tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52002342011-04-22T01:04:25.334-04:00ramblings"the mind is an enchanting thing"Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.comBlogger1231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-58387174157717439642008-04-23T11:32:00.002-04:002008-04-23T12:43:21.862-04:00I'm moving! Check out my new address: http://lizeberspacher.wordpress.com Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-69042951365671007282007-04-04T17:26:00.000-04:002007-04-04T17:36:10.576-04:00There are some days when I could care less if I never saw another middle school student again. Today is one of those days.It seems like right before a big holiday or vacation, the students go crazy. Plus, my patience is limited because I'm just as worn out and ready for a break as they are. How do I manage them and not pull out my hair? How do I control them, be firm in disciplining them, andLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-64775485938014881182007-03-29T18:04:00.000-04:002007-03-29T18:08:54.718-04:00Facebook is crazy--I'm remeeting all of these old high school buddies. How weird is that?? I guess I just must have a thing for people from my high school. Well, LCS was a pretty great place (or at least that's how I remember it), or my class was awesome. I know some people have a different opinion about it, but all I really remember from high school is what pertained to me. Very Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-25582524865209302212007-03-07T10:46:00.001-05:002007-03-07T10:46:49.817-05:00That was a boring post.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-13132593919473282372007-03-07T10:30:00.000-05:002007-03-07T10:32:15.576-05:00So I've finally fallen into this whole facebook thing. Who knows--I'm so bad at posting regularly, I'm sure I'll suck at this too. Oh well. Maybe not.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-17050570641651189612007-03-05T14:07:00.000-05:002007-03-05T14:42:39.669-05:00So...long time no post. Spring semester seems to be even more hectic than fall, if that's at all possible. Plus I'm realizing that my priorities right now don't always include spending time on the web. But here's a brief update.Latest Awkward Situation: This weekend, I went to see Amazing Grace, the new film about William Wilberforce, and on the way out, I realized I didn't have my keys in myLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-17897820679671210042007-01-12T23:19:00.000-05:002007-01-12T23:33:08.201-05:00Rats. I had just finished my post when everything got frozen. I'm going to be more abbreviated now:Books I recommend:The Heart is a Lonely Hunter (Carson McCullers)Single by Chance, Mothers by Choice (Dr. Rosanna Hertz)Spying on the Bomb (Jeffrey T. Richelson)The Madonnas of Leningrad (Debra Dean)Everything is Illuminated (Jonathan Safran Foer)Books I do not recommend:Shadow Baby (Alison McGheeLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1166027212734015112006-12-13T11:11:00.000-05:002006-12-13T11:26:52.750-05:00Code monkey like fritosCode monkey like Tab and Mountain DewCode monkey very simple manBig warm, fuzzy, secret heartCode monkey like you.This is the song I listened to this morning while the 8th graders took a grammar test. My co-worker Ron shared it with me. I think my favorite line is "Big warm fuzzy secret heart." Check it out--you can download it from www.jonathancoulton.com.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1163433525504654942006-11-13T10:45:00.001-05:002006-11-13T10:58:45.520-05:00I had this whole long post I was going to write, but I decided to cancel that and simply say that work is better this week. All of last week's stress was magnified because I was babysitting for my friend's six children while she and her husband were in the Virgin Islands for a week--I got to play mom for awhile. Really, it just took me back to the days of being the oldest sibling at home with Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1163086459435983802006-11-09T10:28:00.000-05:002006-11-09T10:34:19.450-05:00Work sucks. I'm thankful that Thanksgiving break is a whole week long this year.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1162246796015284062006-10-30T17:11:00.000-05:002006-10-30T17:19:56.030-05:00And I still haven't found what I'm looking forIt was at approximately 10:00 this morning, shortly after my first couple classes of the day, when I happened to look down and see...Yes. One black shoe, one brown. And I always thought it was handy to have two pairs of the same shoe. So I'm thinking about becoming a graduate student in literature. I have a hard time seeing myself as one, Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1159933726641509622006-10-03T23:45:00.000-04:002006-10-03T23:49:29.366-04:00Here's Olive...Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1158961562253894642006-09-22T17:33:00.000-04:002006-09-22T17:49:20.176-04:00(third person)It's raining outside. The raindrops are heavy and fat; when she was driving home, she thought for a second it might almost be snowing. Now she sits in her car, the engine running and the air conditioner on. The car is in park. She's only thirty feet from her apartment, but she doesn't feel like actually getting out of the car and going inside. It's been raining steadily for Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1157943678069090932006-09-10T22:38:00.000-04:002006-10-03T23:45:31.156-04:00Latest obsession: Veronica Mars (I bow my head and admit that it's on the WB or UPN or something like that. I borrowed Season 1 from a friend and just finished it today)Currently reading: Total Truth by Nancy PerceyCurrently feeling: slightly melancholic, but reality checks will do that to a girlCurrently listening to: Tegan and SaraJust finished: night swimming after a crazy game of ultimate Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1156385036814197182006-08-23T22:00:00.000-04:002006-08-23T22:03:56.826-04:00I'm teaching now. It's been a week, and I haven't killed anyone yet. Actually, being a music-teacher isn't so bad. The students are responding a lot better to all the singing we're doing than I expected. I