tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36153871532051313102024-03-05T03:31:43.738-05:00small town values and a simple lifestyletwenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-16573048347951060572009-01-27T15:31:00.003-05:002009-01-27T16:04:04.848-05:00isn't that just lovely?<variable name="bgcolor" description="Page Background Color" type="color" default="#000000" value="#000000"><variable name="textcolor" description="Text Color" type="color" default="#8E0B4A" value="#8E0B4A"><variable name="linkcolor" description="Link Color" type="color" default="#E2D8CE" value="#E2D8CE"><variable name="pagetitlecolor" description="Blog Title Color" type="color" default="#E2D8CE" value="#E2D8CE"><variable name="descriptioncolor" description="Blog Description Color" type="color" default="#E2D8CE" value="#E2D8CE"><variable name="titlecolor" description="Post Title Color" type="color" default="#E2D8CE" value="#E2D8CE"><variable name="bordercolor" description="Border Color" type="color" default="#6C833A" value="#6C833A"><variable name="sidebarcolor" description="Sidebar Title Color" type="color" default="#8E0B4A" value="#8E0B4A"><variable name="sidebartextcolor" description="Sidebar Text Color" type="color" default="#8E0B4A" value="#8E0B4A"><variable name="visitedlinkcolor" description="Visited Link Color" type="color" default="#8E0B4A" value="#8E0B4A"><variable name="bodyfont" description="Text Font" type="font" default="normal normal 100% Georgia, Serif" value="normal normal 100% Georgia, Serif"><variable name="headerfont" description="Sidebar Title Font" type="font" default="normal normal 78% 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,Sans-serif" value="normal normal 78% 'Trebuchet MS',Trebuchet,Arial,Verdana,Sans-serif"><variable name="pagetitlefont" description="Blog Title Font" type="font" default="normal normal 200% Georgia, Serif" value="normal normal 200% Georgia, Serif"><variable name="descriptionfont" description="Blog Description Font" type="font" default="normal normal 78% 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, Sans-serif" value="normal normal 78% 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, Sans-serif"><variable name="postfooterfont" description="Post Footer Font" type="font" default="normal normal 78% 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, Sans-serif" value="normal normal 78% 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Arial, Verdana, Sans-serif"></variable><span style="position: relative; top: -1px; left: 0px;">this morning i awoke to this e-mail...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Jackie,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I need to talk with you about an FYI situation. Do you have a few minutes today, tomorrow, or Friday, in which we could meet?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Thanks, Jackie. I hope you’re having a good semester!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">-Nancy</span><br /><br />my first thought was "crap, what did i do!" i realize that there is no mention about her being displeased with me, that i did something wrong or that it was even a bad "situation" to start with but that response says a lot about who i am. "<span style="font-weight: bold;">we need to talk</span>" is one of the meanest things you can say to me. "<span style="font-weight: bold;">i need to talk to you</span>" i almost just as bad. i <span style="font-style: italic;">will </span>panic, i <span style="font-style: italic;">will</span> think back over everything that has happened within the past year to figure out what horrible and terrible thing i have done that has taken you to such drastic proportions as to say "<span style="font-weight: bold;">we need to talk</span>". most times i will also never tell you that i did this prior to our engagement.<br /><br />am i paranoid? yes. weird? you bet. but we all have our quirks, so i hope you'll love me just the same.<br /><br />anyways i e-mailed nancy back and set up an appointment for 2:30 and began the thinking/panic process... i couldn't find anything. nancy always praised me for my wonderful work and dedication as a fyi leader and the program ended over three months ago.<br /><br />2:30 came and i went to her office and our conversation went a little like this...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">nancy: "i needed to apologize to you in person"</span><br /><br />jackie: <span style="font-style: italic;">what is she talking about...</span> "okay."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">nancy: "the other day i was on the phone with <a href="http://shaw0818.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-shit-that-could.html">little shit<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">'</span></a>s mom, his older sister is roommates with my daughter and we were talking about housing payments for next school year"</span><br /><br />jackie: <span style="font-style: italic;">oh great, we're talking about "it" again</span>..."oh, okay..."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">nancy: "anyways, as we were talking she said 'thank you for everything you did so that my son, little shit, could pass fyi. did you know that he didn't even pass college study methods?"</span><br /><br />jackie: <span style="font-style: italic;">pass fyi? of course nancy corrected her, told her that he did not pass because he did not come...couldn't pass college study methods? shocker!