That's right, a hole. Quite literally, a hole. Okay, maybe it's not so much a hole anymore, because the doctor stitched it up and what not, but I'm gonna go ahead and say, there's still a hole.
****Warning: I might get a little graphic here, so if you get queesy or woozy about medical stuff, you might not want to read. =) *******
I've led a pretty "lucky" life as far as injuries go. ***Knock on wood!!!*** The most damage I've done is sprain my ankles a countless amount of times thanks to playing basketball from 4th grade until I graduated high school. When I was 16, I got my wisdom teeth taken out, and that had been my only "surgery" until today.
Okay, maybe I'm making this a bit too dramatic. I had a cyst, all right? Just a cyst:
"Cysts are noncancerous, closed pockets of tissue that can be filled with fluid, pus, or other material. Cysts are common on the skin and can appear anywhere. They feel like small peas under the surface of the skin. Cysts can develop as a result of infection, clogging of sebaceous glands (oil glands), or around foreign bodies, such as earrings." - Webmd.com
Luckily, mine was just a clogging of a gland, I guess...right smack dab in the middle of my back. It didn't bother me until it ruptured underneath my skin. That's right...it ruptured. So my dermatologist decided to cut it out! Ah! I went in today and he just cut me right open and...leaked out the pus and fluids and man...this is gross. But you know what, hearing your own skin being cut open by surgical scissors is pretty gross as well. Then, hearing the doctor cauterize the open blood vessels on your back? That's pretty gross too. Also, after it's all said and done, and you're stitched up, ready to go home, and you see a chunk of skin from your OWN back, slightly bloody, laying on the table next to you? Yeah...gross.
So that was my day today. I got some antibiotics, and some pain meds! Hopefully I won't need them too much, but I've never had stitches before, or a wound this size, so I don't really know what I'm in for. So far, it's just been really itchy...with a dull pain, getting a bit worse. Time to pop a lortab and go to bed, I have to work tomorrow. =)
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Memphis Rocks My Socks
Hello world. I realize it's been awhile since I've posted. I'm sure you're all upset and whatnot that I haven't had anything exciting to talk about in weeks. =) But no more of that sadness! Put a smile on and sit back as I bore you with details of my solo road trip out to Memphis this past weekend.
My best friend, The Stage Manager, moved to Memphis last fall. She was offered a job at a theatre in Midtown, right there in the heart of Memphis. She's the assistant stage manager and I'm oh so proud of her. Anyways, I hadn't seen her since the Christmas break, and that's just too long for us to not be around each other, so I decided to make the road trip out to see her. The drive was only about 7 hours or so...sigh. I used to love long car rides...I now realize that's only because I didn't have to drive when I was younger. I got to sit in the back seat and read a book, listen to my personal cd player, do word search puzzles, or watch movies when my mom got the cool van with a dvd player in it. But no, driving 7 hours alone, is not something I thoroughly enjoy. Luckily, my friend Disney kept me occupied for a little over an hour of the journey, I also talked with Dad, Grandma, and a few other friends. I listened to NPR for the first time in who knows how long. Listening to other people have conversations definitely helped keep me occupied.
I arrived in Memphis around 11pm Friday. After getting off at the wrong exit, and driving around downtown Memphis for 20 extra minutes, I finally found the theatre where the Stage Manager works. I was so excited to see her! There was nothing too exciting about the evening, other than the constant hugs and squeals of joy at me just getting to be in the same city as her. We had a late dinner and crashed pretty early.
I was amazed at how teeny tiny her apartment is! I remember when she moved in and she called me crying because it was small and dirty and...small. I honestly don't think there's a better representative of an apartment for the starving artist. These interns get paid very minimally and their living quarters are minimal as well. She shares this small, 2 bedroom apt with some guy who also works with the theatre. They get along well enough, I guess, but it's obvious they just try to stay out of each other's way. Her bedroom could definitely be 2 of my closets. Her closet is in her living room. It was so small! I was amazed...but I guess that's the life you have to live if you wanna do theatre. That's how you gotta start out in this biz'ness. =)
Anyways, Saturday rolled around and she took me to the cutest cafe next to her apartment. She says that it rarely looks the same inside because the owners always rearrange the tables, putting different games, table cloths, flowers or other things on the different tables. It was a very eclectic little cafe and the coffee was delicious!