thought the middle schoolers would be way too cool to sing. And they are sort of too cool, but they're still singing. So hey, that's success. At this point, though, English is still my Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1155093874863274282006-08-08T23:09:00.000-04:002006-08-08T23:24:34.913-04:00Telephones makes strangers out of lovers, whiskey makes the strangers all look goodcurrently listening to: Old 97's, Too Far to Care I am Sam soundtrack a random mix of my sister's musiccurrently reading: our crisis management plan my faculty handbook boring handouts movies I would recommend: City of God V for Vendetta Why We Fight (a documentary) We start pre-school inservice tomorrow at Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1152848964211800432006-07-13T23:38:00.000-04:002006-07-13T23:49:25.023-04:00Somewhere in middle AmericaIn about ten minutes, I'm off to my sister's band practice, so I'll make this quick. I'm currently in my hometown--Lincoln, Nebraska--and I'm loving every minute of it. Seeing the family, seeing old friends. . . it makes for a pretty good vacation. And there's still almost two full weeks left!! I can't wait to see what the rest of the trip holds in store. So far, Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1151642732155997472006-06-30T00:42:00.000-04:002006-06-30T00:45:32.166-04:00Just a warning--I may be out of touch for awhile. We're moving this weekend to our new apartment, and our internet won't be connected until after the holiday. So, if you want to talk (I have lots of down time these next few weeks, so feel free), call me. New addresses, etc. will be available in an email at a later date.Adios, Apt. 809! Hola, Apt. 1023!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1150757372559629992006-06-19T18:39:00.000-04:002006-06-19T18:56:59.426-04:00Oh, my sweet CarolinaHere are some pictures from my recent trip to the Tennessee/Georgia/North Carolina region--The Cherohala Skyway, Amicalola State Park, Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest, The Ocoee River, State Road 68, to name a few places I stopped. If you're ever near Cokercreek, TN, check out Seven Sisters Mountain Honey and Crafts. Good stuff, and good conversation. The Cherokee National Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1149565132002433632006-06-05T23:35:00.000-04:002006-06-06T00:00:36.170-04:00No, I'm not tired, I'm not. . .I definitely didn't need a Pepsi at 8 o'clock tonight, and yet. . . So here I am, semi-late at night (late for me at least, since I usually go to bed around 10'ish), as wide awake as--well--hmm. Okay, no similes are coming to mind right now. But I'm awake, and sleep is looking fairly distant at this point. I figure this is as good a time as any to make the Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1149278833804061912006-06-02T15:57:00.000-04:002006-06-02T16:07:13.820-04:00Don't buy the warranty.I hate dealing with car maintenance. My whole day today has been spent dealing with my car. Now, I love my car--2002 Toyota Camry--and I want to take care of it so that it can be a valued part of my life for years to come. But when my dad and I bought the car, we made a mistake. We bought the warranty. Because of the warranty, I have to have it fixed at specific, Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1148696867736722642006-05-26T22:24:00.000-04:002006-05-26T22:28:44.313-04:00Cut a notch in the tree.Mark my height on the door post.A milestone has been reached.I survived a whole year.I will never have another first year as a teacher.Ever again.Amen and hallelujah.p.s. i am still taking summer reading list recommendations.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1148264956191194962006-05-21T22:20:00.000-04:002006-05-21T22:29:16.200-04:00Carry Me To OhioThis song, currently playing on my computer, is by Mark Kozelek, formerly of Red House Painters and now of Sun Kil Moon. He has been in a couple different movies as well--Almost Famous, and Shop Girl. He's actually playing (or maybe played?) in Ft. Lauderdale this week, and I wish I could go see him. Gabe Florit actually introduced me to him first, but I can't remember the nameLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1147401704679858942006-05-11T22:34:00.000-04:002006-05-11T22:41:44.690-04:00Mmmm...Here's the rundown:The Family StoneShop GirlPrimeNone of these movies were what I expected. All were touted as romantic comedies, but each had a darker, more subtle side that left me more satisfied than a typical chick flick. Claire Danes made reoccuring appearences in The Family Stone and Shop Girl--she's fantastically elegant. I hope that her visit to the silver screen lasts awhile. Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1146889489502570992006-05-06T00:04:00.000-04:002006-05-06T00:26:25.556-04:00there ain't no easy way, no there ain't no easy way out.I have been listening to this song a lot lately--Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. It really jams, and the beat makes me want to dance. I did actually, in my bedroom, the first time I played it tonight. I'm now on listen number three.I feel like I've been spun through the rinse cycle. Extra large load. Heavy duty super clean. I'm exhausted, Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1145653096389677852006-04-21T16:45:00.000-04:002006-04-21T17:00:01.090-04:00Another turning pointI just got home after spending three days in Palm Bay, Florida--a town just east and south of Orlando and on the west coast--working as part of an accreditation site-visit team. Some of you may be wondering whatintheheck that is, and I'll try to succinctly explain. Many Christian schools try to be accredited by some sort of accrediting agency. My school is accredited by Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1145279317429820602006-04-17T08:52:00.000-04:002006-04-17T09:15:06.350-04:00Was It a Morning Like This?I was a little disappointed with Easter this year. Recently, I have been singing at a local Catholic church as a cantor for a little extra cash (the Catholics pay pretty well), and I did a lot of Easter services this last week: Maundy Thursday, two on Good Friday, an Easter Vigil, and an extremely early sunrise service (it was at 10:15 on Saturday night). Now, although Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1144961561946260512006-04-13T16:20:00.000-04:002006-04-13T17:21:44.766-04:00I reconnected with an old friend this week, and then I received a wedding invitation from another old friend. I should clarify that these are not old people as in geriatrics, but as in old friends from high school. Way back. From the Good Ole Days (better known as the Days of Paranoid Introspection and Self-Conciousness). Upon receiving the invitation, I had one of those moments of hopeful Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1144034346678074702006-04-02T23:17:00.000-04:002006-04-02T23:19:06.686-04:00We tied our ribbons to the fire escape; they were taken by the birds who flew home to the country as the bombs rained on the world.Watch Everything Is Illuminated. Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1143949020697668492006-04-01T22:21:00.000-05:002006-04-01T22:37:00.710-05:00Let's just say, we loath it all.Accreditation is over. *big sigh* When I walked around school Friday (after the accreditation team had left), it was as if a huge, dark cloud had lifted. People were smiling, laughter was ringing in the halls, our principal was hugging everyone. The rumor is that we had no violations, which is a big thumbs up to us. As always, there are recommendations, which Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1143162532225968762006-03-23T19:12:00.000-05:002006-03-23T20:13:00.776-05:00I've had my run--Baby, I'm done--let me come home.Well, it looks like the ladies of 809 will have to move in the next few months. We found out this week that our rent (as of June) will be going up to $950 a month. And that's for a one bedroom apartment. The problem will be finding that better deal. It has to be out there. I really loathe the idea of moving, particularly the hassle: filling out Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1141429444428087592006-03-03T17:44:00.000-05:002006-03-03T18:44:04.466-05:00ain't nothin' left at all but the end of bein' proudsometimes I wonder about love. I wonder if I will ever truly understand what love is. I think about all of the different people we love, the people we don't love. What distinguishes them? I know that love can't be quantified, that it's an overly simplistic word for this beyond-emotion thing that motivates almost every action. and then I Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1140895454835628762006-02-25T14:12:00.000-05:002006-02-25T14:24:14.846-05:00This was the week of the third cold. I'm on the mend from yet another sinus thing. It was a good thing that the sixth graders were gone Thursday and Friday. I don't know if I could have handled them on top of a cold. It was actually a pretty laid back week at school. All three of my classes were finishing literature and grammar units, so we took a lot of tests, but then we watched film Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1140448785254803392006-02-20T10:10:00.000-05:002006-02-20T10:19:45.266-05:00It's felt like summer the past few days. You know, that feeling you get in late April or May when the weather is warming up, and you just want to be outside. A laziness sort of wells up inside and you just want to lounge around and read a book on a blanket in the grass, you want to feel the sun heat your hair and your arms. It's that feeling of relaxation that hits you right after you take Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1139805068477454192006-02-12T23:15:00.000-05:002006-02-12T23:34:19.193-05:00I may have mentioned this before, but our school is going through reaccreditation this year, and I'm currently serving as committee chairperson of the middle school committee. It's a fun job, but a lot of work, not to mention intimidating. I sort of snatched the opportunity to get involved with accredition because the whole process (and administration) is something I'm pretty interested in. But Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1139537631206896992006-02-09T20:56:00.000-05:002006-02-09T21:12:29.270-05:00Imagine this:A girl slouches near her computer, eyes glazing over after a long day at work, a long work out (well, maybe not so long), after playing with her "adopted" nephews and catching up on all the advice she never knew she needed. "The Girl From Impanema" is playing, and her lips are sort of moving in sync with the words. One foot begins to twitch in time with the samba beat. Before she Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1139010530649617232006-02-03T18:37:00.000-05:002006-02-03T18:48:50.660-05:00new music I'm enJOYing:WilcoNick DrakeBen KwellerEddie from OhioArcade FireSun Kil MoonR.E.MI'm really enjoying Jane Eyre. Like most romantic era novels, it takes me awhile to get into, but once I'm hooked, whoa. I can't wait to see how it all works out (even though I actually know--thanks to my mom, who showed me good old classic movies, like Ingrid Bergman in the 40's version of J.E., and Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1138150182387414012006-01-24T19:23:00.000-05:002006-01-24T19:50:59.273-05:00Currently listening to Ray LaMontagne:Shelter I guess you don't need itI guess you don't want me to repeat itBut everything I have to give I'll give to youIt's not like we planned itYou tried to stay, but you could not stand itTo see me shut down slowAs though it was an easy thing to doListen whenAll of this around us'll fall overI tell you what we're gonna doYou will shelter me, my loveAnd I Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1137467076006663062006-01-16T21:52:00.000-05:002006-01-16T22:09:26.836-05:00I don't know how many of you out there in blogland are fans of the new Emergent Church, but if you aren't, you should check out this page! Even if you are emerging, you should learn to laugh at yourself a little, or at least at the inherent contradictions of some of your leaders. I guess I think people should be more than a little wary of voting for Brian McLaren as New Official Spokesman for Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1136336901026067612006-01-03T19:57:00.000-05:002006-01-03T20:08:21.036-05:00I had my first seriously dramatic encounter with a parent tonight. I have to admit that I'm still a little shaken up over it. I don't think anyone has spoken to me in that way since I was a child. I felt like a child. I felt responsible. Well, I was responsible. I tried to apologize, and eventually the parent calmed down and apologized too. But I've never been put in such a difficult position. InLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1136152537114353332006-01-01T16:47:00.000-05:002006-01-01T16:55:37.126-05:00"The godly are designed for unknown and inconceivable happiness."