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">nancy:"...so i couldn't correct her on the phone. but i called academic records and they said that i did submit a passing grade for little shit. i am not going to correct it now, but i just wanted to say that i was sorry in person. i know you must be upset about this."</span><br /><br />jackie: <span style="font-style: italic;">so let me get this right, you didn't correct momma shit? you made the mistake and you're not going to fix it, right...you hope i'm not upset? upset? that doesn't even begin to describe it! this kid drove me crazy all semester. he was rude and late all the time, and that's when he bothered to come at all! he did not participate, he did not do what was required and <span style="font-weight: bold;">he did not pass</span> and now he gets away with it all because you made a mistake and pressed 'p' instead of 'f' on a keyboard!? no, i'm not at all <span style="font-weight: bold;">upset</span> about this...</span>"well nancy, whatever you feel is the appropreate action in this situation..."<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">nancy: "jackie, i'm sorry. you know next year fyi won't even count for credit anymore."</span><br /><br />jackie:"well, isn't that fortunate for him"<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable></variable>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-43518904919611655562009-01-22T14:47:00.005-05:002009-01-22T15:13:04.317-05:00a way, way over do memea long time ago i was tagged in my first meme ever by my wonderful cousin from the <a href="http://thedaniels5.blogspot.com/">daniels 5</a>. <span style="font-size:78%;">however, i did not do it.</span> before the gnashing of teeth and gasps and tears start, i can defend myself. i was tagged over chirstmas break and for many reasons my family lacks the internet at my house (along with a home phone line, cable/satellite and other things that i'm very happy we do not have). anyways here's the deal, this meme was supposed to be an instant snapshot of you, just as you are when you discovered that you've been tagged. needless to say i did not have a camera to capture the wonderful joy on my face of being tagged right at that very moment. i got the impression that one was supposed to be looking "au natural" in this said picture so i thought that i should keep it that way when i posted it. further, i never really thought about it once i was back at school until i was all done up again...so here is my compromise. to complete my overdue meme, i will share a picture from christmas morning (as it was of me looking ever so "au natural" at 7 in the morning and still over christmas break AND there was joy on my face that day as well).<br /><br /><br />without further to adu, my meme.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnB11euWB2Z1nYZCurgQLZo3NGAavm3S2iuEnO90BD_a6YdcdkWeM_qFdjZfvnRfcEttf-9ZrCYE_XhG1qQMGrBRU_ZIj-vKbdmUT0Vs-4b4eircilZOPL-Ngrc9zYFhC2xb1kcjErQ6M/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC02016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnB11euWB2Z1nYZCurgQLZo3NGAavm3S2iuEnO90BD_a6YdcdkWeM_qFdjZfvnRfcEttf-9ZrCYE_XhG1qQMGrBRU_ZIj-vKbdmUT0Vs-4b4eircilZOPL-Ngrc9zYFhC2xb1kcjErQ6M/s320/Copy+of+DSC02016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294210910864207842" border="0" /></a><br />here i am all nice and happy on christmas day. this was not the only picture taken of me that morning. one of the reasons that i was so chipper (candy, presents, family, christmas breakfast, general merriment aside) was because of this.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjoUDTICUjwRJLeUawCl2XiFZQCMaLMElJYv_enpLSaJ2SPLBX0Ctk4pqdTJmK8ey_rTtOcxIde21BJt2gKzt0Y9w1UR10__WYkBWEXVkG0CQPRKW93KmpDKph-VFOu8gOQwpg8gCc0lA/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC02003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjoUDTICUjwRJLeUawCl2XiFZQCMaLMElJYv_enpLSaJ2SPLBX0Ctk4pqdTJmK8ey_rTtOcxIde21BJt2gKzt0Y9w1UR10__WYkBWEXVkG0CQPRKW93KmpDKph-VFOu8gOQwpg8gCc0lA/s320/Copy+of+DSC02003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294211791618922130" border="0" /></a><br />yes. that is a twenty-something year old girl, napping with her teddy bear on christmas day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So the rules:<br /><br />Take a picture of yourself.. right.. NOW!<br />Do <span style="font-style: italic;">NOT</span> change your clothes. Do <span style="font-style: italic;">NOT</span> fix your hair.. Just take a picture.<br />(It's like come as you are day, back in high school.. remember?)<br />Post that picture with NO editing.<br />Post these instructions with your picture.<br />Tag 3 people to play along.<br /><br />The tags:<br /><br />The Mister<br />The Missus<br /></div><br /><br /></div>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-20688984170459290342009-01-19T11:35:00.004-05:002009-01-22T12:39:29.303-05:00what's in a name?i've had a lot of names placed on me this past week. bitter. heartless. over analytical. hardened. just naming a few. a lot of these terms have come from various members of my family and they will tell you (i'm assuming) that this "new" outlook on life has developed as a result of my ending of my last romantic relationship, <span style="font-style: italic;">six months ago</span>.