying to sit down with middle-aged men to answer their questions about an organization, and how it is funded, and why I chose it, when all I want to do is encourage people to help me dig a well in an AIDS-devastated community.
...
And then, as frustration mounts and discouragement grows and I get fed up, I walk outside. I leave the computer lab to find the snow falling. There's no one on campus. There's nothing but the sound of snow.
I love the sound of snow.
The muffled, gentle murmur of snowflakes hitting the bricks. The hiss as the wind blows the top layer around. And the rest of the world has to slow, quiet down, and watch. There is something about snow that is captivating. It is an unchained creation of God. It falls and settles and the world looks completely different. Snow never fails to bring a smile to my face.
And somehow, snow reminds me of this:
God's loyal love couldn't have run out,
his merciful love couldn't have dried up.
They're created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I'm sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He's all I've got left.
God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
to the woman who diligently seeks.
It's a good thing to quietly hope,
quietly hope for help from God.
It's a good thing when you're young
to stick it out through the hard times.
When life is heavy and hard to take,
go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions:
Wait for hope to appear.
Don't run from trouble. Take it full-face.
The "worst" is never the worst.
Why? Because the Master won't ever
walk out and fail to return.
If he works severely, he also works tenderly.
His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.
He takes no pleasure in making life hard,
in throwing roadblocks in the way:
My heart aches for the people in my life who are hurting. For the people dying of AIDS and parasitic diseases and the cold in the city. When I think about them, my discouragement in studying and in my selfish desires in church seem like pitiful excuses for discouragement. And so I will try to let them go and instead, quietly hope for help and bow in prayer for those who are hurting and for a world that is broken.
Sometimes, I get discouraged. I like to understand what's going on. I like to be clued it. I like to remember the things I study. I don't like when I don't get it. As happened when trying to understand the cardiovascular system and how you assess it. And when I read things about Early Christian art and Ancient Roman art. And when I read for Pharmacology and don't recall a single thing I had just spent the last hour trying to beat into my brain.
Sometimes, I get discouraged. I am the only college student who goes to my church. I want people my age to go to church with me. I want the community I tried to integrate into, despite the different life stage, to stay together. When I go to church, sometimes I feel as though I am an outsider...which is ironic since I have been there for a long time. I am tempted to pick up and leave, because it would be easier for me. I would have more "fun" going to church with people my age. I would satisfy those desires for things that church shouldn't be about. Because as soon as we start listening to the "I" statements in our lives, we make ourselves more important than we should ever be.
Sometimes, I get discouraged. As when I try to plan a well campaign to run through Lent at my church, and all I meet is red tape. Committees and boards and meetings that have to approve the idea. And you know, churches need rules. They needs parameters. They need to approve this. But I get so frustrated when it seems that I can't be heard, that my dream won't come to fruition, that I am a young person trying to sit down with middle-aged men to answer their questions about an organization, and how it is funded, and why I chose it, when all I want to do is encourage people to help me dig a well in an AIDS-devastated community.
...
And then, as frustration mounts and discouragement grows and I get fed up, I walk outside. I leave the computer lab to find the snow falling. There's no one on campus. There's nothing but the sound of snow.
I love the sound of snow.
The muffled, gentle murmur of snowflakes hitting the bricks. The hiss as the wind blows the top layer around. And the rest of the world has to slow, quiet down, and watch. There is something about snow that is captivating. It is an unchained creation of God. It falls and settles and the world looks completely different. Snow never fails to bring a smile to my face.
And somehow, snow reminds me of this:
God's loyal love couldn't have run out,
his merciful love couldn't have dried up.
They're created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I'm sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He's all I've got left.
God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
to the woman who diligently seeks.
It's a good thing to quietly hope,
quietly hope for help from God.
It's a good thing when you're young
to stick it out through the hard times.
When life is heavy and hard to take,
go off by yourself. Enter the silence.
Bow in prayer. Don't ask questions:
Wait for hope to appear.
Don't run from trouble. Take it full-face.
The "worst" is never the worst.
Why? Because the Master won't ever
walk out and fail to return.
If he works severely, he also works tenderly.
His stockpiles of loyal love are immense.
He takes no pleasure in making life hard,
in throwing roadblocks in the way:
My heart aches for the people in my life who are hurting. For the people dying of AIDS and parasitic diseases and the cold in the city. When I think about them, my discouragement in studying and in my selfish desires in church seem like pitiful excuses for discouragement. And so I will try to let them go and instead, quietly hope for help and bow in prayer for those who are hurting and for a world that is broken.
Jan 6, 2008
In Today's Headlines
There is some sobering news in the Montrose Daily Press this past week. However, I found several quotes within articles that I could not help but share with the adoring three readers I have. aMARAcan cheese...where's your blog?