--Jonathan Edwards I started reading Taste and See by John Piper this week. He is an Edwards fanatic. The quote above was stated in a sermon by Edwards when he was only twenty years old. Can you imagine understanding such deep levels of theology at twenty? I'm twenty-three and I barely grasp Piper's concept of Christian Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1135019855640644722005-12-19T14:15:00.000-05:002005-12-19T14:17:35.656-05:00T minus three hours and eleven minutes...I'm flying home tonight. Just thinking about it makes my stomach shiver with anticipation. It's been six long months.I hope I haven't built it up so much that I'm disappointed.Here I come!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1134782873692427182005-12-16T19:57:00.000-05:002005-12-16T20:27:53.703-05:00This is what my weeks have looked like lately. Pretty crazy. But now I'm sitting at home, just relaxing, not worrying about anything. The first semester is over. I've made it. We put on The Best Christmas Pageant Ever yesterday night and this morning. I was slightly concerned (can I underexaggerate any more?) that things would fail to come together, but praise the Lord, it did! I haven't Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1133225001331506992005-11-28T19:38:00.000-05:002005-11-28T19:44:19.090-05:00 La Tour Eiffel Waterfall in Burnham Wood I've been working in Photoshop lately, brushing up old prints, having a little fun, and then posting them on my Deviant Art page. I'm also eating peppermint ice cream, which only appears at this magical time of year.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1132846611054439882005-11-24T10:28:00.000-05:002005-11-24T10:40:53.120-05:00I'm thankful for roommates, sisters, parents, students, single friends, married friends, family friends, accountability partners, grandparents, jobs, apartments, canned goods on sale at Publix, cameras, black and white photos, flowers, cooler temperatures, the Trinity, salvation, continued providence and protection, love, education, books, learning, and post-it notes.What are you thankful for?Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1132185197369115892005-11-16T18:49:00.000-05:002005-11-16T22:03:21.376-05:00Behold the puffy lips. I ate a mango, and apparently, I'm allergic to them. My lips blew up like I got collagen implants. A couple people actually asked me if I got Botoxed. It was actually pretty painful, because it turned all blistery. I was able to do a really great duck-billed platypus impression for awhile though, which my students thought was pretty funny.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1132005375923752082005-11-14T16:49:00.000-05:002005-11-14T16:56:15.923-05:00Funny Story. . .I love it when I can laugh at my students' expense. One of my 7th graders--a tall, overly-developed boy who thinks he's the coolest kid around (most of the 6th graders probably agree with him)--suddenly asked, "What date is it today?" I told him it was the fourteenth, and he smacked his hand into his forehead and said, "Oh man! My eggnog went extinct today!"Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1132004676612600932005-11-14T16:22:00.000-05:002005-11-14T17:34:59.090-05:00Hope ExistsThat was probably the main focus of the U2 concert I attended in Miami last night. Up until yesterday, the only things I knew about Miama were from the 2 CSI:Miami episodes I've ever seen, and Will Smith's "Welcome To Miami (Bienvenido a Miami)." Hmm. I'm slightly embarrassed to admit that I even remember that song (should it even be considered a song?). Anyway.GREAT CONCERT.I should Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1130802020605452032005-10-31T18:11:00.000-05:002005-10-31T18:40:20.616-05:00I feel a little guilty for venting all my frustrations last week. I went to work today, and it was great. I actually thought of Harry K. Wong (I have to add the K or I feel perverted) and his statement regarding work: "You shouldn't leave work feeling exhausted if you have rules and procedures in place." I wasn't exhausted today, even after a 2 hour volleyball practice, in which I was the Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1130526589552614992005-10-28T14:55:00.000-04:002005-10-28T15:09:49.563-04:00I'm alive, just in case anyone happened to be concerned. The hurricane wasn't that bad, but it came ashore stronger than anticipated--a strong cat. 3 instead of a 1 or 2--and a lot of places lost power. Providence didn't get power back until yesterday, so I've been enjoying having the whole week off from school. I'm ready to get back. I think if I don't get back to work, I'll convince myself Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1130094209043837532005-10-23T14:56:00.000-04:002005-10-23T15:03:29.043-04:00She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain When She ComesWilma's just around the corner. I'm bringing in things from my porch, getting stuff away from the windows. Lindsay's stuck in Portland till who knows when, so I'm taking myself over to a hurricane party at Paula Moore's house (a co-worker from school, and the owner of a beautiful, strong, hurricane-proof house). Apparently there will be about Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1129912866463265732005-10-21T12:24:00.000-04:002005-10-21T12:41:06.470-04:00No school today, and probably not Monday or Tuesday either. Thank you Hurricane Wilma. Actually I'm not exactly happy about missing all this school. Just goes to show how much of a teacher I've become. We will