She had to work a little during the afternoon, so I spent my time looking through an old bookstore and going to a local mall to buy a new pair of jeans! Which I did successfully. =) I met the Stage Manager for her dinner break, then she had to go back to the theatre for the Saturday night show: August: Osage County! I had seen the show once on Broadway a couple of years ago. It's definitely a great show, even better if you think you have a crazy family, it will make you feel better about your own life. Such a great show.
Saturday night we went out to a nightclub. It was...interesting. And that's really all I can say about that.
Sunday, more work for the Stage Manager. In true theatre form, her only day off is Monday. So while she did her managing of the stage, I went to her theatre's sister and watched Grey Gardens, another show about a crazy family. It was...interesting. The lead actress was phenomenal, and the supporting cast was good. It was great for a free show, but maybe not something I would see again? It would have been much better had it not been a musical. =)
Sunday night, the Stage Manager and I went out to a fancy dinner. It'd been awhile since I'd gotten all dressed up and I was so glad to be doing it with my best friend. After some yummy spinach artichoke ravioli and a huge chunk of chocolate cake, we decided to hit a local hangout spot with some of her intern theatre pals. It was a fun night, getting to meet everyone and learn more about these people who have been "taking care" of my best friend. I am so thankful for them being there for her, especially since I live so far away from her.
Monday was my last day, and it was a sad/happy day. As I mentioned before, it was her day off, so I was glad to be able to spend most of it with her. She took me to my new favorite home-style restaurant. I ordered hot cakes and they were oh so delicious! Not to mention, the cook added "ears" to them, so they looked like mickey mouse heads! My grandma used to do that when I was little, so happy memories were floating all around me, even up to the wood paneled walls, just like in her house. =) We then did a little shopping, had frozen yogurt, and went to the University of Memphis where we looked at an Egyptian exhibit in their museum. We met an Egyptologist who told us the story of the real mummy we saw (it had spent time in a pawn shop before being studied!)
It was a beautiful day, but ended sadly with me having to drive all the way back home. I already miss the Stage Manager, but knowing that I get to see her again in a few months makes things a little better. She's been with me through so much, and even though we've only been friends for a couple of years, I know we'll be friends forever. So here's to you Stage Manager, I love you and had a great time with you this past weekend. I can't wait to see you again!
My best friend, The Stage Manager, moved to Memphis last fall. She was offered a job at a theatre in Midtown, right there in the heart of Memphis. She's the assistant stage manager and I'm oh so proud of her. Anyways, I hadn't seen her since the Christmas break, and that's just too long for us to not be around each other, so I decided to make the road trip out to see her. The drive was only about 7 hours or so...sigh. I used to love long car rides...I now realize that's only because I didn't have to drive when I was younger. I got to sit in the back seat and read a book, listen to my personal cd player, do word search puzzles, or watch movies when my mom got the cool van with a dvd player in it. But no, driving 7 hours alone, is not something I thoroughly enjoy. Luckily, my friend Disney kept me occupied for a little over an hour of the journey, I also talked with Dad, Grandma, and a few other friends. I listened to NPR for the first time in who knows how long. Listening to other people have conversations definitely helped keep me occupied.
I arrived in Memphis around 11pm Friday. After getting off at the wrong exit, and driving around downtown Memphis for 20 extra minutes, I finally found the theatre where the Stage Manager works. I was so excited to see her! There was nothing too exciting about the evening, other than the constant hugs and squeals of joy at me just getting to be in the same city as her. We had a late dinner and crashed pretty early.
