|
VisaliaSparkler
|
read my profile
sign my guestbook
Name: Emily, Emerly,Emmy
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Metro: Greensboro
Birthday: 12/10/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: Growing.
Expertise: I can read pretty well.
Occupation: Research and development
Industry: Nonprofit
Message: message meEmail: email me
Member Since:
4/28/2004
 True
|
|
| Well, I did it.http://emerlysusanna.blogspot.com/
| | |
| I am taking the math praxis.I'm so nervous. Last time I took it, I didn't pass by 4 points. I can't get into the school of ed without this test. And I'm really worried cause I have to drive all the way to Hickory to take it and I might get lost and miss the test altogether. And even if I get there, I'm so bad at math.
Dear Father,
I really need to pass but I don't really understand math. I don't see how I can pass. I'm so nervous. You made math, and you made me brain. Please, somehow work something out. If you could just let me pass, I know I would be a really good teacher. Please help me get there on time and please let me pass.
Thanks. Amen.
| | |
| I feel like xanga has been abandoned and blogspot is the place to be. I might switch over, but I am so nostalgic.
| | |
| I had just pumped 10 dollars worth of gas into my car, enough for half a tank. Hitting the button saying that I didn't want a receipt, I turned to screw on my gas cap. A voice broke into my thoughts, "Excuse me..."
I looked up to see an older woman with long white hair standing there.
"Yes ma'am?"
"I'm sorry to bother you, but my truck is completely out of gas and I don't have any money. I'm trying to get to Liberty. If you just had some change..." She stretched out a hand showing a few coins.
Without even thinking, I pulled out my wallet, giving her all the money I had. When I had first pulled into the gas station, I was thinking about what I could do with that money. I could buy coffee, or put gas in my car next week. I could buy dinner, since I am going out with friends tonight. Instead I gave it all away. As I pulled out of the station, pulling on to Lee St, driving toward Dudley, I began to think about what I'd just done. I began to think about how God had provided that money for me, how nothing really is mine, it's all His. I began to wonder if the lady's story was true. I never give homeless people money, I buy them something instead. I wondered if I'd made a mistake. I have been blessed to be a blessing. Sometimes I think about how hard it is to try to pay for school, no one has ever turned around and given me money. Sometimes during camp, parents would donate extra to counselors. One time someone gave me 10 dollars. I was trying to serve God and I had hoped that he would take care of me a little better, but God has given me everything that I need. Giving what I have is just another step in trusting that God will provide for me.
"Hi, Miss Jackson". Those are words that I love to hear.
I graded, recorded and filed a million papers at Dudley today. And after the day was over, the kids started talking to me. I hate talking to them, because it's never just one, it's all of them and it's really intimidating to be rapid fire questioned by 20 kids. One girl asked me my favorite song and I said I didn't know and asked her what her favorite song was. And they all laughed. I cannot for the life of me figure out why that was funny.
I drove Justin, one of my fellow interns, back to campus after we were done at Dudley. I was very in myself, I guess you could say.
"You're a decided Christian, right?" Justin's question jerked me out of my thoughts.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you don't change your mind."
"Oh, no."
He proceeded to tell me his thoughts on religion. I just listened. Sometimes I am a slow processor. But I was glad to listen. Sometimes I think Christians are too quick to jump and say what they think. They don't listen to what other people think.
Well, that's all now because I am going back to Dudley for a poetry reading at 5:30. I'm a little nervous about going to an extracurricular event by myself, but it will be okay.
Love to you all.
| | |
| Not my regular tutoring experianceToday at Glenwood tutoring, neither Lesli or Taylor were there. Those are the fourth grade girls I usually work with. Instead I worked with a 2nd grader named Tavis. When I first sat down with him, he wouldn't even talk to me, which was really frustrating. But I kept on going like everything was normal. He didn't have any homework and so I wrote out some math problems for him to work on, and as he solved the second problem he began to cry. It was so sad, because he wouldn't talk to me and tell me what was wrong. I almost cried, I felt so helpless. I thought that we would have no break throughs today and then I asked him about the drawing on his binder. He opened it up and began to show me all these really well done drawings. I told him I could draw him, so I drew a stick figure. He took the pencil and drew himself next to the one I'd drawn. Then I told him that I could draw me, so I drew another stick figure. Again, he took the pencil and began to draw me. His drawings were 10 times better than mine and he's 8. I started to ask him questions and he would answer with his fingers or he'd write it down. So I was excited because at least we were communicating, but my favorite was when he pulled out a Jolly Rancher and gave it to me. That's when I knew we were friends. I forget at exactly what point he began to talk to me. He also told me a secret that I am not allowed to share because I can't tell anyone. It was such a funny secret but his little 8 year old self was so serious that I didn't laugh til later. By the end, we were friends and I was glad that I was patient.
I think that he was just testing me because he wanted to see how I would react and if I would still try to work with him even if he was stubborn. I think we all have that question in our hearts, will you still love me, even when it's hard?
| | |
|
