What do I do now that 4 months are over?
This blog is titled FourMonthsNoSuitcase because my Europe blog was 4months1suitcase, and I wanted to finish up the school year blogging. So what I have decided is just start another blog that will be for the rest of the time I decide to blog. So, after a long time of finding the right name and background to go with it, I would now like to introduce you to http://achocolatebox.tumblr.com/.
Stop reading now if you don’t care how I got the name cuz here’s the story: I was gunna title it “and all the rest” but that was taken. And then Mom suggested, “the rest of my life”, but that was taken. Then I thought about life and what good quotes there are about that, so that lead me to Forest Gumps’ “life’s like a box of chocolates; you never know what you’re gunna get.” So I tried numerous versions of that title, and due to the number of people who had the same idea as me, I ended up with “a chocolate box” and I think I like it. It’s kinda indirect, but it gets the point across. Also, I like chocolate, my name is Jenny, and my blogs are often so random, that you really never know what you’re gunna get =)
So say goodbye to this blog and go to the other one. I promise this is the last new blog, so get comfy. Also, I would like if you post a comment every so often. It gets kinda lonely just writing for the [insert your own computer term here; I’m too tired to think of one]. Anyway, see you on the other side!
Where do I even begin? How do I start again? What am I even supposed to do? Excuse me for the next few minutes as I word-vomit all of my thoughts that I’ve been suppressing for the past 2 weeks… I am in a mental state right now unlike any I’ve been before. There has been such a crazy emotional vortex in my life in literally only the past 12 days that I was drained from any feelings, and am just now washing up on shore—dazed and confused. In my very first blog post I said, “my mind has been the director of my imagination’s stage.” Well, I have taken center-stage again and this is how I picture myself: in all the war movies made these days, there is always a scene where the protagonist gets shell-shocked by a detention near him. The action becomes silent (except for a slight buzzing or ringing to assure the audience that this state is temporary) and the actor seems to move in slow-motion, trying to regain his bearings. Everything around him stays the same; he is still in the middle of a battle. It’s agonizing to the viewers at how slow he is to come-to… This is where I stand. Shell-shocked at life, slowly catching up to the world around me, yet still void of valid thoughts or feelings—thus partially explaining why I haven’t posted in a while. For those of you who don’t know, right after Easter—and about twenty minutes before I had to register for classes next semester(read the blog post from April 11 to hear about that emotional high)—I found out that my dear grandpa had cancer. Later that week, we found out it was much more serious than they thought. A week later while I was in class (ironically learning about the death and resurrection of Christ) I got a call from Mom: Grandpa wanted to say his last goodbye to me. This is where I snapped. I’ve never had a death in my life and coming to terms with this one is still a work in progress. That moment Mom called and I heard Grandpa’s now frail, yet still loving voice, I started crying harder than I ever have. He is the sweetest man to ever live and losing him is practically unbearable. I didn’t go to the second part of that class and I skipped the next two classes I had that day. Thankfully I have loving friend who saw my desperate state and let me borrow her car so I could go say good bye in person. I’m so glad I did. It made him so happy to go with all of his loved-ones surrounding him. We all got to say goodbye individually. He told me that he loved me and was so proud of all my art and blog. He kept saying, “keep smiling! Be happy! Keep giggling! I love your laugh.” this of course made me laugh through my tears and he smiled and said, “there you go. Give me a kiss.” I said goodbye and love you one last time. He passed in his sleep soon after. He kept saying that he didn’t think anyone has ever gone more happy than he. I miss him so much. But as much as I wanted, my life couldn’t stop right there. I had to tear myself away from my grieving family, and go back to Westmont. I had one more day of class and 4 or 5 days of finals. I had to snap back into the world that couldn’t feel the sweetness that just left the world. If it weren’t for loving friends who were there to hold me in my tears and force me to stay on track with my studies, I wouldn’t have done anything that weekend. On Monday I took the train back to Glendale for his funeral. The next day started the week of finals. Thankfully I had only 2 major finals to study for, and some work for other classes to catch up on. I did stay up til 2:30 studying one night and almost slept through my 8am final. But it’s all good. I was only a few minutes late. Who even knows how I did in my finals. I’m just glad I even did them. I did my best and that’s all I can do about it. By Thursday I was done with finals, but then I had to work and start packing. Let me just say, packing for last semester was so much easier. All I had to do was zip up my suitcase. All under 40 pounds. Now I have so much