<br /><br />however this is not true. i say that your bitterness is my safety. your heartless is my realist. your over analytical is my thoughtfulness. your hardened is my wiser. and this is in no way a "new" outlook, if anything it is an old outlook. one that i'm dragging out of the closet (like neon colors from the 80's/90's) and re-wearing because they just fit better.<br /><br />i realize that i cannot please everyone, there will always be labels on me that are not flattering or pleasant, but what is it that makes me deserving of names? i was a little shocked to hear them, especially coming out in such abundance. i am not like shakespeare's <a href="http://www.sparknotes.com/shakespeare/shrew/characters.html">katherine</a>, in taming of the shrew; a women who is "sharp-tongued, quick-tempered, and prone to violence, practically against anyone who tries to marry her." nor am i like meyer's <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3erIh4sJIfE">bella</a>, twlight's poor excuse for a heroin, a girl who is catatonic and practically dead because she cannot have her edward.<br /><br />i am happy with the way things are. i do not need a relationship to confirm things about me. i do not need to have someone else to think about just so that i'll stop thinking of him. i'm doing alright and while i understand that these words may just be concern, do not be worried for me. there are big things in store and it will all come together in good time. until then, maybe we can keep the negative words to a minimum and maybe only use them in times of necessity?twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-70348389494330103352009-01-13T14:14:00.005-05:002009-01-13T14:22:53.889-05:00you and isomeday i will sing and dance to this song in the kitchen while i make some dinner for some husband of mine and maybe a child or two or three; and that day, that very day when the house is a mess and i have lots of bills and life is hard...i will be very happy.<br /><br /><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvMVCHhwTPs&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvMVCHhwTPs&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-22386291288641553042009-01-12T22:25:00.003-05:002009-01-12T23:00:37.864-05:00a good hard day.<span style="font-size:85%;">i have lots of catching up to do bloggin wise but i thought i'd start with this tag i got from the dayton time.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EzWtOHloijEKg2wUJ0wxx5gm2RGiI5zExah0vqtGMjglpz-ohrKEwdAFal7HfI_WLFcFlzLB__RErqnRu9O3pzfC6z4CwdsGQc_4x3GrmqJrHxuy1vWOUh8ZBqeEs5TeYITvYKYzx7w/s1600-h/danube+at+dusk.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EzWtOHloijEKg2wUJ0wxx5gm2RGiI5zExah0vqtGMjglpz-ohrKEwdAFal7HfI_WLFcFlzLB__RErqnRu9O3pzfC6z4CwdsGQc_4x3GrmqJrHxuy1vWOUh8ZBqeEs5TeYITvYKYzx7w/s320/danube+at+dusk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290615684094890690" border="0" /></a>
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<br />the rulers:
<br />1. go to your documents
<br />2. go to your 6th file.
<br />3. go to your 6th picture.
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<br />5. tag 6 friends to do the same.</span>
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<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJACQUE%7E1.SHA%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink {color:blue; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed {color:purple; text-decoration:underline; text-underline:single;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">this picture was taken this summer while i was in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">budapest</st1:place></st1:city>. the river in this picture is the danube. this was a beautiful day that i will always remember. that day we went to the <a href="http://www.budapest.com/TerrorHouseBudapest.htm"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">house of terror</span></a>, a monument that is created in memory of all of the citizens of the city who died during the second world war and then in the soviet occupation. after the visit there we went to see the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shoes_on_the_Danube_Promenade"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">shoes on the danube monument</span></a>. it was a very moving and a very difficult day for me. since i was a small child i have had a fear of the Nazi’s returning and have always struggled with a somewhat irrational fear of them returning to power overnight. i can remember living in the farm house when i was five years old (or so) laying in bed, and being able to hear my pulse in my ear and thinking that the sound i was hearing was the Nazi’s marching down the streets. i remember laying awake at night and thinking where i would hide my family in the event that they came back. in high school this fear was increased by being almost forced to watch schindler's list.
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<br />the day that we went to the house of terror i begged my professor to not make me go in; but he said that it is something that should at least experience as it was different than the holocaust museum in the states because it was on their soil. i cried the whole tour.
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<br />the amount of evil and hatred that was demonstrated during those years is something that i will never be able to understand. i will not be able to understand how it was tolerated for so long, allowed to escalade to the extent that i was and how it has happened again and again.
