So someone offered me tickets to go see Usher's concert in Beijing and I turned it down. Didn't think I'd be missing much. But guess who his guest was? WANG LEEHOM
I'm going to crawl into a hole and cry now.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
My Slightly Crazy Long but Blessed Flight Home
My day began at 4:40 am May 14. Jeff calls and arrives 15 minutes later to pick me up and take me to the C'ville airport. And for those of you that know, he basically guilt-tripped me into letting him drive me. He is waayyy too nice. The night before I was busy packing with Dave busy moving my stuff into his apt (I still feel kinda bad because I dumped the Himalayas in his room) and I eventually finished the day by watching Ratatouille with Twobelle, Huuuster, and the Honorary Asian. Since I got back to my empty prison cell around 1:40 and then needed to be up in 3 hours, I decided to not go to bed at all. Thus, I basically slept the entire way on my flights.
I hate flying with a passion because I get sick. I absolutely hate any non-aisle seats because I either get stuck next to a person that refuses to let me go to the bathroom or I don't have leg space at all (and yes, even though my legs aren't crazy long, they aren't short either). But I felt as if God was covering me the entire way. On the way from C'ville to DC, the seat next to was empty, so I completely took advantage of the empty area below the seat and stashed my huge-non-stow away-cabinet fitting luggage there. Then from DC to San Francisco I was giving an aisle seat on the huge 767 and had the most non-existent seating neighboring. He slept the entire way and not once asked me to get out of my seat. Praise the Lord that even though I got lost in the SanFran airport I still made it to the gate on time and boarded without any problems. Unfortunately economy class was not overbooked and I was not upgraded to business or first class. I entered the 747 to discover that I wasn't given an aisle seat, but a seat smack-dab in the middle. Thus, I was keeping my fingers crossed, hoping it would between two nice people that wouldn't be constantly walking out and taking over parts of my seat. I walked over to aisle 38 and realized it was mother and two babies. Just before the complaining mind-set of mine kicks in, the mother points to the grandmother and asks me, "Would you mind switching seats with her?" I look over and discover that the switch they are offering is the AISLE SEAT (and at this moment you can picture me frantically nodding my head with that huge grin on my face).
I happily sit down in the aisle seat (hehehehehe) and then snooze away. The guy next to me was the only part of my trip that annoyed me. He put his stuff in my area and I wonder why I didn't bother calling him out on it... He slept most of way, with his arms on the armrest, taking some of my space... but since he didn't seem like he was purposely doing it, I didn't mind that much. It was when he was awake that made me want to punch him.
So he wakes up and then towards the end of the trip we started chatting. He found out that I was a college student and then asks me my major. After hearing that I was an English major he laughs and goes, "Why? Why would you major in English in America"? To be honest, that is the dumbest question I've ever heard in my life. I wanted to punch him right in the nose. I told him that it's because I grew up in America (I don't really understand why I answered this way. Probably because it was to tell him that I was capable of handling English lit. pressure) and then he goes, "Oh, I thought you came here to major in ESL". I was just about to faint out of my chair. So then the conversation continues on and then he goes, "You know, because of my background I know 6 different languages". I was impressed by this, thinking he knew English, French, Spanish, German etc. but his definition of 6 languages turns out to be 6 dialects. I was dis-impressed. At this point the beverage cart rolls by and I order an Cranberry Apple with ice. He then has two responses to this. 1) Ice isn't good for you. 2) American orange juice is disgusting. This is when my American pride kicks in and I go, "No, it's the best". Except his answers that there is a difference between being the best and being disgusting. I wanted to say that his taste-buds have issues, but decided not too.
Then the guys decides to challenge my Chinese ability and kept trying to make it seem as if my Chinese sucked. He first goes, I guess you can't read pinyin. I was like I soooo can and it's really easy. He then looks at his watch (it was 1:30pm) and goes it's 晚上 (night) and I go yeah. But at the moment I was thinking CVille and not SanFran time, which meant it was 凌晨 (basically anytime between 12:01 am and 6am). He goes, "You know, there is a difference between the two". And I go, "Yes, I know. It's 凌晨at my school". He doesn't say anything (yes, one point for me). That was basically the end of our conversation.
I guess I wasn't very nice during the flight but was rather arrogant myself. But how could I fly 18 hours and not be cranky? And the babies around me wouldn't stop crying.
But nonetheless, I got my aisle seats and the plane didn't crash, so I'm thankful.
I also apologize for any grammar mistakes. It's almost 4 am and I'm toooooo lazy to go back and edit.