stuff. How did all of this accumulate?! Anyway, Friday I had training for the graduation ceremony, packed, worked at the senior art reception, and packed until 2:30am. I got 4 hours of sleep and then got up to get ready for graduation. I spent all day out there in the hot sun. Dehydrated and hot. But it was fun to carry the art department banner down the isle, leading to procession of graduates to their seats =) I also enjoyed hearing the names of all my friends as they got their diplomas. I’m proud of all of them. Finally that finished and I returned to my room to pack. I helped Megs load up her stuff, and resumed on mine. That evening I said goodbye to my friends who were still here. It was hard cuz they were all [graduated] seniors or studying abroad in the fall. I’ll miss them all so much. Jess, thankfully, was still with me, and even slept in my room for our final night at Westmont. We want to bed around 11 cuz we had to get up at 4:30. She needed a ride to the airport so in the blackness of the morning, I rolled out of bed, put my glasses and shoes on, and found the car she asked someone permission to borrow. I’ve never driven this car and at such an ungodly hour when my senses were still dormant, I had to figure out how to make the thing move and get us to the SB airport. It didn’t take too long and I was back by 6—at which point I took off my glasses and shoes and went back to bed. Then my second alarm went off at 9:30 and I got up and finished packing; I checked out at 11:15, my parents came, we loaded the van, and we came back home, unloaded, and summer started. I just don’t know how to handle all of this right now. I don’t officially have a summer job, or even 100% know what my plans are. I’m still stuck in school where I left all my friends, some not to see till August, others not to see for years, and others never to see again. I come back to my home where my family is struggling through the loss of Grandpa and I found out my sister and brother-in-law are moving to Colorado. I try to busy myself so I start unpacking, but then I’ll probably go live with Grandma this summer, so unpacking is a waste. But then I might come back home and work on the weekends, so I need some stuff here. I get frustrated and end up just baking a cake and unloading the dishwasher for Mom. This is the first summer since the summer after 7th grade that I haven’t had homework to do over the break. So I have absolutely no sense of mission. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to feel. I don’t know! I don’t know! I think I’ll end up running 100 times a day, knitting 10 hats a day, and reading a book or two a day. I think I’m going insane. Not really, but sorta. I’m at a loss in the world. I need sleep and time to unwind from the crazy emotional roller coaster of the past two weeks. As for prayer requests, everything mentioned in this post. I suppose I didn’t get the job at Disney since they didn’t contact me, so pray that something will pop up or fall in my lap. And that’s basically it. Remember I still love to pray for you, so send me a message, and I’ll put a word in with the Big Man =)
I just want to say I love you so much and I am so blessed to have had you in my life. You are the best grandpa ever, and I don’t want to see you go. Thank you for all of your support, love, thoughtfulness, financial help, camping trips, hugs, and kisses. I have learned so much from you and there will be a big piece of my life missing when you go. I will think of you always. I promise to try my hardest in my passions and make you proud. I love you so much. I wish I could be there with you right now to tell you this in person.
These words don’t seem to be saying half of what I want you to know right now. But at least know how much you are loved and will be missed. I could not have asked for a better grandpa.
I love you forever and ever,
Your little Jen
a few of the pieces i’ve done this year…
Do you stretch involuntarily when you wake up in the morning? I do. I love stretching. I do it subconsciously!
Anyways… I’ve had a pretty exciting/eventful life since I last posted. I had a Spanish test; it rained, hailed, thundered, lightninged, winded, and sunned; I went shopping with Megs (I just decided to call my roommate Megs instead of Megan cuz it’s faster to write…if you’re reading this, Megs, I hope that’s ok with you. If you’re not reading this, oh well! Not my problem!); went to Spring Formal; played Mafia til 3; and did the usual homework.
A few of my friends and I have decided to help out at the graduation ceremony in a few weeks because we know a lot of seniors and I want to say goodbye without the rush of having to finish finals and quickly pack up your room in 2 hours….so all that to say we need to buy new clothes that looks presentable for these people. Can I just say it is so difficult to find a descent, cheap blouse and pants that I can ever imagine myself wearing again. Let me tell you! Megs and I went to 5 stores on state street with no luck. Maybe this weekend will be better.
Speaking of this weekend (wasn’t that a great transition), I am going to a fundraiser for a friend (who “doesn’t even go here!” ….Jess, that was for you) in Ventura on Saturday, and have a EuroSem reunion on Sunday…oh wait….that’s next Sunday. Nevermind. Wait. Then what’s this Sunday? I know something is happening. Welp, hope I figure that out before sunday!
