"As today’s American culture continues to create a sex driven atmosphere, influencing the thoughts and behavior of young people throughout the country, we must keep the safety and needs of our youth at heart..." blah blah blah. What I'd like to know is whatever happened to my Saturdays? Instead of being mine, they've been turned over to the towering piles of school work that supposedly prepare me for my future career.
Saturday is no longer a day of play, but instead I use it as a day to swim to the surface for a few breaths of air only to be shoved back under the water for the next 6 days until the next Saturday rolls around. My lung capacity has expanded, with all the work that seems to come my way Monday through Friday, but no time to complete it during those days. Thus, here I am, at the library, on my ex-play-day to write an extremely intense persuasive paper on the pros and necessity of comprehensive sex education. This topic has consumed my brain for the past...FOREVER. Last Saturday was devoted to researching and writing a 5 page OUTLINE for the debate I had to perform on Monday covering this topic. Today is lovingly devoted to the 2,000-3,000 word paper on the same subject. My outline for this topic alone was over 1,000 words. I'm not too worried about the length of my paper (in all reality, 2,000 words is not that long,) but more about the quality of my writing. I haven't written a complete persuasive/research paper in YEARS. I wouldn't be too terribly worried except for the fact that I really enjoy this class and appreciate the teacher, therefore I want to do my absolute best.
Anywho...there goes my Saturdays from here on out. No more playing for me. Luckily I enjoy writing and hope to do it professionally one day, so I guess I'd better get used to this. :)
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Feeling Dad
I don't get to see my dad, but I do get to feel him sometimes. He died September 30th 1993 - 16 years ago. My dad is not a dream; he is not a figment of my imagination. He is a real man and I know him.
Sometimes I compare my dad to Heavenly Father. I was with him once, but as time passes my memories fade. My whole life I have heard, "Crystal, you have the most amazing memory." Wouldn't you...if someone so dear to you suddenly disappeared? I remember lying in bed after he died, going over and over in my mind each unique memory I had of him. Him holding Kayleen and me with one arm as we giggled hysterically while desperately trying to escape from his grasp. Him yelling "BED!!!" and we 3 would run upstairs to his water bed where we magically turned into airplanes on his feet and his knees became a slide. Him shouting "Tickle Monster!!!" and once again we'd giggle and squeal as he chased us through the halls and around the furniture. I remember going on a special trip, just me and dad, while he led the military men and their families on a canoe/camping adventure. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of my mother shrieking, "Brian! Brian!" and wandering into the room only to behold my strong dad being overcome by tremendous shaking, face blue/purple and tongue badly bitten by his own chomping. I remember when they shaved his head. I remember when he could no longer chase us around, but instead gimped after us with the left side of his body lifeless. I remember his 4-legged cane, and using it as a microphone. I remember practicing for my baptism in our living room-he only had the use of one arm. I remember my baptism, with my dad holding me close to him with one arm while his younger brother supported him from behind as to not let him go down with me. I remember doing flash cards with him and reading the Bible with him. I remember family home evening on the order and language of prayer.
He's not gone. He's still alive. For now, his spirit, but one day he will reunite with his body thanks to the Atonement and Resurrection of our Savior, Jesus Christ. I feel my dad sometimes. I really do. Not often, but he's there. As one of my companions would always say, "Remember the team that surrounds you." My dad is part of that team. I will remember and look forward to the future.
Sometimes I compare my dad to Heavenly Father. I was with him once, but as time passes my memories fade. My whole life I have heard, "Crystal, you have the most amazing memory." Wouldn't you...if someone so dear to you suddenly disappeared? I remember lying in bed after he died, going over and over in my mind each unique memory I had of him. Him holding Kayleen and me with one arm as we giggled hysterically while desperately trying to escape from his grasp. Him yelling "BED!!!" and we 3 would run upstairs to his water bed where we magically turned into airplanes on his feet and his knees became a slide. Him shouting "Tickle Monster!!!" and once again we'd giggle and squeal as he chased us through the halls and around the furniture. I remember going on a special trip, just me and dad, while he led the military men and their families on a canoe/camping adventure. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of my mother shrieking, "Brian! Brian!" and wandering into the room only to behold my strong dad being overcome by tremendous shaking, face blue/purple and tongue badly bitten by his own chomping. I remember when they shaved his head. I remember when he could no longer chase us around, but instead gimped after us with the left side of his body lifeless. I remember his 4-legged cane, and using it as a microphone. I remember practicing for my baptism in our living room-he only had the use of one arm. I remember my baptism, with my dad holding me close to him with one arm while his younger brother supported him from behind as to not let him go down with me. I remember doing flash cards with him and reading the Bible with him. I remember family home evening on the order and language of prayer.
He's not gone. He's still alive. For now, his spirit, but one day he will reunite with his body thanks to the Atonement and Resurrection of our Savior, Jesus Christ. I feel my dad sometimes. I really do. Not often, but he's there. As one of my companions would always say, "Remember the team that surrounds you." My dad is part of that team. I will remember and look forward to the future.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Service
I don't know if I've mentioned this yet, but I have the greatest roommates this semester. I've never had such a diverse, yet calm, mature, and happy group of girls before. My room roommate, Naomi, is a doll. Every day I come home to find some little surprise act of service she's done for me.
One of my favorite sweatshirts is my senior sweatshirt from Westview Highscool, 2003. I wear that thing sooooo much and several months ago the front pocket finally ripped causing it to hang down which kind of made it look like I was wearing a diaper. :) Haha...I'd usually only wear it when I was sick after that happened. But, I'd still wear it none-the-less.
One day, I came home to find this!
Naomi had SEWN the pocket back up! It now looks BRAND NEW...except for the stains it's acquired over the past 6 years. :)
Lately, I haven't had any time to do laundry. Don't worry...I'm staying on top of it with the essentials, BUT some things, take my work clothes for example, get really dirty really easily and it's hard to keep up with them. After spending several hours at the library tonight, I came home to this!
She was HAND washing my work clothes! Oh Naomi Klingler...she's an ANGEL.
One of my favorite sweatshirts is my senior sweatshirt from Westview Highscool, 2003. I wear that thing sooooo much and several months ago the front pocket finally ripped causing it to hang down which kind of made it look like I was wearing a diaper. :) Haha...I'd usually only wear it when I was sick after that happened. But, I'd still wear it none-the-less.
One day, I came home to find this!
Naomi had SEWN the pocket back up! It now looks BRAND NEW...except for the stains it's acquired over the past 6 years. :)
Lately, I haven't had any time to do laundry. Don't worry...I'm staying on top of it with the essentials, BUT some things, take my work clothes for example, get really dirty really easily and it's hard to keep up with them. After spending several hours at the library tonight, I came home to this!
She was HAND washing my work clothes! Oh Naomi Klingler...she's an ANGEL.
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