I was amazed at how teeny tiny her apartment is! I remember when she moved in and she called me crying because it was small and dirty and...small. I honestly don't think there's a better representative of an apartment for the starving artist. These interns get paid very minimally and their living quarters are minimal as well. She shares this small, 2 bedroom apt with some guy who also works with the theatre. They get along well enough, I guess, but it's obvious they just try to stay out of each other's way. Her bedroom could definitely be 2 of my closets. Her closet is in her living room. It was so small! I was amazed...but I guess that's the life you have to live if you wanna do theatre. That's how you gotta start out in this biz'ness. =)
Anyways, Saturday rolled around and she took me to the cutest cafe next to her apartment. She says that it rarely looks the same inside because the owners always rearrange the tables, putting different games, table cloths, flowers or other things on the different tables. It was a very eclectic little cafe and the coffee was delicious!
She had to work a little during the afternoon, so I spent my time looking through an old bookstore and going to a local mall to buy a new pair of jeans! Which I did successfully. =) I met the Stage Manager for her dinner break, then she had to go back to the theatre for the Saturday night show: August: Osage County! I had seen the show once on Broadway a couple of years ago. It's definitely a great show, even better if you think you have a crazy family, it will make you feel better about your own life. Such a great show.
Saturday night we went out to a nightclub. It was...interesting. And that's really all I can say about that.
Sunday, more work for the Stage Manager. In true theatre form, her only day off is Monday. So while she did her managing of the stage, I went to her theatre's sister and watched Grey Gardens, another show about a crazy family. It was...interesting. The lead actress was phenomenal, and the supporting cast was good. It was great for a free show, but maybe not something I would see again? It would have been much better had it not been a musical. =)
Sunday night, the Stage Manager and I went out to a fancy dinner. It'd been awhile since I'd gotten all dressed up and I was so glad to be doing it with my best friend. After some yummy spinach artichoke ravioli and a huge chunk of chocolate cake, we decided to hit a local hangout spot with some of her intern theatre pals. It was a fun night, getting to meet everyone and learn more about these people who have been "taking care" of my best friend. I am so thankful for them being there for her, especially since I live so far away from her.
Monday was my last day, and it was a sad/happy day. As I mentioned before, it was her day off, so I was glad to be able to spend most of it with her. She took me to my new favorite home-style restaurant. I ordered hot cakes and they were oh so delicious! Not to mention, the cook added "ears" to them, so they looked like mickey mouse heads! My grandma used to do that when I was little, so happy memories were floating all around me, even up to the wood paneled walls, just like in her house. =) We then did a little shopping, had frozen yogurt, and went to the University of Memphis where we looked at an Egyptian exhibit in their museum. We met an Egyptologist who told us the story of the real mummy we saw (it had spent time in a pawn shop before being studied!)
It was a beautiful day, but ended sadly with me having to drive all the way back home. I already miss the Stage Manager, but knowing that I get to see her again in a few months makes things a little better. She's been with me through so much, and even though we've only been friends for a couple of years, I know we'll be friends forever. So here's to you Stage Manager, I love you and had a great time with you this past weekend. I can't wait to see you again!
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saw A Favorite Today!
Band that is... Somehow convinced Dpad to travel to OKC with me tonight to see He is We, one of my favorite bands. I discovered them first semester my senior year at OBU while in the scene design studio. I was working late late hours trying to finish my scene design homework, playing random music on Purevolume.com (great site by the way, you should check it out, it's a great place to find up and coming musicians). He is We started playing and I fell in love. Sadly, my love for them has only spread to a couple of my dear friends, who are (of course!) now not living in this state to go see the band with me!
Luckily Dpad was willing to go, despite never really listening to the band. I've always had a hard time at concerts listening to the openers, because for one, unless you know the songs, it's somewhat hard to hear what the lyrics actually are, so you basically hope that they're catchy enough to follow along. And for two, you go to concerts to hear the bands you want to hear...and just get stuck listening to the openers. (By the way! Not trying to out down the opening bands. Musicians have to get their start somewhere. I've even discovered some great music because of openers...I'm just saying, their usually not why people go to a show.) Anyways, so yeah, sometimes listening to bands you've never heard of is somewhat...not fun, so I don't even know why Dpad agreed to go, other than to be a good friend. =)
The show was held at The Conservatory in OKC...the place is shady! It's in the middle of this worn down part of town and the sign on the building is so hard to catch from the road...we drove past it twice. It's a really small venue and I was surprised that shows would even happen here. But it worked. The crowd wasn't completely overwhelming the music wasn't horribly loud and what not. I will say that I definitely felt out of place as far as "looks" were concerned. It's a very "hipster" type atmosphere. Guys with beanies, plaid shirts, semi-long hair. Girls with flowery tops, skinny jeans. Everyone with TOMS shoes, ear gauges, and hair cuts I could have given at the age of four...again, not dissing this in any way...it's just a style I'm not really a part of.