But before this weekend, I have an essay to write for Thursday, a BBQ with the bookstore staff on Wednesday, and a french dinner with the Art department on Thursday. I don’t normally make schedules, but rather go with the flow and get stuff done as the time arrives, but for the first time in my life (not sure if it’s true, probably not, but it sounded dramatic) I gridded out every block of time I have free this week, and assigned it to a specific piece of homework. It is faulty though, because I did not count the BBQ or French dinner, or housing signups that happened today. Oh well! Not my problem!
Speaking of housing sign ups! I will be living in VK next year (the good dorm that usually only juniors and seniors get into) with Megs and her roommate from first semester. I’m sure we’ll get along though. I met her on skype =). And a few other friends (Jess, heather, and others whom I’m not too acquainted with) will also be living in the same suite. It’ll be a great year I think.
Um. Well remember how I said my schedule was faulty? I did not include blogging either, so this has taken a chunk out of my “watching a Psych episode” time slot =) I joke…sorta. Haha anyways…I’m gonna go now. I hope to post pictures of the dance later, but not now cuz I think my video is loaded. So prayer requests? I’ll ask you all first this time to mix things up…
Ok my turn….I’m doing well. This schedule has made me less stressed; I just hope that I can write this essay with the time limit I gave myself. So I guess prayers for that,and also continual prayer for this summer. Still haven’t heard back from a few places, namely Disney… But praise report! You know that art scholarship I applied for way back when? I have tried 3 times to get something, and finally got it! The professor said its one of the highest awards they give and I was specially chosen for it!! How exciting, huh?! So thank you for those of you who prayed!
Alrighty, I think that is it. Have a beautiful day tomorrow or today or whatever time it is when you read this =)
What has been one of the most intense moments of your life? I’m not saying it was THE most intense moment, but my heart was still racing! What was this moment, you ask? Well… today at 4:20 I was preparing to register for my classes next semester. I had deliberately planned out my schedule with my advisor and also my mom (who is the best advisor in the world, btw) and had decided on a 16-core unit semester with another unit in a PE just for kicks (pun intended).
So the way registration works at Westmont—for those of you who don’t know—is by scrolling through all classes offered in the subjects you want, clicking on the courses you are thinking about, and then they go in a waiting pool where you sit on the edge of your chair, scared that the courses you want will be taken by the time you register…at which point you have to redo your whole plan for classes.
Anyways, my registration time was 4:30. There are 10 spots in the class I really want, and at 4:20, there were 9 spots filled. Talk about anxiety! I happened to be talking to Mom at the same time, and she pulled up the class listings. Every 60 seconds she would refresh the page and announce it was still open. At each passing minute, I felt myself getting more tense. My laptop has the seconds on the clock, but never did they feel so slow! But finally 4:29 came around and the seconds, I swear, were slowing down. 10…9…8…7….6…..5…….4……..3………..2………….1! SUBMIT! …..”please wait”…………………………………………… “you are now registered for Fall 2012” Ah! Did I get the class? Yes! I got the last spot! You should be excited to hear that I will now be taking Ballroom/Swing on Monday and Wednesday at 4:15-5:05!!! H, I’ll also be taking Chemistry/Culture/Society, Theory and Criticism of the Arts, Computer Graphics, and Morality/Information/Logic/Knowledge. But yes, the biggest concern I had when registering was a one-unit PE class =)
Anyway, that’s my story for today. I need to study for a Spanish test on Friday. So prayers for that, and also for a summer job. That’s basically it. Do you have any?
What is the strangest thing you’ve ever done? I’m pretty sure my answer to this question is painting someone’s armpits pink with my bare hands. Yup! Definitely checking that off my bucket list!
Last week was pretty crazy. I had a lot of rehearsals for Spring Sing, a 3-hour critique on the sophomore art show, a big New Testament test, a meeting with a professor, and the normal homework. I think I only ran 4 times last week!!! But! It all paid off. I think I did well on my test, the critique only lasted 2 1/2 hours, and Spring Sing was great!