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<br />the day that i went to the danube was an experience that i will never forget, it is something that i am grateful that i experienced, it is something that i will never need to experience again.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:85%;">since i do not have six people to tag i will tag those i know</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">
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<br />twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-38615578946465822962008-12-18T15:57:00.006-05:002008-12-18T16:03:54.951-05:00yay i'm a grown up!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhw5k3THlUriqo-3rO49M4k6s8g6s3ioLubUmBo7SwltTVV27YkbunHPbrW8ZbkOw4Xcpmc33f_CtYMABXgjHhRYr8kfX4iodLpfC8upv0YQx6Kip3sitW8wHmtlMSSHiCMpQDmTSJpEc/s1600-h/jackie+and+poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhw5k3THlUriqo-3rO49M4k6s8g6s3ioLubUmBo7SwltTVV27YkbunHPbrW8ZbkOw4Xcpmc33f_CtYMABXgjHhRYr8kfX4iodLpfC8upv0YQx6Kip3sitW8wHmtlMSSHiCMpQDmTSJpEc/s320/jackie+and+poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281238631743336002" /></a><br />so i spent all semester researching this...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieKjQWNPvg9sY3qp5eQaRqY1wosN9JdhKFxBn26BXr4yWpwhTYZR0bGRsgTInKQMLX_qK8xqbYX8PJb2reJmFbkSh_uewpyHh2TVt4qRSkYKJFIGLS0lZ5mi9dp9YplU0RtcffH_I2g7Y/s1600-h/poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieKjQWNPvg9sY3qp5eQaRqY1wosN9JdhKFxBn26BXr4yWpwhTYZR0bGRsgTInKQMLX_qK8xqbYX8PJb2reJmFbkSh_uewpyHh2TVt4qRSkYKJFIGLS0lZ5mi9dp9YplU0RtcffH_I2g7Y/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281238059762327282" /></a><br /> <br />then i spent all day presenting it for my entire department!<br /><br />...and i got an A+twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-75105706033884667382008-12-18T02:04:00.003-05:002008-12-18T02:13:10.336-05:00in theory, this is a major part of me now.<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""></span></span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Jackie will demonstrate knowledge of the major concepts, theoretical perspectives, empirical findings, and historical trends in psychology.<span style=""></span><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p> She understands and can apply basic research methods in psychology, including research design, data analysis, and interpretation.<span style=""></span><o:p></o:p></span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> She respects and uses critical and creative thinking.<span style=""> </span>She'll employ the scientific approach to solve problems related to behavior and mental processes, and can analyze and think integratively from a Christian worldview. Jackie can understand and apply psychological principles to personal, spiritual, social, and organizational issues. Also, she is able to weigh evidence, tolerate ambiguity, and act ethically using values that underlie psychology and a Christian worldview.<span style=""></span><o:p></o:p></span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt;"></span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b style=""><o:p></o:p></b> She will demonstrate information competence and the ability to use computers and other technology<span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt;"> She is great at and is able to communicate effectively in a variety of verbal and written formats. Jackie recognizes, understands, and respects sociocultural and international diversity in a manner that prepares her to serve human needs.<span style=""></span><o:p></o:p></span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt;"></span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><b style=""><o:p></o:p></b> She developed insight into the functioning of her whole being (e.g., physical, mental, spiritual, and social) and applied effective strategies for self-management and self-improvement.<span style=""></span><o:p></o:p></span><b style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt;"></span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p> Jackie will emerge from her major with realistic ideas about how to implement her psychological knowledge, skills, and values in occupational pursuits in a variety of settings, and begin to determine her vocational path.<span style=""></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style=""></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-65436734896442888972008-12-15T12:01:00.002-05:002008-12-15T12:08:52.026-05:00<span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;" >I've been calling and calling for you, but you answer and I shut my mouth.<br />I've been searching and and searching for you, but myself I don't want to be found.<br /><br />You say "I am", You say "let go", You say "believe" but it's not that easy for me.<br />You say "wait", You say "right now", "don't you see your already one foot at the ground", You say.<br /><br />I've been wicked and wild and wrong and I've wondered the price of my shame.<br />I've been hiding my face for so long it's a wonder that You know my name.<br /><br />You say "come home", You say "I'm here", You say "there's some things you just can't control."<br />You say "let me", You say "Believe, why do you search for the answers you already know?"<br /><br />You say, "I am the way,and the light and the truth. Don't be mislead by the flight of your youth.<br />Have faith in the things you can't see to believe. What if you had faith in me?"<br /><br />You say "rest here, this is your home.Don't you see that you knew I was here all along?"<br />You see</span>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-30122881734405262942008-12-12T00:57:00.002-05:002008-12-13T00:32:38.049-05:00classic.one of my favorite chirstmas songs and one of my favorite christmas cartoons!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5m9_LXNOYM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H5m9_LXNOYM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-59585685642563140072008-12-10T23:22:00.003-05:002008-12-10T23:58:19.808-05:00for fear of sounding cocky.<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; 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I have just talked with a prospective intern for Hope. Jacquelyn (Jackie) Shaw<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> is a senior Psychology and Intercultural major who is interested in obtaining 6 hours of practicum credit.