I hate flying with a passion because I get sick. I absolutely hate any non-aisle seats because I either get stuck next to a person that refuses to let me go to the bathroom or I don't have leg space at all (and yes, even though my legs aren't crazy long, they aren't short either). But I felt as if God was covering me the entire way. On the way from C'ville to DC, the seat next to was empty, so I completely took advantage of the empty area below the seat and stashed my huge-non-stow away-cabinet fitting luggage there. Then from DC to San Francisco I was giving an aisle seat on the huge 767 and had the most non-existent seating neighboring. He slept the entire way and not once asked me to get out of my seat. Praise the Lord that even though I got lost in the SanFran airport I still made it to the gate on time and boarded without any problems. Unfortunately economy class was not overbooked and I was not upgraded to business or first class. I entered the 747 to discover that I wasn't given an aisle seat, but a seat smack-dab in the middle. Thus, I was keeping my fingers crossed, hoping it would between two nice people that wouldn't be constantly walking out and taking over parts of my seat. I walked over to aisle 38 and realized it was mother and two babies. Just before the complaining mind-set of mine kicks in, the mother points to the grandmother and asks me, "Would you mind switching seats with her?" I look over and discover that the switch they are offering is the AISLE SEAT (and at this moment you can picture me frantically nodding my head with that huge grin on my face).
I happily sit down in the aisle seat (hehehehehe) and then snooze away. The guy next to me was the only part of my trip that annoyed me. He put his stuff in my area and I wonder why I didn't bother calling him out on it... He slept most of way, with his arms on the armrest, taking some of my space... but since he didn't seem like he was purposely doing it, I didn't mind that much. It was when he was awake that made me want to punch him.
So he wakes up and then towards the end of the trip we started chatting. He found out that I was a college student and then asks me my major. After hearing that I was an English major he laughs and goes, "Why? Why would you major in English in America"? To be honest, that is the dumbest question I've ever heard in my life. I wanted to punch him right in the nose. I told him that it's because I grew up in America (I don't really understand why I answered this way. Probably because it was to tell him that I was capable of handling English lit. pressure) and then he goes, "Oh, I thought you came here to major in ESL". I was just about to faint out of my chair. So then the conversation continues on and then he goes, "You know, because of my background I know 6 different languages". I was impressed by this, thinking he knew English, French, Spanish, German etc. but his definition of 6 languages turns out to be 6 dialects. I was dis-impressed. At this point the beverage cart rolls by and I order an Cranberry Apple with ice. He then has two responses to this. 1) Ice isn't good for you. 2) American orange juice is disgusting. This is when my American pride kicks in and I go, "No, it's the best". Except his answers that there is a difference between being the best and being disgusting. I wanted to say that his taste-buds have issues, but decided not too.
Then the guys decides to challenge my Chinese ability and kept trying to make it seem as if my Chinese sucked. He first goes, I guess you can't read pinyin. I was like I soooo can and it's really easy. He then looks at his watch (it was 1:30pm) and goes it's 晚上 (night) and I go yeah. But at the moment I was thinking CVille and not SanFran time, which meant it was 凌晨 (basically anytime between 12:01 am and 6am). He goes, "You know, there is a difference between the two". And I go, "Yes, I know. It's 凌晨at my school". He doesn't say anything (yes, one point for me). That was basically the end of our conversation.
I guess I wasn't very nice during the flight but was rather arrogant myself. But how could I fly 18 hours and not be cranky? And the babies around me wouldn't stop crying.
But nonetheless, I got my aisle seats and the plane didn't crash, so I'm thankful.
I also apologize for any grammar mistakes. It's almost 4 am and I'm toooooo lazy to go back and edit.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
When Words Refuse to Communicate
I'm sitting my ENGL 382 final and I'm looking at the ID's that I have to do. I stare at the passages, they stare back at me. They recognize me, but I do not recognize them. I've seen them before and can mentally picture them on the page, except they are title-less. "Talk to me," I think. "Tell me your name". They refused to.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Study Break
I've been sitting in the same cornered desk for almost 8 hours now. Thought I might blog as a break before I dive back into work. The notes on the desk are quite amusing.
- Favorite animal? camel, donkey, monkey, hokie
- Which class are you studying for? ECON 201, PLCP, PHYS 142E, CHEM 141, PSYC 240, Culinary School, Plant Bio 3180: Don't take it!, ENLT
- Hours, Clemons: 12 (Dec. 6)
-You can do it! Go for it! Some other person: yes!!!
and then they are just some random illustrations of chemical compounds.