The backdrop looked awesome, and our skit was good, and the costumes were great. We did very well. In fact, my dorm got 3rd place! The only girl dorm to even get place in the competition! I think our brother dorm should have placed also, but apparently there was some discrepancy or whatever. A freshman dorm won which I think was silly cuz the only thing they had was good acting and good costumes. Their plot was confusing, unresolved, and they had a lot of jokes that other dorms had to take out cuz they were inappropriate. So I don’t know why they were allowed to slip by. Oh well. At least My dorm got recognized!! The only thing wrong with spring sing was the rain. A few minutes before leaving campus to go to the Santa Barbara Bowl, it started sprinkling. No bueno. A few of our oompa loompas’ hair and skin started running and a big prop was destroyed. We all had to sit on the ground in a big puddle called “the participants’ area”. We were all soaked and freezing. When I went on stage, my bum was still wet =) oh well! Not my problem! =)
Oh! I forgot to tell you why I was painting someone’s armpit pink!….one of the characters in the skit was the pink panther. She was wearing a pink body suit and a pink cardboard head. But her arms were exposed so we got body paint. She’s in track and had a meet that morning so she came late to the show. She came right before intermission and we were right after it. There was less than 20 minutes to get her ready and get us back stage. So there was no other option but to just pour the paint into my hands and rub it all over her arms. And she raises her arms in the skit too, so it would look funny not to have pink underarms. So yeah. That’s my story. It was a funny memory =)
So 2 weeks ago was spring break. Last week was spring sing. This week is Easter break. And next week is spring formal! I think then there is a free weekend and then the next week is finals! My goodness! Time flies! I’m really excited. This semester has been fun. I’ve done all the things at I couldn’t do during the semester of death last spring. I did president’s ball. I did Sadie’s. I did potters clay. I did spring sing. And I’m planning on spring formal. It’s been a good semester!
But I need to sleep now. I need to pack cuz I’m going home tomorrow! This will be the first time I go home this whole semester. It’s gonna be nice to see my whole family again. I miss them. Well, the sooner I sleep, the sooner it will be tomorrow!
Oh I forgot…prayer requests? For me, I still don’t know where I’ll be working this summer, so please pray that I will find something. I applied to an internship at Disney and pixar, and got turned down from Pixar, and am waiting on Disney. I really want the disney one, so please pray for that. I also have a praise: I found out I got an art scholarship from Westmont! I don’t know how much, but still, every bit counts! Anyways….how about you? What can I be praying about for you?
did i tell you i can sing now and changed my name to hollie? this is a picture of me on american idol =)
jk. my boss told me i looked like the girl on american idol so i looked her up.
What is the longest time you have gone without showering? Last week, I went over 180 hours without a single drop of water to wash my head. It was gross. I felt really nasty by the end, but can I just say, thank goodness for dry shampoo.
Normally I run everyday and then take a shower after, so not having a daily run and a daily shower was quite an adventure, but it was all the same, an amazing adventure. I didn’t mention in my last post, but I was really hesitant to go. I signed up for the trip before I started my sophomore project, and then 70 hours of painting, twisting wires, and prepping my canvas kinda wore me out. I wanted to go home and just sit on the couch or take a nap. I wanted yummy homemade goodies. But it was too late. I already signed up and committed to it, so going to Mexico was my fate. And I cannot say how glad I am that it my fate. That week was one of the greatest weeks I’ve had in such a long time. I didn’t journal because there wasn’t much time for that, but I did jot (i like that word! Jot. Haha!) down a brief summary of the day, so let me share a little of that….
So the Med/Dent team was supposed to meet around 5, so I figured we would leave around 5:30. Nope! Try like 7. We stopped in Oxnard for dinner, and then drove straight on to San Diego. All 200 some people on this trip met at a church near the boarder and crashed in their gym. At first everyone was playing basketball and soccer and just running around with the tired legs that had been cramped in a car for hours. So the people who actually wanted to sleep just rolled out their sleeping bags on the sidelines and hoped that no foul balls would hit them in their sleep. Around midnight they turned off the lights and everyone was semi forced to sleep. Then we were all awoken at 6:45 to have breakfast and pack up the cars again. I don’t remember what time we left, but by the time we finally crossed the boarder (which kinda took a while since we had to wait for one of the cars in our caravan who got stopped. Apparently there is a limit to how much fruit you can take into Mexico…even if it was grown in Mexico. Ahaha) and drove down the beautiful coast, and through the lush mountains, we made it to Rancho Agua Viva (aka RAV) around 6 pm. Then we set up our tents, drive to a taco stand, had a debrief meeting, and went to bed.
Day 3 (Sunday 11): Med/Dent woke up around 6:45 again to eat breakfast, pile into our caravan, and head to our first site. Waking up was hard because it was freezing! It isn’t great getting out of a warm cocoon to put on flimsy scrubs when the sun isn’t even shining yet. But at least I’m not on kitchen team that head to wake up an hour earlier to make us a warm breakfast…anyway, we set up our site at a school in a community on a mountain top. We unloaded the “box truck”, the moving van looking thing that held all the boxes and supplies needed for medical, dental, optical, and haircutting services. This is where we all learned the routine of things. Assembly line unloading, all three other departments set up their stuff, and then haircutting is put somewhere that they aren’t using. It worked out great. We were on the patio where all the people sat while waiting for their name to be called. So why not get your hair cleaned up to pass the time?