get so behind if we miss more than two days. Not good, since my principal all ready spoke to me about being behind. My prayer partner Pam (nice alliteration, huh) told me that Sue (Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1128782516680506252005-10-08T10:40:00.000-04:002005-10-08T10:42:24.453-04:00I actually spent last night helping Lindsey jump her car, which meant hanging out in the Barnes and Noble parking lot for about 45 minutes. Then when we got home, we talked about doing something, but ended up ordering Chinese (I have yet to find any as good as the Bamboo Garden), watching more Gilmore Girls, and going to bed. So much for all my great options. Even the crappy ones didn't work Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1128720637839016322005-10-07T17:05:00.000-04:002005-10-07T17:30:37.850-04:00Have never been so ready for a Friday. Spent the day wasting time in class--probably didn't teach a single thing. Did MadLibs with my seventh grade class to reinforce the lesson on parts of speech, and it totally flopped. I'm planning on doing the same activity with the eighth grade on Monday. Needs revision. Eighth grade played Mafia for the last twenty-five minutes because my brain Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1127619485631446392005-09-24T23:17:00.000-04:002005-09-24T23:38:05.640-04:00Breakin' in the LanaiLindsey and I used our lanai (aka screened-in porch) for more than drying laundry for the first time tonight. Granted, we sat on a beach towel, but hey--it's Florida. Beach towels are cool. The evening air was actually somewhat cool and pleasant. I keep hearing about the emergence of Fall in the North, and I've been jealous of the oncoming crispness--apple crisp, crisp Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1127092352316025722005-09-18T21:07:00.000-04:002005-09-18T21:12:32.320-04:00I don't want to go to work tomorrow. When I'm not at work, I don't really want my job; but when I'm at work, I enjoy it. I'm not having good quiet times--fairly non-existant this week--and I think that's affecting my attitude. Lindsey and I went to this mega-church this morning, and it was like a well-choreographed dance. The pastor danced around the scripture, the praise team danced around Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1126889944702850302005-09-16T12:48:00.000-04:002005-09-16T12:59:04.706-04:00TGIFThis week has been one of those weeks that has flown by like those high speed trains in Asia. I have been giving tests in every single class this week, which means I have to make the tests, since the ones from previous years aren't exactly what Pat Kornelis would call "valid" anymore. I usually forgot about writing the tests until the night before, or in today's case, this morning. I feel Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1126051297805337012005-09-06T19:48:00.000-04:002005-09-06T20:01:37.813-04:00I am amazed how long it's been since I've had the opportunity (the time, the internet) to blog. Goodness. The first month is over, and I'm almost half-way through the first quarter. As someone said, I'll never have to have my first day of my first quarter of my first year ever again. What a relief. I have been experiencing first hand all the aspects of survival mode. Julie, you mentioned Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1121117353854728582005-07-11T17:17:00.000-04:002005-07-11T17:29:13.860-04:00RecentRegrets --taking advantage of free Washington wine. Now I can't remember much of the wedding reception, except the parts I wouldn't mind forgetting. --dancing so much with just one person. Always leaves the wrong impression. --not being able to spend more time with my girlfriends. I miss them. --trying to fly into Florida during a hurricane. I should have stayed in Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1120076713737992232005-06-29T16:05:00.000-04:002005-06-29T16:25:13.750-04:00Hot and Steamy in FloridaNo, not me, just the weather. It' s been raining like crazy the past week and a half--thunder, lightning and buckets of water being dumped everywhere. Usually I get caught in the biggest downpour of the day when I'm in the process of driving somewhere. I grit my teeth, and try to focus on the tail lights of the car ahead of me. Otherwise I can't see anything. DespiteLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1118854180747648402005-06-15T12:41:00.000-04:002005-06-15T12:49:40.753-04:00TomorrowIn less than 24 hours I will begin my long and hopefully enjoyable ride to Fort Myers, Florida. I've been thinking about this move for almost four months now, and it's hard to believe that the time to leave is actually here. I think the moment I realized that this is really happening was when my mom told me she wasn't signing my name on any cards or gifts or anything anymore. She told Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1118462147612331722005-06-10T23:54:00.000-04:002005-06-10T23:55:47.616-04:00Just a note...My bread turned out marvelously. It reminds me of the bread that is served at Macaroni Grill with olive oil and pepper, except ten times better.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1118425183897226302005-06-10T13:31:00.000-04:002005-06-10T13:41:26.196-04:00Foiled!I had been building up the nerve to actually commit myself to the GRE, and when I tried to sign up today, there were no open times left for the next three weeks. I guess that means I'll have to keep studying and try to take the stupid test in Florida. I hadn't wanted to do that. I had hoped to take it before I left, but I procrastinated too long. Rats.A part of me continually asks if I Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1117861511446566572005-06-04T00:52:00.000-04:002005-06-04T01:05:11.453-04:00James Dean, a man who could really brood. I just finished watching East of Eden, a fairly decent rendition of the classic work by Steinbeck. James Dean is Cal, the dark, tormented son of Adam Trask. I thought as a film it was definitely entertaining--of course, any time I see James Dean I'm entertained--but I was disappointed at how much of the story the movie left out. I think the entire Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1117059052272797842005-05-25T18:08:00.000-04:002005-05-25T18:10:52.276-04:00I'm sure a lot of people have heard of this before, but I just stumbled on it. Wow. Talk about raw emotion. Check it out.