Luckily, I wasn't there to be part of the hipster scene, nor did I really care about where the location was...I just wanted to see my band. And they were amazing. As opposed to the other 3 groups that played that night, the crowd seemed to know every song that He is We played. They screamed the loudest for them, and demanded "ONE MORE SONG" at the end of their set. When the band left the stage after an amazing set, the crowd seemed to disappear, either out the door or to the merch table to get autographs and photos with the lead singer and guitarist...and the head liner of the show got a smaller crowd! I was so proud of He is We. The performance was great, the crowd loved it, and Dpad said they were actually pretty good. =) I can't wait to see what the future has in store for them!
Check them out!!! He is We Music.com OR at PureVolume.com =)
Luckily Dpad was willing to go, despite never really listening to the band. I've always had a hard time at concerts listening to the openers, because for one, unless you know the songs, it's somewhat hard to hear what the lyrics actually are, so you basically hope that they're catchy enough to follow along. And for two, you go to concerts to hear the bands you want to hear...and just get stuck listening to the openers. (By the way! Not trying to out down the opening bands. Musicians have to get their start somewhere. I've even discovered some great music because of openers...I'm just saying, their usually not why people go to a show.) Anyways, so yeah, sometimes listening to bands you've never heard of is somewhat...not fun, so I don't even know why Dpad agreed to go, other than to be a good friend. =)
The show was held at The Conservatory in OKC...the place is shady! It's in the middle of this worn down part of town and the sign on the building is so hard to catch from the road...we drove past it twice. It's a really small venue and I was surprised that shows would even happen here. But it worked. The crowd wasn't completely overwhelming the music wasn't horribly loud and what not. I will say that I definitely felt out of place as far as "looks" were concerned. It's a very "hipster" type atmosphere. Guys with beanies, plaid shirts, semi-long hair. Girls with flowery tops, skinny jeans. Everyone with TOMS shoes, ear gauges, and hair cuts I could have given at the age of four...again, not dissing this in any way...it's just a style I'm not really a part of.
Luckily, I wasn't there to be part of the hipster scene, nor did I really care about where the location was...I just wanted to see my band. And they were amazing. As opposed to the other 3 groups that played that night, the crowd seemed to know every song that He is We played. They screamed the loudest for them, and demanded "ONE MORE SONG" at the end of their set. When the band left the stage after an amazing set, the crowd seemed to disappear, either out the door or to the merch table to get autographs and photos with the lead singer and guitarist...and the head liner of the show got a smaller crowd! I was so proud of He is We. The performance was great, the crowd loved it, and Dpad said they were actually pretty good. =) I can't wait to see what the future has in store for them!
Check them out!!! He is We Music.com OR at PureVolume.com =)
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sending a Blog from My Ex's House...
Most people would think it strange that I hangout with my ex-boyfriend Dpad on a regular basis. There might even be some friends who say it's a "bad idea". Sitting on his couch, playing on the computer while he plays his new video game...it's not something most exes do...
We've always been something of an anomaly when it comes to the rules of dating and breaking up...and dating and breaking up. We've been friends for years and I guess you could say that despite the break-up, we didn't want to lose that friendship. We enjoy spending time together, we make each other laugh, I'm pretty sure we've both made the other cry...I mean...he's never cried, he's a man! They don't cry, right?! =) We've been through so much together. There have been days when I've felt like he's the only person I can go to with my troubles. I'd like to think he's had days when I'm the only one he could go to. We're great at reading the other, I don't necessarily need to really try and act like I'm upset or happy or extremely bothered by something because he can tell by looking at me in about a second, which I guess is a good thing but it makes it really hard to lie...not that I'd want to...*cough* =)
When I started typing this particular post, I didn't really know what I wanted to say, or even that I had anything important to actually write about, but I thought it'd be a fun idea. Especially once Dpad turned around in his "gaming" chair and asked, "What are you doing?", took one look at my face and assumed I was up to no good. I said, "Typing in my blog!" and he responded with, "About me?" See? He already knew even though I wasn't planning on telling him, because, as you might have noticed, he's the only person that actually follows this blog at this moment., so he'd eventually read it.
