Mountains are Passing

The end is near: UA's semester is coming to a close, and so it SHS, and I will be a graduate and 18 and free to be beautiful.
I have a total of five days, as I know, of classes/exams left, counting today as one of these.
Almost a month until I leave for Camp and I leave Streetsboro forever.
There have been two house showings so far, and we have one tonight, and all have been very promising. I cannot wait until I can make messes again.
My birthday is coming up. It doesn't mean too much for me, but the date is my symbolism of moving on from this place, and this home and these people. There is a goodbye party planned.
I always plan it. I've been having an annual end of the year party since I was in eighth grade.
I'm remembering the different times, the laughter, the different friends that have come and gone, and the changes I have found in me. I'm still finding that I'm fine with the changing.
I drove Marie to her voice lesson yesterday, and listened in, and when it was over, and her voice lesson teacher came out and said, "Who are you?" Marie called from the other room "my sister" and then she said,"Look at that forehead!" and proceeded for the next ten or fifteen minutes to have me sing a couple notes, and then talk about how I could sing with Marie to help her out. And it was fun.
But that's it right now. I don't have other things to say.

School

I found out I'm in the top ten at my high school.
Considering that I decided to go to college the past two years that's really good.
Especialty considering that I also got 1.4 Bs.
I'm excited and happy about it.
Unfortunately, as of today me attending Prom is on the line.
The rules are that no homeschooled kids come..
Not that I'm homeschoolled, but Xak is.
As of now I'm not worried, but by tomorrow, when I know the answer, I'll either be or not be.
There are two weeks left of classes at UA.
And That means four class days for me.
But I'm going to last because I have stability.
And optimism. And I'm just that good.
We are putting the house up on the market soon. I think possibly next week.
We are also trading the white car for a green Daewo.
I'm pumped.
Since I'm not tired yet, I'm going to study.
I can't wait until Saturday.

Debating the Future.

So I've been debating whether to become a nurse or go to medical school and become a surgeon, and now I'm wondering if I'm just going to go to school, and everything else is going to turn out, and God's going to show me something I didn't see before that is even better than what I pick.

Medical School is long. Residencies are long as well. There's a lot of book work. But I LOVE it. I love learning. Maybe I'm just sick of books right now, as I have been reading so much for such unuseful classes (for my major). (The classes are actually helping me learn about myself, for life, but not for what i want to do.)

If I became a nurse, I could be a Psych nurse, or a surgical nurse, or an emergency nurse. Mom mentioned to me the other day that I could also become a nurse practitioner and then have the ability to help patients.

But I was just on http://www.bls.gov/oco/ocos074.htm and I was reading about medical school, and I love the idea of learning about all of these things, and then going to work in a hospital. I can't ever make up my mind! I want to be a surgeon, general, or neuro! Maybe I should start studying now.

I wonder what I'm going to want to be tomorrow.

Ode To Dead Flowers

Dead Flowers, how you lay wilted and frozen
The sun has chosen, to hide behind the clouds.
Deceased of the Beauty, only the root, buld remains
Then next spring, you'll return, with vigor and gain.
I have no fear for the future, especially for you,
But now, today, I will miss the colors, the pretty morning prelude
The bright yellows and the reds, or blues of the petals-
Back into the ground, the sound dirt to settle.


That was my interesting attempt at spontaneous poetry.
But I was some daffadils overwhelmed by the snow, and even though they aren't human, they should get some recognition. They come back every year, without fail. That's more consistant than humans.

Some other things I have been processing. I was thinking of majoring in Psychology. I'm one who always wonders about why humans enjoy the things that they do, and so I've been thinking about that idea. I was also thinking of Nursing, because I'm impatient. I want to do the hands on stuff right away--I'm so sick of the bookwork. So I think that might be a good career choice. I'd like to take classes in Music, and Psychology and Nursing.
We'll see. The sun will shine brighter tomorrow. And God will provide. I have no fear. Except that I will be dehydrated. But that is my own fault.

How you doin'?, All in a Day's Work, and everything else

I was studying in the hallway of a building on campus of UA, and I was lying down on a bench. It was early in the morning, and so there weren't very many people around, so I didn't feel uncomfortable with lying like that. A few people would sauter through the hall, some talking on their phones, some going to the bathroom, some just pushing through to get to their classes. So I was just part of the wall for most. But then someone, who was walking through the hallway, not facing me, said, "How you doin'?" I had no idea he was addressing me, until he walked into my view, and I looked up, and saw he was looking at me intently as he walked away. And I realized that I'd just been hit upon. Hooray. . . I didn't know my butt was THAT nice, but thanks for informing me.

I work at a home-based daycare, and deal with very interesting situations, to say the least. This week, I took a dead hamster and put it in a shoebox for my boss, so that she could take it to the petstore and get a new one. I dealt with three different ideas of how to deal with the kids--my boss's, and two other ladies that I work with. I changed more than my share of poopy diapers. Today we put down one of the two year old girls for a nap, and she didn't quit screaming for half an hour, and we had to tell her sternly that she was waking up everyone else several times. Lunch was fish sticks and green beans. But I had a Fiber bar, a Nutrigrain bar, and an orange. Good deal. The four-month old that we watch didn't take a nap this morning. We couldn't figure out why, and I just entertained him for a good while. Then when I left to take my boss's son to preschool, (which his finger got squashed in the door handle on the the way out of the car, and was crying when he went into preschool) the other lady that was working with me changed his diaper, and said that he had a REALLY bad poop--that it was in his onesy and got all over him when she took it off of him. I was glad that I missed it. I'm not too amazing with poop. Earlier in the week, she had me hose down a picnic table for the kids to sit at outside. I unloaded the dishwasher this morning. And when we were all in the playroom, I was sitting in the rocking chair, and one after another, soon I had four little girls sitting on my lap, and curious as to why I was reading a Nuevo Testamento. (I'm working my Spanish, and my bible time together.)

It rained gross today. I'm really jealous of those who get to enjoy the amazing weather of Honduras, while I get to stay in Ohio, and write papers, study for exams, and change diapers. But I am content. My time will come. But today, my dad and I went running, regardless of the rain, and we did two miles, probably the fastest we've done it together. We aren't fast runners, and we tend to want to quit early indiviually, but when we run together, we accomplish and extend to distances, and slightly, speeds which we couldn't do by ourselves. Thus why it is going to be difficult for me to run next week, because my dad will be in SD, doing some pastoral work at his former high school, and some churches in the area. I'm actually driving him to the airport tomorrow morning, at 5:00 in the morning.