- Favorite animal? camel, donkey, monkey, hokie
- Which class are you studying for? ECON 201, PLCP, PHYS 142E, CHEM 141, PSYC 240, Culinary School, Plant Bio 3180: Don't take it!, ENLT
- Hours, Clemons: 12 (Dec. 6)
-You can do it! Go for it! Some other person: yes!!!
and then they are just some random illustrations of chemical compounds.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
4th Year Send-Off
As of right now I'm supposed to be working on my English essay, compiling my Chinese portfolio, and catching up with history reading. But I feel like I need to blog this while it's still fresh in my memory.
The 4th year send-off yesterday was a lot less emotional than I had predicted. It's not a bad thing because we created more memorable memories for all of us, especially Vicky in her video recording. Her "guns" were quite impressive.
Even though it was bitter-sweet, the see-saw between these two adjectives tilted slighted towards sweet. Laughter filled the room and it's laughter that you can pull out of a file cabinet whenever needed and listen to again.
The advice the 4th years passed on was great, despite the fact they contradicted each other. I really do wish each and every one of them the best and I know God will be watching over and guiding them. Just hope they'd visit.
*I was privileged to taste the smores-bars.
The 4th year send-off yesterday was a lot less emotional than I had predicted. It's not a bad thing because we created more memorable memories for all of us, especially Vicky in her video recording. Her "guns" were quite impressive.
Even though it was bitter-sweet, the see-saw between these two adjectives tilted slighted towards sweet. Laughter filled the room and it's laughter that you can pull out of a file cabinet whenever needed and listen to again.
The advice the 4th years passed on was great, despite the fact they contradicted each other. I really do wish each and every one of them the best and I know God will be watching over and guiding them. Just hope they'd visit.
*I was privileged to taste the smores-bars.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
My Friends and my Foot
Such an odd combination isn't it?
I wasn't exactly planning for an epic/horrifying bonding moment today. Instead, I was expecting a fulfillment due to church and an exceptionally productive day at Clark (the former occurred: God is amazing, even when pruning. the latter seems like it's about to plunder) I was not at all expecting my foot to be almost-entirely-eternally trapped in my boot, begging to the see the light of day. Nonetheless, it occurred: my boot ate my foot.
I had figured that the stuck zipper would not create much distress because I had ultimate belief that Christine and Annie knew they ways around zippers. However, the entire chaotic/amusing moment was not due to their lack of ability, but rather the stubborn leather that refused to budge, move, and crawl out of the contraption. We pulled, cut, oiled the metal beast and yet made no progress. Thus, Christine *light-bulb moment* decided we should force my foot out of the boot before we attempted to fix the zipper. She pulled the shoe one way and I pulled my leg the other. (Thanks to this moment, most of Lambeth 466-4 will know what I sound like when I give birth) Unfortunately, it didn't work. Mel contemplated the idea of pouring oil down into the boot so my foot would slide out. Thank goodness that plan wasn't used.
So as I was worrying over whether or not my foot will ever重见天日，Christine borrows a pair of needlenose pliers and together will Mel released my foot from it's dark cave. At this moment I was praying, hoping my foot will come out of an undamaged boot and it did :)
It's amazing how friends can bond over a foot, my foot in particular. It's also quite amazing that this problem was solved by English and History majors. I guess we will have careers after all, despite what some people may think ;)
I wasn't exactly planning for an epic/horrifying bonding moment today. Instead, I was expecting a fulfillment due to church and an exceptionally productive day at Clark (the former occurred: God is amazing, even when pruning. the latter seems like it's about to plunder) I was not at all expecting my foot to be almost-entirely-eternally trapped in my boot, begging to the see the light of day. Nonetheless, it occurred: my boot ate my foot.
I had figured that the stuck zipper would not create much distress because I had ultimate belief that Christine and Annie knew they ways around zippers. However, the entire chaotic/amusing moment was not due to their lack of ability, but rather the stubborn leather that refused to budge, move, and crawl out of the contraption. We pulled, cut, oiled the metal beast and yet made no progress. Thus, Christine *light-bulb moment* decided we should force my foot out of the boot before we attempted to fix the zipper. She pulled the shoe one way and I pulled my leg the other. (Thanks to this moment, most of Lambeth 466-4 will know what I sound like when I give birth) Unfortunately, it didn't work. Mel contemplated the idea of pouring oil down into the boot so my foot would slide out. Thank goodness that plan wasn't used.