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> She already has classes here on Tuesday and Thursday, so she would be able to work on Monday and</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> Fridays. Although she has a car and housing in the flats down here I told her to consider staying up there<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> on weekends at times. I told her we could probably make the same sort of housing arrangements for her<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> as we did for Daniel Fukumoto. <b><i>She is excellent interpersonally. This year she was the FYI leader<br /></i></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><b><i> who I worked with as <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Mentor</st1:place></st1:city>, and she developed a great rapport with the students. </i></b>Also, she had<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> the school practicum at <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Fillmore</st1:placename> <st1:placename st="on">Central</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">School</st1:placetype></st1:place> that Daniel will be in this Spring. She knows Daniel and<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> has heard how much he learned and enjoyed the Hope experience. Pass this on to Bonnie and have her<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> email me. I am crafting email to all Psych. and Soc. students to see if we can interest anyone else. - Rich </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><br />d) i had a great night of sleep<o:p></o:p></p> <ol start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="">i slept for 8 hours, IN MY BED<o:p></o:p></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">e) i got complemented by a five year old<o:p></o:p></p> <ol start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="">"miss. jackie, i have a question!"<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">"yes sarah, what is your questions?"<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">"you're really beautiful"<o:p></o:p></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">f) i helped a disadvantaged child learn to read and built her self-confidence<o:p></o:p></p> <ol start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="">katlyn is a first grader who should be a second grader who has a very, very hard time with reading comprehension.<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">she also struggles with the confidence to read out loud<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">i have been working one on one with her all semester<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">today <i>she</i> commented on her progress and how she could remember more and more of the story.<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">i showed her first story recall and then compared it to the last we one did today (which was a massive improvement)<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">"miss. jackie, i'm a better reader because you've helped me so much"<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">she also didn't want to stop reading today<o:p></o:p></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">g) my supervisor loved me<o:p></o:p></p> <ol start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="">she was very sad that today was my last day at school<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">she was very, very pleased with my work<o:p></o:p></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="">she offered to write a glowing letter of recommendation for grad school/job<o:p></o:p></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">h) my social psychology prof praised me<o:p></o:p></p> <ol start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="">"jackie, you're really coming into your own identity as a psychologist. you should go to grad school because it's very exciting to see where you're going to go. where ever it is, you will succeed"<o:p></o:p></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">i) i made awesome chicken for dinner.<o:p></o:p></p> <ol start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="">lemon-italian herb-parmesan chicken<o:p></o:p></li></ol> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">j) i was an awesome friend to a friend who needed someone to listen<span style="font-size:10;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-3185795368606683302008-12-05T20:43:00.002-05:002008-12-05T20:48:34.192-05:00things i may or may not have done.<span style="font-weight: bold;">63!<br /><br />1. Started your own blog</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. Slept under the stars</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Played in a band</span><br />4. Visited Hawaii<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Watched a meteor shower</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Given more than you can afford to charity</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Been to Disneyworld</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. Climbed a mountain</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9. Held a praying mantis</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10. Sang a solo</span><br />11. Bungee jumped<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12. Visited Paris</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">13. Watched a lightning storm at sea</span><br />14. Taught yourself an art from scratch<br />15. Adopted a child<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">16. Had food poisoning</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">18. Grown your own vegetables</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France</span><br />20. Slept on an overnight train<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">21. Had a pillow fight</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">22. Hitch hiked</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">23. Taken a sick day when you're not ill</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">24. Built a snow fort</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">25. Held a lamb</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">26. Gone skinny dipping</span><br />27. Run a marathon<br />28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">29. Seen a total eclipse</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">30. Watched a sunrise or sunset</span><br />31. Hit a home run<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">32. Been on a cruise</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">33. Seen Niagara Falls in person</span><br />34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">35. Seen an Amish community</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">36. Taught yourself a new language</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied</span><br />38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">39. Gone rock climbing</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">40. Seen Michelangelo's David</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">41. Sung karaoke</span><br />42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant</span><br />44. Visited Africa<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">45. Walked on a beach by moonlight</span><br />46. Been transported in an ambulance<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">47. Had