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Name: Rebekah
Gender: Female
Interests: Learning new languages, Reading a good book, Counting stars, Admiring the Eiffel Tower, Taking pauses in life's busy winds, Sipping tea,
Expertise: Lollipop taste tester, hop-scotcher extrodinaire
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
10/18/2006
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| B+ student and a A+ kinda galI continually find myself in the same torturous situation. It's mid or end of the semester and I decide to give myself a goal marker by calculating how many points in a class I need to get the grade that I want - and if you know me, "A" isn't just for Apple.
Although, as I'm quickly learning, B+ seems to be my destiny - no matter how objective....or subjective the grading.... If you were to look at a copy of my transcript, you'd think B+ was what I was aiming for.
I fight inside my heart with questions like 'Perhaps this subject just isn't my cup of tea? , But I studied for hours, how could I miss 3? Why am I always just not quite...good enough? Should I cancel my life this weekend to lock myself up with my book?"
I once again find myself - calculating the chances of getting an A in , well today it's Business Law... and wow, what a surprise... I'd have to get a 101% on the final to get an A-. I wonder if Batman makes housecalls.
With saying all this, I've come to a conclusion........ I'm giving in. But not in the way you might think. I've never been one for trying for the minimum - or even cutting corners on busy work..... but I am known to stress out too much over the difference between a B+ and A-. (yeah, guilty as charged!)
I look at it this way, what accounts for those 2 percentage points? Is there something wrong with my study habits or memorization skills?
Not quite.
I love to watch French movies, especially at the Ragtag cinema downtown where I can get a fresh baguette and a beer to watch the movie with. Going to the gym is a wonderful healthy habit of mine. Chipotle is scrumptous Mexican food at 8pm with good friends. Going to the movies to see the Dark Knight was phenomenal. Walking around campus with ice cream clears up a boring Friday afternoon. Reading a good book that includes dragons and a gnome named Tasselhoff Burrfoot is not nerdy if nobody knows (oops, too late). Snuggeling up with my kitty and hot cocoa while listening to Jack Johnson clears my mind and soul when my B+'s got me down. Having a job where I'm the assistant manager is fun - and makes good money. Volunteering for the Humane Society is a great activity. Drawing near the pool on a sunny Sunday morning makes me smile. Drinking mojitos the night before makes me laugh. Talking to my parents every day warms my heart. Being held by my boyfriend makes me happy. Taking pictures gives me many perspectives on life.... and................and..............
Perhaps these are all things that account for my 2%. If I was using my time eating gummy bears and watching Celebrity Apprentice - perhaps then I would see things differently.
Frankly, I see myself as an all around A+ kinda gal , that these hobbies and interests, and dreams count for more than just 2%.
It may be true that in the accounting school, competition is stiff - but hey, I've got a thirst for learning, a strong, dedicated will in my pocket, and passion in my heart..... with that I can not only accomplish my dreams - but find worth and meaning in them as well.
Last but not least - I wanted to blog for a second about my recent offer from Ernst & Young. I am very proud to announce that I am a future summer intern for the Clayton, MO office of Ernst & Young 2009. I am thrilled and feel so privilged to work for such an amazing company. I have a truly "meant to be" feeling about this firm, and can't wait to challenge myself and grow professionally.
p.s. I get to be spiff business girl in my suit all next summer! sweeeeeeeett
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| All my bags are packed....I'm ready to go..... I'm standing outside your door.....Cause I'm leavinnnnnnnnnnnn on a jet plane.............! Don't know when I'll be back againnnnnnn (well, perhaps 10 days.....) !!!!! Ohhhh babe.... CAN'T WAIT TO GO!
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| ..............And then I found five euros....I have a feeling these next 3 weeks will be the longest and the shortest 3 weeks in my life. I have exams, the bookstore, group projects, papers, and......getting ready for France.
It all happened so fast, one minute I was pining to return.... plotting an escape..... tossing around whether I could sell any useless body parts for a plane ticket.... when.................. some amazing news came my way that changed everything.
My darling little sister (not quite so little anymore!) got an internship in the south of France for 2 months doing research in her field of study. She will be staying in Perpignan for the months of May, June, and part of July. She will be going to France - and will be getting paid to go. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest for being so proud and so jealous of her.......... it warmed my heart even more when the first words out of my sister's mouth were: "You have to visit me, I'm telling mom your going"
Within the span of minutes I was researching tickets and checking dates - sending out a French "SOS" for any of my Frenchies that could let me stay with them for a week.... when finally I found a low fair - and a perfect plan.... 3 days in Paris ..... 3 days in Perpignan...then back to Paris for 4 days.... it was all happening so fast. Did I have the money? Did I have a place to stay? Would I miss some summer school? Can I really make this happen!?
In the span of 3 days my whole world changed - I found out my sister got an internship, I cried and plotted escape plans - I bought a ticket... and I found someplace to stay....and now I'm trying to pinch myself realizing I'm REALLY going back.