I was kinda nervous for the first haircut, but after I got the hang of the scissors and whatnot, I felt pretty good! That day, each of the six of us on the team did about 4 haircuts. It felt like a lot to me, but that was nothing compared to the next day.
Day 4 (Monday 12): there was ice on our tents and our cars were frozen over this morning. My fingers couldn’t feel my toothbrush when I was trying to get ready. It was SO cold!! But the afternoon certainly warmed up. We were at another school today, but this time, school was in session. I’m really curious about what the parents thought that day when their little girls came home missing 6 inches of hair. But not all were kids in school. Potters Clay sets up signs outside the school that say we are offering these free services so many of the people actually came for that. We did not stop cutting hair until closing time. I would finish a haircut, turn to clean my scissors, and when I turned back to the chair, another person was sitting in it, waiting for a new do. Craziness! Each of us did probably 20 haircuts that day. We kinda lost track counting. One exciting part of the day was after we all got into our car, we got a police escort to our dinner. It was fun. I think the policeman had more fun than we did though. It’s not everyday that you can turn on your lights, blare your siren, drive into an intersection and stop all traffic so you can get 7 cars through it quickly. I don’t think we attracted to much attention to ourselves =)
This night, we were able to go to church at the local church Potters
Clay is friends with. It was about 3 hours. And can I say, I had no idea how much energy people have so late at night! So much dancing and singing and shouting! It was so much fun. After church, the Med/Dent team had a homestay. The last homestay I had was in Israel, so I was interested to see how that compared. For some reason, the car I was in was left behind. Everyone else in our group left, but miscommunication landed us with no direction to go. We thought for sure we were gonna be sleeping in the car that night. But God is good and somehow we were escorted to our families and had a great nights sleep. It was so nice to sleep in a house that smelled good and was warm. It was on the top of the mountain so it had a great view.
Day 5 (Tuesday 13): Ah!! Such a wonderful night sleep. I woke up and my toes were warm. A soft bed and hot pancakes waiting for us to wake up. Amazing. Today was when I started really getting into the trip. One of our student leaders was talking to us randomly on the first day I think and said that the devil is not happy with us being here and will do what he can to make us also not happy. Last night when we didn’t know if we had a place to sleep was when I was beginning to see that. I was kinda feeling sick, or at least extremely tired with a runny nose, and was super annoyed with the lack of communication this group had. And then this morning there was more miscommunication and the Box Truck was left behind and we had no way of contacting it of where it was supposed to be or where to meet us. And this thing holds everything we need, so without it, we can’t do anything and would have wasted a day.
Of the 7 cars in our caravan, the car I was in (which we named The War Horse cuz it was a beast) decided we should just pray and stop freeing out. So one person just prayed a simple pray that went something like, “Dear God, please help us find the Box Truck. But Your timing. Amen.” About 2 minutes later as we were driving down the mountain, we hear loud and clear on the walky-talky, “This is the Box Truck. If anyone from the Med/Dent team can hear me, I’m in the parking lot of the grocery store on the main street.” Now this could seem like no big deal but take this: his location was 20 miles away and the walky-talkies barely work from the front car of the caravan to the last car of the caravan. AND! The War Horse was the only car that got his call. The others in the caravan just heard us having a conversation with the wind basically. Tell me that was not the work of God! So amazing! So yeah, prayer and faithfulness has power.
The other thing that happened to me today was another attempt of the devil to make me not want to be here. So can you guess…miscommunication! All of my stuff was still in The War Horse when we went to go see our sport team play a game of soccer with a local team. That car went back to RAV (we stayed cuz we had another homestay) and put all of the stuff from there car into a different one, but didn’t get that info to anyone…so guess who slept in her underwear in a strange person’s bed! Now now, I had the bed to myself so don’t worry. And it was either underwear or the scrubs that I’ve been wearing for 4 days. They were still covered in people’s hair, dirt, spilled food, saliva from a child who spat on me, and yeah. I figured I would spare this girl from having all of that introduced to her bed. So the only real problem I had with not having any of my stuff with me was the matter of contacts. I couldn’t just take them out cuz. They would dry up, but then I couldn’t sleep with them and kill my eyes, so I just put them in water. Also not good for my eyes cuz the next morning when I out them in, the water made them slippery and they tried sliding back into my eyes or would just fold over when I blinked. Eventually they succumbed to my stubbornness and obeyed my strong will. So nice try, devil, but you didn’t get me. I actually found it funny.