Anyways, here are the highs:
A truck drove through the front doors in the local Wal-Mart. Miraculously, no one was killed. And I am not making this incident a laughing matter...but an example of some Montrose local lingo:
“(The truck) hit three of the beams that holds the roof up and he hit a big (beam),” he said. “... this guy comes in and pulled (the driver) out ... I seen two people jump out of the way — I mean, jump.”
Really? I don't understand what this man was talking about. In response to this article, a lot of prayers and thanks were sent for no one being seriously hurt. However, this remark was especially touching.
Ice T wrote on Jan 6, 2008 2:45 PM:
" The most exciting thing that ever happened in Montrose! Suckers! "
Thanks Ice T. You are so thoughtful.
In other news, Montrose is getting an upscale nightclub called The VIP Room (how unique) in Oxbow Crossing. What a joke of a shopping center. Anyways, here's the scoop.
He said the club will be upscale, intended to bring in an older crowd than some of the other local establishments. There will also be a dress code. "You know, we want to keep out some of the riffraff," Brune said.
Really. Brune also says "there will be an employee posted at both of the club's entrances and that patrons will be carded twice — at the entrance and at the bar. The club will use hand stamps as well as ID-checking machines."
Now, Brune, this older, upscale crowd you are drawing from - HAND STAMPS? What UPSCALE nightclub uses hand stamps? All I can say is good luck VIP Room. We all know how well La Bamba did...
There have also been a series of break-ins in Montrose. Our sleepy town is turning into slums. The latest was at a brickyard. Read on, my intrigued fellows.
Brickyard Manager Tom Rowan said he and a co-worker arrived to work Wednesday morning to discover a large double pane window shattered. “There was glass scattered across the office to the main door. At that point we knew we had a problem,” Rowan said.
Later in the article...
No computers or large tools were taken, Rowan said. However, a “minimal amount” of cash and small items such as pocket knives, which the business sells, were missing.
“I just hope they catch the little varmints,” Rowan said.
Me too, Tom. You set those traps for those varmints.
Finally, they are putting regulations in place for all body art establishments. Some new regulations include getting rid of "reusable" gloves and needles.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Anyways, here are the highs:
A truck drove through the front doors in the local Wal-Mart. Miraculously, no one was killed. And I am not making this incident a laughing matter...but an example of some Montrose local lingo:
“(The truck) hit three of the beams that holds the roof up and he hit a big (beam),” he said. “... this guy comes in and pulled (the driver) out ... I seen two people jump out of the way — I mean, jump.”
Really? I don't understand what this man was talking about. In response to this article, a lot of prayers and thanks were sent for no one being seriously hurt. However, this remark was especially touching.
Ice T wrote on Jan 6, 2008 2:45 PM:
" The most exciting thing that ever happened in Montrose! Suckers! "
Thanks Ice T. You are so thoughtful.
In other news, Montrose is getting an upscale nightclub called The VIP Room (how unique) in Oxbow Crossing. What a joke of a shopping center. Anyways, here's the scoop.
He said the club will be upscale, intended to bring in an older crowd than some of the other local establishments. There will also be a dress code. "You know, we want to keep out some of the riffraff," Brune said.
Really. Brune also says "there will be an employee posted at both of the club's entrances and that patrons will be carded twice — at the entrance and at the bar. The club will use hand stamps as well as ID-checking machines."
Now, Brune, this older, upscale crowd you are drawing from - HAND STAMPS? What UPSCALE nightclub uses hand stamps? All I can say is good luck VIP Room. We all know how well La Bamba did...
There have also been a series of break-ins in Montrose. Our sleepy town is turning into slums. The latest was at a brickyard. Read on, my intrigued fellows.
Brickyard Manager Tom Rowan said he and a co-worker arrived to work Wednesday morning to discover a large double pane window shattered. “There was glass scattered across the office to the main door. At that point we knew we had a problem,” Rowan said.
Later in the article...
No computers or large tools were taken, Rowan said. However, a “minimal amount” of cash and small items such as pocket knives, which the business sells, were missing.
“I just hope they catch the little varmints,” Rowan said.
Me too, Tom. You set those traps for those varmints.
Finally, they are putting regulations in place for all body art establishments. Some new regulations include getting rid of "reusable" gloves and needles.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Jan 1, 2008
A Strange Sensation
Apparently, I am now an insomniac. My family is spending New Year's Eve in a hotel in Colorado Springs, and rather than watching the ball drop, I went to bed at 11. That was almost 5 hours ago. I can't sleep. I'm not really tired, but not really awake. This is a strange sensation.
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