To this day, I guess neither of us really knows what to expect when it comes to us, but luckily we both roll with the punches and just wait it out to see what happens next.
Ooh...I just realized the point of this post. Being friends with your ex is, in fact, possible. I realize that Dpad and I are definitely a special case, but we've both decided that our friendship is worth the work, despite that awkward "...oh yeah...we've dated". He's truly a great guy, even if he doesn't quite realize that every day (which he should!!!) I'm super thankful for the friendship I have with him and wouldn't trade it for anything...short of a million dollars... =)
We've always been something of an anomaly when it comes to the rules of dating and breaking up...and dating and breaking up. We've been friends for years and I guess you could say that despite the break-up, we didn't want to lose that friendship. We enjoy spending time together, we make each other laugh, I'm pretty sure we've both made the other cry...I mean...he's never cried, he's a man! They don't cry, right?! =) We've been through so much together. There have been days when I've felt like he's the only person I can go to with my troubles. I'd like to think he's had days when I'm the only one he could go to. We're great at reading the other, I don't necessarily need to really try and act like I'm upset or happy or extremely bothered by something because he can tell by looking at me in about a second, which I guess is a good thing but it makes it really hard to lie...not that I'd want to...*cough* =)
When I started typing this particular post, I didn't really know what I wanted to say, or even that I had anything important to actually write about, but I thought it'd be a fun idea. Especially once Dpad turned around in his "gaming" chair and asked, "What are you doing?", took one look at my face and assumed I was up to no good. I said, "Typing in my blog!" and he responded with, "About me?" See? He already knew even though I wasn't planning on telling him, because, as you might have noticed, he's the only person that actually follows this blog at this moment., so he'd eventually read it.
To this day, I guess neither of us really knows what to expect when it comes to us, but luckily we both roll with the punches and just wait it out to see what happens next.
Ooh...I just realized the point of this post. Being friends with your ex is, in fact, possible. I realize that Dpad and I are definitely a special case, but we've both decided that our friendship is worth the work, despite that awkward "...oh yeah...we've dated". He's truly a great guy, even if he doesn't quite realize that every day (which he should!!!) I'm super thankful for the friendship I have with him and wouldn't trade it for anything...short of a million dollars... =)
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Reminded of His Power
These past couple of days have been pretty rough, especially for a certain few of my friends. They've dealt with doubt and inner pain, frustration, nervousness... Yesterday was THE day for one of my good friends. While I can't go into detail, I am happy to say that the cards that were dealt to my friend were much...better than we all originally thought. We left happy, hugging and crying, smiling and just thankful for God's mercy. I realize that this might make no sense to those who have no idea what I am talking about, and for that I apologize. However, that isn't necessarily the point of this blog.
Throughout this whole experience with said friend, so many prayers have been offered up. My prayers, his prayers, prayers from friends, family, even my family, even from my own friends that don't even know him. People who I didn't even know prayed...they did as well.
I've always accepted "God's will" in my life. Sometimes, I realize full well that I have not been following what He would have me do in life, other times I can see His hand in exactly what I am doing. In this particular case, I knew that whatever the final decision, it would be what God would allow, but never in all my dreams did I expect the Mercy that God showed us yesterday. God's grace and love showered over my friend and our friends and his family like I hadn't seen in a long while. In a situation where anything could go terribly wrong, where many could have been hurt or upset, where the final decision could have broken our hearts, God gave us a tremendous sense of hope.