I can see the first day I arrive so vividly that a goofy grin rarely leaves my lips.... I get off the plane and am greeted by an old friend, my how a year has flown by..... I put my bags down at his place and we go for lunch at my old street cafe.... I get something sweet from my bakery I went to every morning...... I look down my street again and see the window of my old apartment - I take the same metro stop.... then we walk down to the Eiffel Tower and go straight to the top - for FREE! (his brother works there, and has made arrangements! I feel like such a princess!) - then we have dinner with good friends, eating TARTIFLETTE - and spend the night recounting stories and laughing, all while sipping French wine and eating the smelliest cheese I can find... 
I've already gotten my suitcase out, already made endless lists in my mind of what I want to do, I've gotten together old maps and metro cards to take with me... and re-located all my favorite pubs for my nights out.... I was looking through my old box of French things from my semester abroad when I dropped a map that unfolded and suddenly on the floor was laying..........5 euros..... I immediately looked up to my mother and stated "wow, .........and then I found five euros" - a huge grin swept over my face and I felt at the top of the world... could it get any better? any more exciting? any more meant to be?
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.............................................that's like.... almost 7 dollars.......
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| A Long Distance Love Lately I've been daydreaming about Paris. What's new you might ask, Rebekah daydreams about gay old Par-ee just about every waking second.... perhaps... not quite...
My life back at MU has been a whirlwind ever since I've returned. I'm officially in the Accounting school, starting my hard classes of my major (yikes, tax!) and am trying to beef-up my resume with clubs, extracurriculars and job experience..... where do I have a moment to daydream about Paris? Where do I have a minute to breathe?
Sometimes it feels like I will never have a moment to relax - however I believe (or just tell myself) I'm one of those "works better under pressure", and believe strongly that with my schedule in hand and worry filled brow...that's what keeps me going. I try not to look back - I try to just do everything intensely and to my fullest.... I try to knock the socks off of exams and raise my hand to volunteer when an opportunity comes. Am I crazy - filling my plate at every chance? Some may say so... some, as do many....tell me that I worry too much, that I should relax.... that I need a day off....
.....but would that drive me more insane?
I figured out I'm in a mad love relationship with Paris..... sometimes we fight - I get angry that I can't remember verb conjugations... or I vow that I can't make enough money this year to go and visit..... sometimes I get upset.... I realize how long it's been since we last saw each other...... I realize how slowly my "on my toes French" skills are slipping away...... I begin to forget the taste of crepes......I begin to loose sight of the bakery on my street........
And then... It happens.
I see a movie where they show the Eiffel Tower. I find a metro ticket from a journey past. I hear French on the street, from some crazy exchange student..... and then the mad love affair starts again.
I guess you could say we have quite a complicated relationship, France and I. But I believe it to be more of love, more so that I love all it's imperfections, all it's quirks - and all the reasons why I can't picture myself falling in love with any other place in my life.
Maybe someday I'll actually find a person who loves me (and my kitty!) for all my imperfections, for my smile and for me. Until then, Paris keeps me on track to work harder during the semester...until one day.....we can finally....be reunited....
Paris, Je t'aime.
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| The $50 smurf Today, I shall start the blogging again... today, I shall tell the story..... of the $50 smurf.
I had no idea when I left for school this morning, that I would have my day turned upside down... nothing was out of the ordinary. It was cold, snowing, and....like a good girl, I went to class. When I got home, I put my keys down, walked into my back bedroom, and shouted out for my darling kitty.....only.......something wasn't right.
When I finally found her she was in my closet on a shelf sleeping in all my clothes - silly kitty.... only... wait... why is her mouth all blue? I began to wonder what she had gotten into - and could not for the life of me, figure it out. I don't own any markers. I couldn't find any pens laying around. No blue candy. No blue eyeliner laying around, and no cleaning fluids in reach. I then discovered that not only was it slightly around her mouth - her tongue and teeth were bluish as well....she had obviously ingested something she shouldn't have (at least, the last I checked her normal food was brown)
I then called the doctor - not panicked but concerned that she might have ingested something toxic- he asked if she was gasping for air - as I examined my kitty, I felt vibes of sleepy and content, but nothing out of the ordinary - he suggested I take her in to get her vitals checked just in case she had just ingested something toxic ....good idea.
Many head scratches later, we could still not find anything wrong with her - except the unusual blue marker type marks all over her mouth and tongue... one butt thermometer and $50 later, we were on our way home. I kept her in her cage until I vaccummed and cleaned my apartment top to bottom - hoping to discover the mystery blue source.... with no avail.
With a bit of creativity I've come to this conclusion: There was a magical smurf that lived in my apartment, who is no longer. My kitty must have ordered him off e-bay, or traded him for my 4 function calculator (which is missing). This is the only logical explanation I can come up with.....considering I'm trying to rationalize why it took $50 for the vet to tell me my cat "ate something blue." -hmmmmmm yes, a $50 smurf.
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