So as I was worrying over whether or not my foot will ever重见天日，Christine borrows a pair of needlenose pliers and together will Mel released my foot from it's dark cave. At this moment I was praying, hoping my foot will come out of an undamaged boot and it did :)
It's amazing how friends can bond over a foot, my foot in particular. It's also quite amazing that this problem was solved by English and History majors. I guess we will have careers after all, despite what some people may think ;)
Friday, April 9, 2010
Mark Chen and Easter
I realize that these two subjects don't exactly belong in the same post, but I'm too lazy to write two separate ones.
Mark Chen, who is now Vicky's best friend, was an epic and brilliant production? character?
We all love Vicky, and thus decided to prank her on April Fool's Day. I'd have to admit, it was pretty hilarious when she freaked out and frantically called 5 people trying to understand the present situation. It was even funnier when it took her 20 minutes to realize that it was a prank, Mark Chen isn't real, and that the target of the prank was her and only her. CCF and others put way too much time into making MC real. I think during this elaborate preparation we all became a bit delusional at some point. Apparently Vicky still feels that he is real and becomes happy when MC replies her wall posts :P
Now this is when I am transitioning to Easter. This abrupt and illogical jump would not be approved my English professors and TAs.
Easter Sunday! Went to Trinity at 7:45 am to avoid the Easter-only church goers. I don't think I've ever been to church with such a large number of people! Pastor Greg Thompson was amazing. During the service I felt God's presence and that he was speaking to me. It's so blessed to be able to physically and emotionally sense God's presence. After service I was reminded by b.chiang that when talking about Christ's resurrection, the linking verb is "is". How amazing is that! (No, I am not being a grammar geek) Christ IS Risen at this moment and point in time and will continue on throughout eternity! This is everlasting HOPE!
At the Beaver Creek picnic that followed the service, I continued to feel God's presence. There was so much and love and care. The food was amazing too! I don't think I've ever experienced this much love from people outside my family. I was completely blown away at how strong friendships can be. When God works, anything is possible.
Mark Chen, who is now Vicky's best friend, was an epic and brilliant production? character?
We all love Vicky, and thus decided to prank her on April Fool's Day. I'd have to admit, it was pretty hilarious when she freaked out and frantically called 5 people trying to understand the present situation. It was even funnier when it took her 20 minutes to realize that it was a prank, Mark Chen isn't real, and that the target of the prank was her and only her. CCF and others put way too much time into making MC real. I think during this elaborate preparation we all became a bit delusional at some point. Apparently Vicky still feels that he is real and becomes happy when MC replies her wall posts :P
Now this is when I am transitioning to Easter. This abrupt and illogical jump would not be approved my English professors and TAs.
Easter Sunday! Went to Trinity at 7:45 am to avoid the Easter-only church goers. I don't think I've ever been to church with such a large number of people! Pastor Greg Thompson was amazing. During the service I felt God's presence and that he was speaking to me. It's so blessed to be able to physically and emotionally sense God's presence. After service I was reminded by b.chiang that when talking about Christ's resurrection, the linking verb is "is". How amazing is that! (No, I am not being a grammar geek) Christ IS Risen at this moment and point in time and will continue on throughout eternity! This is everlasting HOPE!
At the Beaver Creek picnic that followed the service, I continued to feel God's presence. There was so much and love and care. The food was amazing too! I don't think I've ever experienced this much love from people outside my family. I was completely blown away at how strong friendships can be. When God works, anything is possible.
Driving IV
After watching the basketball game Monday night, David dropped me, Yun, and Brian off. After he dropped Brian off he made me park. And yes, I parked inside the lines next to one other car. But I didn't have the guts to back out of the spot.
Driving III
So last Friday after large group and dinner, Brian let me drive from Barracks to Lambeth. Boy, was that scary. Not only was it pitch black, but I also went40 mph. Ok, I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but my heart was about to pound out of my chest. I was screaming while Brian and Melissa tried to calm me down.
In the end it was all good :)
In the end it was all good :)
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Driving II
Last Saturday (the day of our DC trip yay) I drove David's car from Hereford to Old Dorms. He wouldn't let me drive to Lambeth. Took up two spots while attempting to park. No one died.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Driving I
I practiced parking with b.chiang yesterday. And boy, was I nervous. After my car accident during the summer, I've had this lingering fear of sitting behind the steering wheel.
Fortunately, I hit no one and nothing while parking in the Lambeth parking lot. Thanks Brian for trusting me with your car.
Fortunately, I hit no one and nothing while parking in the Lambeth parking lot. Thanks Brian for trusting me with your car.