your portrait painted</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">48. Gone deep sea fishing</span><br />49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">52. Kissed in the rain</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">53. Played in the mud</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">54. Gone to a drive-in theater</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">55. Been in a movie</span><br />56. Visited the Great Wall of China<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">57. Started a business</span><br />58. Taken a martial arts class<br />59. Visited Russia<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">60. Served at a soup kitchen</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">62. Gone whale watching</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">63. Got flowers for no reason</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma</span><br />65. Gone sky diving<br />66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">67. Bounced a check</span><br />68. Flown in a helicopter<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">69. Saved a favorite childhood toy</span><br />70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">71. Eaten Caviar</span><br />72. Pieced a quilt<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">73. Stood in Times Square</span><br />74. Toured the Everglades<br />75. Been fired from a job<br />76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London<br />77. Broken a bone<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">78. Been on a speeding motorcycle</span><br />79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person<br />80. Published a book<br />81. Visited the Vatican<br />82. Bought a brand new car<br />83. Walked in Jerusalem<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">84. Had your picture in the newspaper</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">85. Read the entire Bible</span><br />86. Visited the White House<br />87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">88. Had chickenpox</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">89. Saved someone's life</span><br />90. Sat on a jury<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">91. Met someone famous</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">92. Joined a book club</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">93. Lost a loved one</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">94. Had a baby</span><br />95. Seen the Alamo in person<br />96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake<br />97. Been involved in a law suit<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">98. Owned a cell phone</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">99. Been stung by a bee</span><br />100. Seen Mount Rushmore in person<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">101. Learned to play an instrument</span>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-1903426664764927172008-12-05T10:04:00.009-05:002008-12-05T12:54:15.441-05:00the little shit that could.<p class="MsoNormal">i work with freshman; it is one of the 3 jobs-18 credits-7 credits of incompletes-internship-social life things that i manage. i am an fyi leader which means they pay us the equivalent of slave labor to baby-sit the freshman class for the first week they are here and every tuesday and thursday from 11-11:45. We are to "teach" them time management (which is pretty funny because most of us can't do that ourselves), the importance of a good relationship with profs, take them on a baby service day ect. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><br />Now, before i continue i think that i should take the time to say i <b>really</b> do like freshmen. it's bitter sweet to watch them arrive and say goodbye to their parentals, to take them and watch them as they form social groups, be supportive when they feel they cannot make it through college, help them find <i>good</i> on-campus jobs…ect. needless to say, at the end of the day it makes one feel pretty good about ones self. i have always been a supporter of the fyi program, why it was even in this very program that i met <a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v72/250/15/100300309/n100300309_30240493_7835.jpg">my first college best stephaine</a>, and then became closer with <a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v132/236/98/100300502/n100300502_30306308_7146.jpg">my second college best emma</a>. however, when i came to school this year with excited hopes for teaching and leading and friendship building i had no idea that i was about to meet....the little shit that could.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">fyi is <b><i><u>not</u></i><u> </u></b>hard. it is a one credit pass-fail class. this is what is required of you to pass. come to 2/3 of the lectures <i>prepared</i>. come to the big group lecture and sit <i>in your assigned seat</i>. <i>show up </i>and <i><span style="font-size:+0;"></span>participate in </i>service day. if you cannot, for any reason, participate in service day you must write a <i>two</i> page paper and hand it in <i>on time</i>. you must write a <i>500</i> word essay on something you believe and turn it in by the end of <i>fyi</i>, you may submit this by <i>e-mail.</i> <span style="font-size:+0;"></span>that’s it. now keep in mind <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Houghton</st1:placename> <st1:placetype st="on">College</st1:placetype></st1:place> catalogue states that in-order to graduate one must “…complete at least one major. Candidates for BA or BS degree must complete 124 semester hours plus one hour of First-Year Introductions (FYI) required of <i>all-first year students</i>” (emphasis added). so even if one does not like FYI, just go and do it. it is only 40 minutes,it's requried for graduation, it is not hard, fyi leaders are very nice (and pretty). they most likely bring homemade baked goodies (or at least little shit’s did)... alas this was all <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">too hard</span> for little shit. but little shit <u>was</u> smart. he read the syllabus. where it states that one must only obtain 65% of the points available in order to pass. so little shit decided not to come to fyi. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">at first he wasn’t as b.a. as he thought. so he would go to <i>other</i> people’s fyi group. to this my collogues would say “<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)">little shit, why are you here? this is </span><i style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)">not</i><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102)"> your group. you must go find jackie</span>.” to this little shit would reply “<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)">but i don’t know where she is</span>.” so i would send e-mails that told little shit how to find us, as it too, was not a hard thing to do. classes would come and go but little shit was no where to be found. i would see him on campus and say “li<span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">ttle shit, why weren’t you in class today? did you not remember where the room was? did you not know that it was tuesday/thursday?