And that's ultimately what this blog is about: God's power. It's a beautiful thing. When you're completely down, He can take care of you, He can love on you, He can let you sit on His lap and just cry until the bad feels a little better. There's a song that has always been such a comfort to me, in the bad times, even in the good times:
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When I cannot feel, when my wounds don't heal
Lord I humbly kneel, hidden in You
Lord, You are my life so I don't mind to die
Just as long as I am hidden in You
If I could just sit with You a while, if You could just hold me
Nothing could touch me though I'm wounded, though I die
If I could just sit with You a while, I need You to hold me
Moment by moment, 'till forever passes by
When I know I’ve sinned when I should have been
Crying out my God and hidden in you
Lord I need you now, more than I know how
So I humbly bow, hidden in you.
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There's always been a great comfort at the idea of being able to go sit on My God's lap and share with Him all my problems and just cry out to Him and let Him hold me. I love the idea of a strong Father to hug me tight. And that's how I felt yesterday. I know that's my friend help, and I'm hoping that's how everyone there felt as well.
Praise God Who loves us, even when it's hard to love ourselves. Praise God Who is constantly watching over us!
Throughout this whole experience with said friend, so many prayers have been offered up. My prayers, his prayers, prayers from friends, family, even my family, even from my own friends that don't even know him. People who I didn't even know prayed...they did as well.
I've always accepted "God's will" in my life. Sometimes, I realize full well that I have not been following what He would have me do in life, other times I can see His hand in exactly what I am doing. In this particular case, I knew that whatever the final decision, it would be what God would allow, but never in all my dreams did I expect the Mercy that God showed us yesterday. God's grace and love showered over my friend and our friends and his family like I hadn't seen in a long while. In a situation where anything could go terribly wrong, where many could have been hurt or upset, where the final decision could have broken our hearts, God gave us a tremendous sense of hope.
And that's ultimately what this blog is about: God's power. It's a beautiful thing. When you're completely down, He can take care of you, He can love on you, He can let you sit on His lap and just cry until the bad feels a little better. There's a song that has always been such a comfort to me, in the bad times, even in the good times:
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When I cannot feel, when my wounds don't heal
Lord I humbly kneel, hidden in You
Lord, You are my life so I don't mind to die
Just as long as I am hidden in You
If I could just sit with You a while, if You could just hold me
Nothing could touch me though I'm wounded, though I die
If I could just sit with You a while, I need You to hold me
Moment by moment, 'till forever passes by
When I know I’ve sinned when I should have been
Crying out my God and hidden in you
Lord I need you now, more than I know how
So I humbly bow, hidden in you.
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There's always been a great comfort at the idea of being able to go sit on My God's lap and share with Him all my problems and just cry out to Him and let Him hold me. I love the idea of a strong Father to hug me tight. And that's how I felt yesterday. I know that's my friend help, and I'm hoping that's how everyone there felt as well.
Praise God Who loves us, even when it's hard to love ourselves. Praise God Who is constantly watching over us!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Movin' On Up....
As mentioned awhile ago, there was talk of me moving to Dallas for my job. I haven't heard anything yet, so I'm highly doubting I'm going to even have to worry about it. The fact is, I'm glad I at least tried. Makes me even a little proud of myself. Also, I'm slightly relieved. I don't really want to move to another state for a job...not just yet in my life. Maybe one day, but not right now. So, whew. =)
However, there has been some more news as of late for a "new" job. There is a possibility of me moving up at my current location as a shift manager. The position would help me add to my resume. I can actually say I've managed people, which looks good on any resume and is definitely looked at in the Human Resource world...which is where I one day hope to be.
Nothing is set in stone, but it's a very high possibility. I'm excited about the idea, and also a little nervous about learning new things and wanting to be great at the job I'm given every day. So say a little prayer for me and let's hope that whatever is supposed to be, will be. =)
However, there has been some more news as of late for a "new" job. There is a possibility of me moving up at my current location as a shift manager. The position would help me add to my resume. I can actually say I've managed people, which looks good on any resume and is definitely looked at in the Human Resource world...which is where I one day hope to be.
Nothing is set in stone, but it's a very high possibility. I'm excited about the idea, and also a little nervous about learning new things and wanting to be great at the job I'm given every day. So say a little prayer for me and let's hope that whatever is supposed to be, will be. =)
Friday, March 4, 2011
Dark Humor...sometimes it ain't so bad...