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1116883688091559962005-05-23T17:14:00.000-04:002005-05-23T17:28:08.096-04:00The Long Awaited Book ListThis list is a compilation of all the books I read for personal pleasure over the past year. I left off the ones I didn't like, or found to be poorly written or just average (for example, a Nicholas Sparks spree that I went on right after school got out last year.) The books in bold are the ones I especially loved. Bel Canto (Ann Patchett)Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1116865791880370862005-05-23T12:18:00.000-04:002005-05-23T12:36:56.126-04:00So I'm a crappy blogger. What can I say--the absence of internet will do that to a person. Sorry Sam. Hope you're still watching--look! I'm finally posting!New Scary things:-moving to Florida-Being a teacher. For real.-paying bills.-trusting the Lord for everything.-renting an apartment.-people telling me, "So, you're a real adult now."-living a life of comparative luxury. would I give it up if Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1109193059851728002005-02-23T15:59:00.000-05:002005-02-23T16:10:59.856-05:00I'm almost done. Two more days and then I'm finished. Finished with the cooperating teacher who won't cooperate. Finished with the cooperating teacher who cuts me off in the middle of a sentence to correct my French pronounciation. Finished with a cooperating teacher who doesn't let me enter grades in the gradebook because I messed up once. Finished with the cooperating teacher who won't letLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1107348528041481312005-02-02T07:42:00.000-05:002005-02-02T07:48:48.043-05:00Begin the countdown...
I will be back at my wonderful alma mater in less than four weeks. I'm getting excited! It will be nice to see friends again, to be around people my own age, to get away from some of the requirements my cooperating teacher imposes... But, at the end of this session, I know I will miss the students. I was thinking about that last night and again this morning, about how Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1106607239517765982005-01-24T17:49:00.000-05:002005-01-24T17:53:59.516-05:00The freshmen are mine! MWAAHAHAHAHA! Okay, so I'm not overly possessive about the three freshmen English classes I'm teaching, but it's nice to finally be (sort of) calling the shots when it comes to what I teach, how I teach it, and when I teach it. I have a lot of fun working with those kids, and if things continue to progress this way, I'm going to love working with the sophomores next week.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1106086220359095762005-01-18T17:01:00.000-05:002005-01-18T17:10:20.360-05:00So I'm getting used to student teaching. I'm gradually working my way up to full time teaching. This week, my cooperating teacher is teaching one section of freshmen, then I'm teaching the next two. Next week, I'll teach all the freshmen and be responsible for lesson plans; meanwhile, Mrs. Stahly will teach one period of sophomore English, and I'll teach the second. The next week, I'll be Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1105394357842407582005-01-10T16:55:00.000-05:002005-01-10T16:59:17.843-05:00Good:
student teachinghigh schoolerstreesmy cooperating teachermy aunt and uncle's housegetting to know my cousins betterkarate in the kitchenno homeworkBad:no internet at homerestricted internet at schoolnaivetelack of people my agemy grandma always wondering if I've met any eligible bachelors not meeting any eligible bachelorsholy cow is a bad wordrules againLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1103306719806942012004-12-17T12:53:00.000-05:002004-12-17T13:05:19.806-05:00It's officially been a month since my last post, which is awful of me, I know. But the last two weeks of school--heck, the whole semester--has been so busy I haven't even been keeping up with my journal writing, let alone my homework and blogging. Enough excuses. I don't think anyone but me reads this anyway, but that's all right. I'm home now, relaxing and sleeping in. I'm currently in the Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1100724411820328362004-11-17T15:31:00.000-05:002004-11-17T15:50:25.373-05:00I knew it was bad when it hurt to keep my eyes open in class. I've had late nights before, but very rarely in my college career has such a late night produced the burning feeling that persisted in my eyes all the way through my 8 and 9 o'clock classes. I'm feeling better now--I can look at things for more than two seconds without my vision blurring. But I'm slightly concerned that all these 4:30 Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1099243240057550412004-10-31T12:20:00.001-05:002004-10-31T12:20:40.056-05:00My Grandmother’s Hands
Covering a laughing mouth,
Shaped nails painted pale pink,
Encircling shoulders in a
tight squeeze,
The feel of love in every gentle touch
of paper-thin skin,
Frailty that speaks of strength
not her own,
Fingers once long and even
now bent and rigid,
aged with life’s long labor,
Eager to hold the hands of
another, gone before
and waiting,
Folded in prayer,
a testimony to Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1099243209655367322004-10-31T12:20:00.000-05:002004-10-31T12:20:09.656-05:00 Posted by HelloLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1099242802839352962004-10-31T12:07:00.000-05:002004-10-31T12:13:22.840-05:00After a little reworking, here is a "less raw" version of the poem I posted last week. I wanted to make it say exactly what I wanted it to, because the whole topic of abortion is one that evokes a strong emotional response in me. For a little background information, I wrote this initially as a response to the Beattitudes in Matthew 5. A class I'm taking on the medieval practice of lectio Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1097906277765920862004-10-16T02:50:00.000-04:002004-10-16T01:59:32.583-04:00On a side note...