</span>” to this little shit would respond “<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)">oh man…i’m sorry. i did forget all about it. i wondered why i couldn’t get a hold of any of my friends</span>.” or he would say “<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)">i was having a really bad day and couldn’t come</span>”…or “<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)">i just don’t understand fyi and why it’s needed</span>"…"i<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)"> only need to do 65% for an a, so that’s what i’m going to do</span>” (i could even understand this one as i warned my boss freshman would do). to all of these excuses i said “<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)">little shit, let’s have lunch and talk about this attitude you have”. </span>little shit stood me up for lunch that day. that day, i went into the cafeteria and found him and said in my grown-up baby-sitter voice “<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)">little shit, you had plans to eat with me. it rude to stand someone up for a meal. now i am sorry, but we need to talk about you and fyi. i will be sitting at </span><i style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)">that</i><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"> table. when you are done with your conversation i expect that you will be honest to your word and come and join me!</span>”<span style="font-size:+0;"> </span>and he did.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">now little shit is a very good story teller and he is well versed in the tricks of houghton for someone so new. he told me many tales of “<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)">adjustment</span>” and how “j<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,51)">esus gave him an epiphany</span>” and how “<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)">he wasn’t coming back to houghton so he didn’t need fyi</span>” and how “<span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)">he will do better and be there next week</span>.” what little shit did not know, is that i was smart. i knew the tricks and the speeches, i had made them myself. so i chose my words carefully and said “<span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)">little shit, i understand. college is hard and starting is a lot at once. however, your attitude is not acceptable and it needs to change. your profs can see it, i can see it and your peers can see it. what is done is done and i cannot undo that. as you have pointed out you can still pass fyi. be careful only doing 65% because if you miscalculate i will </span><i style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)">not</i><span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"> find extra points to make it up for you. come to service day or write the paper, that will help and start coming and participating in lectures</span>.”…the next day little shit did not come to lecture.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">little shit did not show for another week. when he came the other students actually clapped. he sat in the back, one row further than i asked him too, he spoke but only about pulp fiction, and he said he would come to service day, which he did not do. he then didn't turn in the service day paper. he did not, could not sit in his assigned seat (and i was nice and gave him full credit anyways, because i'm not <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">that mean).</span>. and he would go to the house of <a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v107/7/101/100300352/n100300352_30275274_302.jpg">my second best college friend emma</a> (she lives with lots of people and he was visiting someone else) and would talk <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">crap</span> about moi!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">i have now had enough of little shit. finally the day came where grades were do. little shit earned 58% of the points needed. little shit did not pass fyi. little shit tried to e-mail me a one page paper about service a month late. i told him i could not accept this and that i could not give extra points for credit not earned. little shit asked in front of all his friends if he passed and i told him he did not. little shit got mad and wrote an email....</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0)">"Hello,<br />I am writing because I have heard from Jackie that as it stands right now I am not going to pass FYI. I know I started off the semester not very put together and as a consequence of that my attendance and her opinion of me has suffered.<br />At one point when I realized I needed to make changes and get my act together I asked Jackie if I could still pass the class if I attended all the classes and wrote the final paper and she said yes but that I had many strikes against me and she wasn't at all impressed with me.<br />After that I shaped up but missed one class after which I emailed Jackie, apologized, and wrote my service day paper in hopes that I could get half credit or something that could make up for that absence. She replied saying that she couldn't take it as it was too late and couldn't be counted for an attendance which I understand.<br />If there is anything I can do now to make up for my absence please let me know, I would be willing to write a paper highlighting things I have learned in FYI and how I have applied them to my education here or any other topic you wish.<br />I know that I have made mistakes in this class but I have been active in the discussions and have sought to learn and have, especially in the lectures that Prof. Stegan has attended and spoke at.<br />I have attached my service day paper and This I Believe paper in case you wanted to look at it, thank you very much for your time.<br />-little shit"</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">now this have been a <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">very</span> <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">long</span> blog but it is needed because i now have to give little shit more of my time that <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">i do not have </span>(and blogging this has been my study break/stress-reliever)<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">.<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"> <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>i have to meet and discuss all of this <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">again</span> with my boss. i do not have an extra minute/hour/day to give to him. i do not think he should pass. i do not believe that he has learned. i do not believe that he is sorry. i gave him many an chance. he lied. i do not think it would be grace to let him pass fyi and i do not think it is fair to the other fyi-ers who have worked hard.