I like to think of myself as a positive and uplifting person. I enjoy laughing and having a good time. I realize that some things aren't funny. Some things are rude, and shouldn't be laughed at. Some things are considered to cross the line...this comic might come close to it...but I've loved Cyanide and Happiness for years now...so hear ya go. =)
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Despite Not Being in School Anymore...
After being a part of some form of learning environment from preschool to college for approximately 20 years I finally decided it was time to end my career of academics. I even went back to school after I graduated because my alma mater now offers classes for free for graduates. I've always enjoyed school. The tests and papers were never really that difficult for me, although of course I complained about a heavy workload more than I ever really should have. I liked to think of myself as the student who would go home to mom and dad and say, "Hey, did you know this?..." It's always been fun to learn new things and therefore, make myself a more intelligent and well-rounded person.
After graduating college and going back for an extra semester "just for fun", I decided it was time to stop. There needed to be more focus on getting a career, which would be hard to do if I was in class all semester long. So that was my "big" decision this year. I was somewhat sad because of course one of my first thoughts was "now I don't get to learn anything...anymore...le sigh". Of course that it just ridiculous thinking. And I know that, but could never really understand why until I came across this quote:
"There is no difference between living and learning...it is impossible and misleading and harmful to think of them as being separate." - John Holt, author
Isn't is beautiful?! If you haven't noticed by now, I occasionally enjoy quotes...and then reflecting on them. So this was my quote for today. =) I enjoy the thought of learning, no matter what the classroom, because the classroom is anywhere you make it. I meet new people at my work every day. Many of them share stories or little tidbits of life. Many of the older men that come in have fun little jokes to share. I love hearing the "when I was your age milk cost a nickel" and that sort of thing. Learning can be anywhere and you don't have to learn "book smart" things. I don't necessarily need to learn the exact date of that exact battle that happened in that exact country...but I always can if I want to. I learn more about myself every day in the hardships I've faced and how I've dealt with them. So many of my friends are struggling with so many different obstacles in life, and some others seems as if they are at the highest point they've ever been at and they keep growing in their success. I watch them and I learn more about who they are on the inside, and I learn about who I am as a friend. Whether I learn how encouraging I can be, or how lousy of a friend I can sometimes be as well, I am still learning!
I think it's a beautiful concept. Learning is wherever you are, you just have to open your eyes, no, your mind(!) and see all that's around you. And as if this couldn't be any cheesier, learning can be fun...just learn about the things and the people that you love. =)
After graduating college and going back for an extra semester "just for fun", I decided it was time to stop. There needed to be more focus on getting a career, which would be hard to do if I was in class all semester long. So that was my "big" decision this year. I was somewhat sad because of course one of my first thoughts was "now I don't get to learn anything...anymore...le sigh". Of course that it just ridiculous thinking. And I know that, but could never really understand why until I came across this quote:
"There is no difference between living and learning...it is impossible and misleading and harmful to think of them as being separate." - John Holt, author
Isn't is beautiful?! If you haven't noticed by now, I occasionally enjoy quotes...and then reflecting on them. So this was my quote for today. =) I enjoy the thought of learning, no matter what the classroom, because the classroom is anywhere you make it. I meet new people at my work every day. Many of them share stories or little tidbits of life. Many of the older men that come in have fun little jokes to share. I love hearing the "when I was your age milk cost a nickel" and that sort of thing. Learning can be anywhere and you don't have to learn "book smart" things. I don't necessarily need to learn the exact date of that exact battle that happened in that exact country...but I always can if I want to. I learn more about myself every day in the hardships I've faced and how I've dealt with them. So many of my friends are struggling with so many different obstacles in life, and some others seems as if they are at the highest point they've ever been at and they keep growing in their success. I watch them and I learn more about who they are on the inside, and I learn about who I am as a friend. Whether I learn how encouraging I can be, or how lousy of a friend I can sometimes be as well, I am still learning!
I think it's a beautiful concept. Learning is wherever you are, you just have to open your eyes, no, your mind(!) and see all that's around you. And as if this couldn't be any cheesier, learning can be fun...just learn about the things and the people that you love. =)
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