烦
目前心里很烦，但我知道只有把一切交托给主才能得到真正的平安。
这个周末我发现其实我真的没有耐心。有好多次我差点儿就按捺不住自己的情绪。若不是因为主，我可能就会爆发。不过，在我烦的时候，因为有朋友的支持我才没有把我心里的不满吐露出来. 谢了克里斯丁孟 :) 毕竟我也不是完人，在神面前我是不折不扣的罪人。神既然能原谅我，那我为什么不能以同样的方式对待别人呢？我也应对别人有同样的忍耐，同样的爱。我有什么好骄傲的呢？
不过，在我心里的烦躁还没有完全除去掉之前，我还是一个人待着比较好。我需要好好地跟主交流。
这个周末我发现其实我真的没有耐心。有好多次我差点儿就按捺不住自己的情绪。若不是因为主，我可能就会爆发。不过，在我烦的时候，因为有朋友的支持我才没有把我心里的不满吐露出来. 谢了克里斯丁孟 :) 毕竟我也不是完人，在神面前我是不折不扣的罪人。神既然能原谅我，那我为什么不能以同样的方式对待别人呢？我也应对别人有同样的忍耐，同样的爱。我有什么好骄傲的呢？
不过，在我心里的烦躁还没有完全除去掉之前，我还是一个人待着比较好。我需要好好地跟主交流。
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
UNC-Duke Dialectic
The word "dialectic" was finally cleared up for me by Ning today on skype :)
My stay so far in Raleigh has been amazing so far. Christine's entire family has been really sweet :)
Along with Brian, Christine and her friends Josh and AJ, I got to see both UNC and Duke.
UNC is simply gorgeous. The campus felt peaceful and pleasant and is well-light and presented a positive and comfortable vibe. What I loved most about UNC was their street signs. They are HUGE!!! Being a person that hates walking around in glasses, I totally benefited.
After an amazing tour at UNC we headed off to Duke. After getting lost and experiencing AJ's crazy driving, we ended safely in one-piece at Duke. Unfortunately, it took the five of us eternity to figure out how to pay for parking.
Duke is breathtaking in terms of architecture. You could tell that it was a rich, cultured university. They had a huge forest and a garden that probably would be stunning if it's spring season. Duke feels like a theme park. Being secluded from the city of Durham (I don't know if that is a goo), it didn't have something like The Corner or Franklin Street. All the shops and restaurants were on grounds (campus?). They have ice-cream and water stands, something you'd find in Disney World or Six Flags.
Both of the schools are stunning, but by the end of the day I realized that my heart is truly with UVa. Despite the ugly chem building and the morbid physics building, UVa is awesome. Perhaps it's because I'm familiar with grounds, but I think it's more because I met some of the best people in my life (aka CCF).
The Tar Heels and Blue Devils can fight all they want, it has nothing to do with me, I'm a Wahoo.
My stay so far in Raleigh has been amazing so far. Christine's entire family has been really sweet :)
Along with Brian, Christine and her friends Josh and AJ, I got to see both UNC and Duke.
UNC is simply gorgeous. The campus felt peaceful and pleasant and is well-light and presented a positive and comfortable vibe. What I loved most about UNC was their street signs. They are HUGE!!! Being a person that hates walking around in glasses, I totally benefited.
After an amazing tour at UNC we headed off to Duke. After getting lost and experiencing AJ's crazy driving, we ended safely in one-piece at Duke. Unfortunately, it took the five of us eternity to figure out how to pay for parking.
Duke is breathtaking in terms of architecture. You could tell that it was a rich, cultured university. They had a huge forest and a garden that probably would be stunning if it's spring season. Duke feels like a theme park. Being secluded from the city of Durham (I don't know if that is a goo), it didn't have something like The Corner or Franklin Street. All the shops and restaurants were on grounds (campus?). They have ice-cream and water stands, something you'd find in Disney World or Six Flags.
Both of the schools are stunning, but by the end of the day I realized that my heart is truly with UVa. Despite the ugly chem building and the morbid physics building, UVa is awesome. Perhaps it's because I'm familiar with grounds, but I think it's more because I met some of the best people in my life (aka CCF).
The Tar Heels and Blue Devils can fight all they want, it has nothing to do with me, I'm a Wahoo.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Prettty Awesome Weekend!
This weekend was packed with events!
