Clubs, Hugs, and Brussel Sprouts

There’s a great debate going on in adolescent development.  The debate you may ask is whether or not a person who likes brussel sprouts is normal.  Considering it’s my professor who does not like brussel sprouts and I do, the overwhelming vote on my side is that I carry the normal card.  He, on the other hand, believes he has that honour instead.   

I have clothes hanging all over trying to dry.  I worked on laundry today and our room, I have to admit, is mixed with the smell of fresh laundry and my febreeze air freshener. Delicious. 

I was able to work today, and met the official ENL lady of the school, for she had been on maternity leave this past semester.  I got there, and they had to leave for ISTEP training.  So I basically was thrown in the deep end, each time I’ve been there it’s not always the same thing I do, seriously crazy.  Maybe I do like a bit of organisation and a plan for every minute..especially when it comes to working.  So I read a spelling test, read some reading tests, and then went into a classroom and helped out in there.  I’m a bit worried about the chosen profession that I’m following.  I love working with youth, but I’m discovering that I’m a one on one type of person.  That I like to focus in on someone and really help them understand, and I feel like that is going to translate into some difficulty for me when I have my own classroom of 20 or so.  Someone once pointed out to me that when I work on a project or work with people, I put my whole heart into it.  And yes, teachers should have that attitude, but I know that I could possibly put myself into a position of utter exhaustion  and maybe even heart break when I feel like my efforts aren’t having an affect. 

One thing that I’ve learned about myself over the years is that I want everything I do to have value, and that contentment is not there until I am contributing positively to society.  I took a Myers/Briggs impersonation test, and found that I am a ‘Counselor’.  The description fit me to a tee.

Counselors have an exceptionally strong desire to contribute to the welfare of others, and find great personal fulfillment interacting with people, nurturing their personal development, guiding them to realize their human potential. Although they are happy working at jobs (such as writing) that require solitude and close attention, Counselors do quite well with individuals or groups of people, provided that the personal interactions are not superficial, and that they find some quiet, private time every now and then to recharge their batteries. Counselors are both kind and positive in their handling of others; they are great listeners and seem naturally interested in helping people with their personal problems. Not usually visible leaders, Counselors prefer to work intensely with those close to them, especially on a one-to-one basis, quietly exerting their influence behind the scenes.  (

Have I mentioned that I love the afterschool club I volunteer at?  The kids can certainly be a handful at times, but I wouldn’t trade them for the world.  Especially their hugs, and for me to say that is strange, since I’m not a touchy feely person.  Which some people are discovering about me, and let me tell you something, it’s like mixing oil and water, it’s just not me.  I like the one on one time, quality time stuff, that’s me…sitting on me, is not.  HA

I’m ready for a thunder storm, a cup of tea, and a good book to dive into.  But I need to be productive and work on practicing music for the concert Sunday, Bible, Math, LART, and everything else in my life that is due.  Oh the life of a student.


Fanciful dreams of cars and trains

Right now I’m sitting outside with the wind whipping my hair, and gusting so loudly it’s almost like I’m sitting on the beach.  Beautiful.  Today feels like the first official day of spring that we’ve had.  No rain, no crazy weather, sunny and cloudy but warm.  Almost time for the flowers to begin to bloom, and the trees to sprout leaves.  I can’t wait.  Joy posted up pictures of her English garden, I miss those times, where I could go out to Margaret’s garden, or basically anywhere around town and flowers would be everywhere this time of year.   Lovely times, love the memories.

Have you ever had those dreams where you are an active participator but at the same time it seems like you are outside your body watching yourself?

I dreamt that dad and I were catching a train last night.  As we were boarding the train, I had this flashback of a friend telling me there would be a package waiting for me at the station but her son would be able to pick it up for me.  As I literally put my foot onto the train, I got a message saying that her son completely forgot the package, so I looked over and saw it on the ground.  I ran over to pick it up, and got back to the platform right as the door shut in front of my face.  I shouted NOOO and  watched as my dad’s face disappeared from my view.  You know that feeling you have when your heart drops completely?  That’s what happened at that point as I was running to find a station master to find out where the next stop was.  He told me a couple of places and said which one would be the best one to get back on.  So I raced full speed in my car to get to the stop he told me to go to and got stuck on the opposite side of the railroad tracks as it stopped at that station.  I could see my dad looking out the doorway for me.  I yelled for him, as tears streamed down my face, because this was the only stop until the final destination.  Once again I watched him pull away, and I just sat in my car, defeated.    

This was the first dream that I’ve had of my dad for a while now.  I don’t understand why they always have to be of him leaving me in some dramatic way, in a way I wish I could have memory dreams.  Dreams of the past that remind me of memories that I may have forgotten about.  Those would be lovely.  But alas, they don’t normally happen.

My connections group went to Dairy Queen today, I was treated to a banana milkshake by Ally our leader.  It was wonderful.  I also really loved the message today at church, we are covering a series called Red Letter Day.  It’s about five key phrases Jesus said on the cross.  I have really enjoyed this series so far, and it just brings a new twist on those verses that I have read over and over again through the years.  Sometimes those messages are the ones you need to just get you thinking about life. 


I can’t even imagine the next few weeks, how can I even begin to contemplate the next few years?