I went home for a dentist appointment. No it wasnt fun. Note to self...never put off the dentist for that long EVER again. The consequences are not worth it. Trust me, there is no amount of fun in hearing your dentist tell you after the cleaning that you should go to the bathroom and wash your face cause it looks like you were "shot in the face." Good Times.
The new job finally starts on Monday and Im absolutley thrilled. There's bound to be some stories there. Yesterday I went in and helped paint the theatre. Yes, paint the theatre....walls, floors, aisles, air ducts...yada.
Ive been doing a lot of digging up old stories from my past. Here's a few of my favorite moments in life in random order.
~My first stolen base and slide in softball. I played softball for about 10 years of my life. I graced the infield for my entire career making appearances at 2nd, shortstop, third, 1st and most of all...catcher. Being a woman of smaller stature I was often made fun of behind the plate. How can a girl who is 5'5 and 110 pounds possibly knock anyone down? Well you bet you bippy, they were in for a big surprise when they rounded third and ran full throttle into my glove. Another advantage to my small size was that often the other girls would put a little lull in their step, worrying they would hurt me. But hey, i was a goalie in field hockey and defense in soccer...bring it on ladies. Right, the moment. It was my last JV game ever (moved to varsity a little sooner than others) and to make a long story short...I was on third, we needed on run, i stole (2nd fastest in the league by the way), I slid, i made the winning run...and I recieved a beautiful scar on my left knee that I still show off to people to this day. Thanks for the memories.
~When I was in high school, I was chosen to go on a trip to Paris with the french class. Being chosen for this trip, you had to show special qualities...like good grades and behavior. Well I never did have wonderful grades. I never thought for a second that I would be chosen. But I was. However, having always been a worry wart about money I kind of assumed I wouldnt be going. I didnt have money and my parents paid for everything else in my life. I remember calling my mom from school to tell her just because I was thrilled to be chosen. That was enough for me. Eventually, I believe after a few days, my father found out about the trip. He told me that he wouldnt let me pass up such a great oppurtunity to learn about another culture first hand. Soooo, wham...I ended up going. I also was chosen for a trip to England my senior year in high school and went on that one too. I am a very lucky child to have been able to travel over seas during my high school years and those are both experiences I'll never forget. Thanks to my parents and the teachers who chose for me to go. I believe they all knew that I had potential to learn when I was immersed in something more hands on then sitting in a class with a book. Thanks for knowing I always tried.
~My senior year of college was a tough one. Of course, due to awful grades and such, I was a super senior (5th year senior). I honestly had moments where I thought I would never graduate. The only classes I really did well in were theatre related. All those stupid Pre-Reqs like math and history were kicking my butt. OF COURSE, I look back now and think "god, whatta piece of cake those classes were if I had just paid better attention" but you know..something about hind sight and 20/20. hehehe. riiight. So I saved a handful of theatre classes for my very last semester...atleast what I hoped was going to be my last semester. Not only did I pass....but I got deans list....for the first time ever. AND I graduated...first in the fam to do so. Thanks to the advisor I had who never gave up on me and recognized my needs for hands on learning...and of course to the family for never giving up on me even when it seemed the end was near. And can you believe it....Im actually looking for masters programs. It's been a little hush hush (until now) because I dont want to be discouraged. I feel confident that with the right research, i could get a nice free ride through a masters program. Just gotta find out what and where and all that. We shall see in the years to come.
and a yada yada hey.
The new job finally starts on Monday and Im absolutley thrilled. There's bound to be some stories there. Yesterday I went in and helped paint the theatre. Yes, paint the theatre....walls, floors, aisles, air ducts...yada.
Ive been doing a lot of digging up old stories from my past. Here's a few of my favorite moments in life in random order.
~My first stolen base and slide in softball. I played softball for about 10 years of my life. I graced the infield for my entire career making appearances at 2nd, shortstop, third, 1st and most of all...catcher. Being a woman of smaller stature I was often made fun of behind the plate. How can a girl who is 5'5 and 110 pounds possibly knock anyone down? Well you bet you bippy, they were in for a big surprise when they rounded third and ran full throttle into my glove. Another advantage to my small size was that often the other girls would put a little lull in their step, worrying they would hurt me. But hey, i was a goalie in field hockey and defense in soccer...bring it on ladies. Right, the moment. It was my last JV game ever (moved to varsity a little sooner than others) and to make a long story short...I was on third, we needed on run, i stole (2nd fastest in the league by the way), I slid, i made the winning run...and I recieved a beautiful scar on my left knee that I still show off to people to this day. Thanks for the memories.
~When I was in high school, I was chosen to go on a trip to Paris with the french class. Being chosen for this trip, you had to show special qualities...like good grades and behavior. Well I never did have wonderful grades. I never thought for a second that I would be chosen. But I was. However, having always been a worry wart about money I kind of assumed I wouldnt be going. I didnt have money and my parents paid for everything else in my life. I remember calling my mom from school to tell her just because I was thrilled to be chosen. That was enough for me. Eventually, I believe after a few days, my father found out about the trip. He told me that he wouldnt let me pass up such a great oppurtunity to learn about another culture first hand. Soooo, wham...I ended up going. I also was chosen for a trip to England my senior year in high school and went on that one too. I am a very lucky child to have been able to travel over seas during my high school years and those are both experiences I'll never forget. Thanks to my parents and the teachers who chose for me to go. I believe they all knew that I had potential to learn when I was immersed in something more hands on then sitting in a class with a book. Thanks for knowing I always tried.
~My senior year of college was a tough one. Of course, due to awful grades and such, I was a super senior (5th year senior). I honestly had moments where I thought I would never graduate. The only classes I really did well in were theatre related. All those stupid Pre-Reqs like math and history were kicking my butt. OF COURSE, I look back now and think "god, whatta piece of cake those classes were if I had just paid better attention" but you know..something about hind sight and 20/20. hehehe. riiight. So I saved a handful of theatre classes for my very last semester...atleast what I hoped was going to be my last semester. Not only did I pass....but I got deans list....for the first time ever. AND I graduated...first in the fam to do so. Thanks to the advisor I had who never gave up on me and recognized my needs for hands on learning...and of course to the family for never giving up on me even when it seemed the end was near. And can you believe it....Im actually looking for masters programs. It's been a little hush hush (until now) because I dont want to be discouraged. I feel confident that with the right research, i could get a nice free ride through a masters program. Just gotta find out what and where and all that. We shall see in the years to come.
and a yada yada hey.
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