-Laundry fresh from the drier is one of the greatest things in the world on a cold night.-Listening to your college choir sing and knowing you can never sing with them again will make you cry.-Sometimes, pizza is the best thing for a broken heart.-Making curriculum maps can be fun.-Songs can be too truthful sometimes. Take "Warning Sign" by Coldplay for example.-Taking BowlingLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1097905649169961052004-10-16T01:47:00.000-04:002004-10-16T01:47:29.170-04:00I took this in June while exploring the back-roads around the Big Sioux River. Something about the blue roof caught my eye. Posted by HelloLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1095817307159454742004-09-21T21:22:00.000-04:002004-09-21T21:41:47.160-04:00"Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where..."
Simon and Garfunkel were a wise couple of guys. Excuse me. Are a wise couple of guys.
"Let your honesty shine, shine, shine."
"Counting the cars on the New Jersey turnpike, they've all come to look for America."
Recommendation: See Zach Braff's latest endeavor. Garden State is one hip flick. Personally, I'd watch it again just toLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1095216466920451272004-09-14T22:40:00.000-04:002004-09-14T22:47:46.920-04:00It's the storm of the century. Well, maybe not quite, but it was raining so hard when I finished with class tonight that I had my roommate come pick me up. She's a saint. It's also storming on other fronts--I'm feeling sorry for my cousin who is in the path of Hurrican Ivan. I'm getting assailed by financial woes--hail on my parade--my car is in the shop and will be expensive to fix, if Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1094963175833871832004-09-12T00:23:00.000-04:002004-09-14T23:35:17.676-04:00Inside,
I had been
broken
as with a
sledgehammer.
But
You found
a
piece
of me
that I had
missed
as I fit
myself
back
together,
putting it
just the
right
place,
making me
whole.
Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1094916879904409442004-09-11T11:28:00.000-04:002004-09-11T11:34:39.906-04:00It seems like sometimes news organizations can get it just right, and then other times, they can completely foul out. Look at today's news. The coverage of September 11 commemorations is poignant. We should remember. We should think of those people every day, and remind ourselves that it could have just as easily be us. But then look at this mess with the George Bush memos. There's more Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1094067775137697802004-09-01T15:32:00.000-04:002004-09-01T15:44:05.186-04:00School's got me all worked up and panicky. Okay, I'm drifting out of the panicky stage, but I still may hyperventilate if I forget even one more thing for class. I was explaining my absent worksheet to my advanced grammer prof, telling her that when I get busy, I get panicky. And when I get panicky, I get forgetful. Fortunately, she admitted to suffering from the same syndrome and told me I couldLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1092973719894852712004-08-19T22:07:00.000-04:002004-08-19T23:48:39.893-04:00I just finished watching Love Actually and, as far as love stories go, this one was pretty good. I was a little disappointed because out of the eight or so different threads, one was left totally unfinished and another didn't exactly seem to end on a totally "in love" note. But I liked the way they all strung together somehow, as well as having so many quality actors and actresses in one film: Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1092269717790294412004-08-11T20:15:00.000-04:002004-08-11T20:15:17.790-04:00I am missing the newness of spring. These flowers were floating like rosey snow in May. Now the world is full of bolder colors. Posted by HelloLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1091995299554157292004-08-08T15:59:00.000-04:002004-08-08T16:01:39.553-04:00I'm in my apartment RIGHT NOW-- and it's awesome. I'm in the process of trying to move in; it's amazing how much stuff a person needs once they're not living with five other people. I have so many books. Too many. Shelves and shelves. I hope my roommate doesn't need too much shelf-space...
Well, I must be off. I have to re-pot a couple plants.
Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1091226707243141932004-07-30T18:30:00.000-04:002004-07-30T18:31:47.243-04:00I will be so glad when I have the internet at my apartment. That's all I have to say.
Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1091125710211054392004-07-29T14:22:00.000-04:002004-07-29T14:28:30.210-04:00I slept in today until 11. That's a new record for the summer. It didn't help that I was up until 2:30 talking with Clint. It reminds me of the line from Train's song "Drops of Jupiter"--"can you imagine...a five hour phone conversation"-- I don't think we've ever talked so long. By about 2 it was getting silly. One of those moments when everything is funny, even when there's nothing to sayLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1089653018437642542004-07-12T13:08:00.000-04:002004-07-12T13:23:38.436-04:00bored at work.
it's that nebulous time of day-- lunchtime-- when no one is around to tell me what to do next. i'm waiting around for a professor to return from his lunch break and give me more work to do. in the mean time, i suppose i will just stare at the computer and try to think of imaginative ways to kill time. i've debated going home for lunch myself. could i count that as part of my Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1089151670431981492004-07-06T18:00:00.000-04:002004-07-06T18:07:50.430-04:00I surprised Clint this weekend and showed up at church right before the service started. He looked at me like he didn't really believe I was there but would play along anyway. Then, as I grinned and wrapped my arms around him, he laughed and called me a punk. He still looked stunned after I had taken my seat in the pew. I felt satisfied and happy--more so than I thought I would. He told me Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1088433228954980072004-06-28T10:31:00.002-04:002004-06-28T10:36:28.273-04:00in third person
"They're beautiful, by the way," he said as he grabbed his bag from the back seat of her van. "Your eyes. I thought about them the whole way home from church." Her breath caught in her throat as she felt something flutter under her ribs.
"Thanks," she said softly, and he smiled as he walked away.
Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1087406478394308952004-06-16T13:10:00.000-04:002004-06-16T13:21:18.393-04:00in third person
she hung up the phone, her boss's voice still gravel in her ear.
--you plug away on it, then.
the rain was falling steadily, reminding her of heart beats and drum rhythms. her stomach growled, and she eyed the peach. i would need a napkin, she thought, remembering the feeling of the juice dribbling down her chin. staring at the computer, she wondered what to say. writer's Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1084902060544616942004-05-18T13:30:00.000-04:002004-05-18T13:41:00.543-04:00Taking a brief pause from work, I am dreaming about tomorrow, when I get to go home for the weekend-- an extended weekend really. I can picture myself driving down the highway, music turned up and the windows rolled down. I get a small thrill just thinking about it. I met a husband and wife in my small group Biblestudy last night who were from Lincoln. It was great to play Dutch bingo with Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1084457916110958072004-05-13T10:09:00.000-04:002004-05-13T10:18:36.110-04:00Sometimes I think that some of my best moments with God come when I'm not saying anything. I had that this morning as I sat on my bed in my pajamas, listening to Steven Curtis Chapman's "Be Still and Know". I sat and just thought about the immensity of God, and tried to open my heart to hearing him. I felt as if a big blanket of peace surrounded me, and I was able to simply worship him. It Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1083685424208681432004-05-04T11:43:00.000-04:002004-05-04T11:47:30.106-04:00My brain is dead. I just finished writing a two hour American Literature exam. I have never taken such a hard test. It's not that the information was difficult; I didn't even study that much. Probably only a couple hours, and that was in front of the TV, during commercials. The simple process of recalling all of the information was not difficult in the least. Rather, writing two full lengthLizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1083251724004169282004-04-29T11:15:00.000-04:002004-04-29T11:19:37.606-04:00BirthdayMy birthday was last Saturday, and I have to say, it was one of the best birthdays I've ever had. My mom came up to school and we spent the whole day in Sioux Falls shopping and hanging out. Since we rarely get to do this, it was such a treat. My roommates gave me a beautiful card, hand-crafted by Amanda-- who makes amazing cards, by the way. And on Sunday, we had lunch with Sarah's Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1082562445938466542004-04-21T11:47:00.000-04:002004-04-21T11:52:52.686-04:00"We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
-T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"
I feel as though this has been sort of my mantra this year. A lot of exploring... subject matter, self, relationships, God. I'm starting to recognize this yearning inside myself to go back, Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1082435379739900592004-04-20T00:29:00.000-04:002004-04-20T00:35:14.950-04:00tired My vision is starting to blur... I think my contact is drying out. Yeah, I only wear one contact. And after studying for my big Curriculum and Instruction test tomorrow, I think I deserve a good night of solid sleep. I'm dreaming of crawling under my blankets, pulling them up to my nose, and curling into myself. Hopefully I can have a nice dream of spring or something equally lovely.Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5200234.post-1081723928273858392004-04-11T18:52:00.000-04:002004-04-20T00:33:50.543-04:00Easter I wish that I'd thought about Him more today. I have been so busy this weekend just preparing for Easter that I've forgotten why we're having all these special services and chapels. Tonight we're having an Easter GIFT (Growing In Faith Together-- an on campus worship service), and I want to make sure that my mind is meditating on the sacrifice of Christ. I've been on the worship team Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12543733900577771513noreply@blogger.com0