<br /></p>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-9172402315918296242008-12-01T18:09:00.004-05:002008-12-01T18:21:30.294-05:00it's the most wonderful time of the year...so what do you do when you spend hours applying to places like <a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.grad.buffalo.edu/admissions/">this,</a> <a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://www.rochester.edu/">this</a>, and <a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://www.canisius.edu/">this</a> and then something like <a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-sf2p/v103/215/97/413176/n413176_33725161_4213.jpg">this</a> gets a hold of you and says "hey, when are you done with school this semester? Wanna get together over your chirstmas break?"twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-19866589123034899612008-11-22T19:25:00.003-05:002008-12-01T18:26:52.352-05:00give thanks, with a grateful heart.taking a break from life to say a little thank you to jesus for some small/large things...<br />1) health<br />2) an amazing family<br />3) loyal friends<br />4) a college education<br />5) moral reasoning<br />6) forgiveness<br />7) grace<br />8) a healthy mind set<br />9) self-respect<br />10) sleep<br />11) healthy babies<br />12) medical care<br />13) eileen<br />14) warm clothing<br />15) the ability to travel<br />16) pets<br />17) technology<br />18)indoor plumbing<br />19) music<br />20) sunny days by the seaside<br /><br />thank you jesus.twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-40433936386607895552008-11-20T21:34:00.005-05:002008-11-24T00:16:11.960-05:00mmm this day is coming.<style>.hov:}</style><div id='Title' style='font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px'>Music Video:<a class='hov' style='display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://216.180.244.187/videos/a/adam_sandler/the_thanksgiving_song.html?userid=undefined" target='_blank'>THE THANKSGIVING SONG (by Adam Sandler)<p><embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://216.180.244.187/videos/a/adam_sandler/the_thanksgiving_song_203394.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='300' autostart='0' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'></embed></a><p style="margin:3px 0px"></div><br />"In the year 1621, the Pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving feast. They invited the great Indian chief Massasoit, who brought ninety of his brave Indians and a great abundance of food. Governor William Bradford and Captain Miles Standish were honored guests. Elder William Brewster, who was a minister, said a prayer that went something like this: 'We thank God for our homes and our food and our safety in a new land. We thank God for the opportunity to create a new world for freedom and justice." -<a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2161/2036438378_0f298de196.jpg?v=0">linus</a>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-27273571878813431232008-11-19T21:39:00.001-05:002008-11-19T22:25:37.661-05:00dr. jacquelyn shaw ph.d, tell me your problems and i'll charge a small feein light of my last real semester of college, the master field test, gre's, grad school applications and admission, freaking me out and not always feeling like i know what i am doing i have to keep reminding myself of the accomplishments that i've already made.<br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="https://images.efollett.com/spirit/v4/70467/alumnisealbumpersticker.jpg">"woah! dream big."</a>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-7254375835242376682008-11-18T23:29:00.000-05:002008-11-18T23:54:35.666-05:00there, there baby it's just textbook stuff, it's in the abc's of growing upi was able to tackle many a hard situation today keeping this thought in mind...others come first. it is almost amazing the turn around an attitude like that can have.<br /><br />it was a day for being an adult. it was not an easy day (because most days when you <span style="font-style: italic;">have</span> to be an adult are not easy) however i made it, and i must say that i did it damn well.<br /><br /><br />"<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">It's that wonderful old-fashioned idea that others come first and you come second. This was the whole ethic by which I was brought up. Others matter more than you do, so 'don't fuss, dear; get on with it</span>.'"- <a href="http://api.ning.com/files/SX6DF4xtCNUp1Z3dOjNq372zfNZsqRlUEujoAeFdsYNVWxbQkPacRuVUg*1rZ-0zm1m4L2kEgfWd270nFIuxfoy27FbhjREu/Annex__Hepburn_Audrey_Breakfast_at_Tiffanys_13.jpg">audrey hepburn</a>twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615387153205131310.post-89427932006566444642008-11-17T20:53:00.000-05:002008-11-17T21:14:13.450-05:00Will you start writing a blog already?! Your comments are all keepers, you should really be writing.okay so peer pressure may or may not have had something to do with this. i used to keep a blog throught out high school because blogging started with my generation. sadly, it mainly was a carbon copy of my best's (and that may or may not have pissed her off). when i wasn't stealing/plagiarizing her ideas i was normally whining about how i haven't found love (because let's be real what sixteen year old has?) or i was stating my "wise" statements to the virtual world. needless to say when i entered college i said to myself "self, your blog is stupid" and there for deleted it.<br /><br />i am now at a new turning point in my life, graduating college, and i am terrified and excited. i am finding that i have spent a lot of money and i know nothing. a lot of my "beliefs" have...been called into question/changed/no longer exist/are brand spanking new. since entering this vast intellectual world that is commonly referred to as college, life has changed. i have gained some wisdom, starting with the realization that i wasn't really wise. ever. i have loved and lost/kicked his butt to the curb (because i was raised that a girl was something that boys were to take care of and treat nicely and that may or may not have been happening) and i stopped trying to be the carbon copy of my best, because while she still is my best, we are not the same person. i learned that i like being from the country and that doesn’t mean i am a dumb hick and i came to understand that the lessons you learned in sunday school will help you through some of the hardest times. <br /><br />i don't have a lot of free time to blog, and this blog may not stay, but in the very least i'll be writing again and i'll have a place to share the ridiculous/wonderful story that make up my life.twenty somethinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17692389660237121628noreply@blogger.com3