Saturday
So Melissa and Christine talk me into going to the 2012 Half-Way There party, beginning our shopping adventure. Originally I wasn't planning on going, but then we hit the dress section in the department store and there was no turning back then. Christine and I both ended finding dresses for really great deals (hers:$35 mine:$25) after trying on a gazillion ones. They made me try on sparkly colorful ones. The ironic thing is neither of us both dresses with color. After returning from our shopping adventure we did some work (or at least tried t0) and then started getting ready for the dance. What happens when 6 girls are trying to get ready for a party when there are only two bathrooms? We don't leave on time. And we take way too many pictures.
Sunday
Today is exactly one month away from Brian's real birthday. Since it would be extremely difficult to surprise him on his actual birthday, we decided to surprise him a month beforehand. Everything was planned out perfectly. Christine, Brian, and I would go to the Duke game while everyone else invaded Lambeth 466-4. Then I would ask for a ride back and then he'd be forced to go the apartment. Perfect and Brilliant. Not.
Christine ended up not going to the game and Brian had a group project meeting right after the game. How was I supposed to ask to give me a ride then? Christine and I brainstormed and killed brain cells. We thought perhaps Melissa could pretend she seriously injured herself (not that she would actually have to pretend...) and then Brian would need to take her to the ER. The difficult part was actually acting shocked when she "called".
What ended up happening was I asked Brian to come to Lambeth to help me carry my stuff back. It worked, he came, and was surprised. He did, however, leave first. But, a few minutes later and BRIAN is back!!!! He ended up surprising all of us. He is still the king of surprises!
Gotta love CCF and Lambeth/IRC Chi Alpha members.
Saturday
So Melissa and Christine talk me into going to the 2012 Half-Way There party, beginning our shopping adventure. Originally I wasn't planning on going, but then we hit the dress section in the department store and there was no turning back then. Christine and I both ended finding dresses for really great deals (hers:$35 mine:$25) after trying on a gazillion ones. They made me try on sparkly colorful ones. The ironic thing is neither of us both dresses with color. After returning from our shopping adventure we did some work (or at least tried t0) and then started getting ready for the dance. What happens when 6 girls are trying to get ready for a party when there are only two bathrooms? We don't leave on time. And we take way too many pictures.
Sunday
Today is exactly one month away from Brian's real birthday. Since it would be extremely difficult to surprise him on his actual birthday, we decided to surprise him a month beforehand. Everything was planned out perfectly. Christine, Brian, and I would go to the Duke game while everyone else invaded Lambeth 466-4. Then I would ask for a ride back and then he'd be forced to go the apartment. Perfect and Brilliant. Not.
Christine ended up not going to the game and Brian had a group project meeting right after the game. How was I supposed to ask to give me a ride then? Christine and I brainstormed and killed brain cells. We thought perhaps Melissa could pretend she seriously injured herself (not that she would actually have to pretend...) and then Brian would need to take her to the ER. The difficult part was actually acting shocked when she "called".
What ended up happening was I asked Brian to come to Lambeth to help me carry my stuff back. It worked, he came, and was surprised. He did, however, leave first. But, a few minutes later and BRIAN is back!!!! He ended up surprising all of us. He is still the king of surprises!
Gotta love CCF and Lambeth/IRC Chi Alpha members.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Paper-writing Kills Brain Cells
Looking at a blank document and trying to fill it with black squiggly lines isn't exactly the best exercise for one's brain. I need a device that I can dictate into and have it spit out my essay for me.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Watching My lil'Sis Grow
I've been home for nearly a month and have witnessed no major changed except for how much my little sister Jessica has grown.
Being seven years younger than me, Jessica has always been the baby of the family. Even though her IQ was higher than most children her age, she still was the little one that needed to hold mommy's hand while crossing the street. She still looks like the baby of the family and often acts like one, but internally she has grown so much that amazes me. She carries on intellectual conversations with people much older than her without any fear. She answers every question with an entire logical process of her own and her thought process amazes anyone that expects a typical twelve-year old answer.
Why has she grown this fast? I often wanted to keep her at age three but she subtly sprouted and now shines beyond my expectations. I suppose this is how parents feel.
Being seven years younger than me, Jessica has always been the baby of the family. Even though her IQ was higher than most children her age, she still was the little one that needed to hold mommy's hand while crossing the street. She still looks like the baby of the family and often acts like one, but internally she has grown so much that amazes me. She carries on intellectual conversations with people much older than her without any fear. She answers every question with an entire logical process of her own and her thought process amazes anyone that expects a typical twelve-year old answer.
Why has she grown this fast? I often wanted to keep her at age three but she subtly sprouted and now shines beyond my expectations. I suppose this is how parents feel.
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