Day 6 (Wednesday 14): since I just thought last night so so ridiculous that it was hilarious, the devil tried something that wasn’t so funny. Today there were not many people who wanted a haircut, but when they did, they were difficult. One child screamed and cried the whole time. The mom had to hold him still so the buzzer could get all the tricky spots. Then she wanted a hair cut too. Can I just say I have never seen such huge flakes of dandruff in my life. We’ve been dealing with super greasy and dandruffy hair all week, but this lady. Oh my gosh. They were the size of dimes. Soooo gross! But! I could tell that the enemy was trying to find some way to tear me down while I was happily serving God, so I sucked it up and gave her a beautiful A-line bob.
As if that wasn’t enough, the next man’s hair was also super greasy and dandruffy. I overcame it in the woman’s hair, so I could do it on him. Then I saw behind his ears…I’m pretty sure he has never washed back there. So much dirt, layers of dandruff, and a slimy goo. One ear was significantly worse than the other so I quickly sniffed a few straggling hairs and did a better job on the other hear. Apparently he noticed, however, when he looked in the mirror cuz he asked me to do more on that ear!! I just about gagged, but then realized that a happy attitude has done me well so far. My bare fingers knew what they had to do. In the end, all is good =)
Day 6 (Thursday 15): speaking of the end, today was the last day of hair cutting. We were right in the heart of the downtown area. Everyone who came to the clinic was homeless or just really messed up. Thankfully, I didn’t get anyone who had lice, but there was another girl who got like 3 people with it. Poor Morgan! I just got a lot of creepy guys. The first guy I styled had 3 tear drops tattooed next to his eye.
My favorite guy was in his mid 30s. He came up with his hat on and said, “I wanna keep the ponytail, but shave off everything around it.” I’m like ok…then he took off his hat and I saw he had all the hair on the top of his head in a ponytail and I almost burst out laughing. But hey, whatever floats your boat. So I fixed the ponytail line and held it up in some clips. He said he looked “like an English poodle.” the Mexican accent just made that phrase sound even better. Anyway, as I’m styling his hair and starting to shave off the bottom of his head, he starts talking to me. “I’ve been waiting so that you would cut my hair. I had a fiancé in Frezno that looked like you. She was very beautiful. But her brother was racist so now I’m grounded here. She was very beautiful. I was hoping you would say your name was Sara. You have the same eyes and smile. But a different heart. Everyone has a different heart….” all the while I’m laughing to myself at the conversation I was having while I’m shaving all around this guy’s Mahican hair do. Then he asked, “so are you engaged?” “…no” “do you have a boyfriend?” “..no.” “so your life is with Jesus right now?” “…Yes! Yes that is right.” “ah….I’m happy for your life.” hahahahaha yes. This was exactly how it went. So great.
Anyway, there was a constant stream of people this day, and by the end, we estimated that this entire week of 5 days of cutting hair, the 6 of us had cut a grand total of about 300 haircuts! It was great I made so many new friends and got close with my team members. We even gave each other nicknames of hair products. I’m Loreal. There’s a Garnier, Suave, Aussie, Dove, and Tresemme. We all had a wonderful time and I learned so much spiritually and stylishly. I am practically pro at cutting hair now, so anytime you need one, you know where to find me. I do “capas” (layers in Spanish) and bangs, and now even Mohicans! So yeah. The last day we just packed up and went home. I got back to campus around 8 on Friday night.
Now I need to do homework before classes start tomorrow. You guys!!! I just realized that this will be my first week that I won’t have to spend all my free time working on my painting!! How exciting! What will I do with that time?! Be responsible and study or course =)
Ok so remember if you have prayer requests, let me know and I will be happy to pray for you. As for me, I have a lot of praise (if you couldn’t already tell) about this past week, and it’s good to be home, and I have had a few good conversations with some friends so I am grateful for that and for them. As for requests, I spent all yesterday applying to a Pixar and a Disney internship, so pray that goes well. I would REALLY love getting into either of those (preferably the Disney one if you want to get specific with God). And I guess praying for diligence in my studies is always something that could improve, especially now that sophomore project is done and I have some more time. Thanks! Sorry this post was so long, but I thought the family would like to know what has been happening in my life last week =)
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