tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91322105525565481722024-03-04T20:24:30.896-08:00Transparency 101Though I am not the person I was when this started, I've kept all those accounts for transparency. I don't agree with some of my thoughts from the past, but it doesn't mean they can't speak to someone in that place in their life. I want to be transparent and honest always.seversondonicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10411913999767872924noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9132210552556548172.post-12203099820305826842011-03-10T05:18:00.000-08:002011-03-10T05:21:01.073-08:00The Haps in Grandy Grand Forks<style type="text/css">
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</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I've been doing my field experience under a high school Latin teacher here. She switches between two high schools throughout the day, but I've just been visiting her at one of them. During spring break I will be spending the fullllllllll dayyyyyyy with her! This may make or break my teaching career. However, I've been really enjoying being around her. In fact, I think I'm going to continue observing there even when my observation hours are done. Yesterday she let me go over translations with the class, which was so fun, but also just torturous. I enjoyed being able to correct and help them with their translations, but it also made me remember how horrid high school can be to some people.</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Some of the boys got really nervous, and one of them was making the attempt to impress me with his decision to translate not just ONE sentence like I had asked, but six. He began to translate and the other boys started making fun of him for translating more than he should have, and he got highly defensive, flustered, and couldn't even continue with his translations. His mind completely blanked and he couldn't talk. He was so embarrassed! I felt terrible. </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">During the end of the day, my teacher asked if I'd like to chaperone for their Latin Day trip to Concordia in Moorhead where they will be participating in a Latin competition and various other activities. She also mentioned how she is retiring in two years and asked me if I 1) wanted to do my student teaching there 2) wanted to teach there. Yes to both. One of the science teachers teaching at this school also double majored in Latin and was being lined up to become the Latin teacher, but she said that he may be willing to stay as a science teacher. That would be so cool! I'm not gonna get my hopes up, but what an incredible opportunity that would be! And perfect timing! Her other solution to the problem was that I marry this single science teacher and we work out who's gonna teach Latin. Also a good option. </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My brother comes in two days! Oh yes he does. I'm so excited. But also am in need of people to man-sit him while I do observations (similar to babysitting, except doing manly things instead of making playdough). If you would like the opportunity to 1) man-sit or 2) hang out with my brother and I you may contact me via any means you know of (phone, facebook, blogspot, email, pigeon, airplane message, etc.)</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">On Saturday I had Marisa's car for the day, so I got up early and headed over to Urban Stampede for coffee and devotions before worship practice. I really enjoy getting away from my apartment and campus to read, but since I don't have a car that's not an option, so I treasured this moment. Like an old lady treasures her cats. You can quote me on that. </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Worship practice went well, and then one of Marisa's roommates had asked me to turn pages for her while she played piano at the nursing home (old people residence?) so upon arrival and return of Marisa's car, we headed out. The old folks really enjoyed Laura's piano playing, and I was able to get on the list to play in April. I love playing for the "older generation". They'll enjoy your playing no matter how terrible it is. I remember one time I was playing Christmas songs, and this guy rolled up to me in his wheelchair and kept singing "o little town of Bethlehem" to the tune of whatever song I was playing. You can imagine how difficult that would be when "Carol of the Bells" came around... </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Anywho, that night (last night) we went to Feast of Nations! It was great. The I.O. (international organization) puts on this extravagant event with a 5 course meal (each a different ethnic cuisine), and international entertainment. What we didn't realize was that this was a formal event... So in come Marisa and I parading around in our jeans and winter coats. A girl walked by me in a gown and Marisa and I looked at each other realizing our mistake. All in all, it was a fun night despite our lack of appropriate wear.</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">In closing, I'd like to throw a few prayer requests out there:</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">1. That I'll be given 1 million dollors</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">2. That God will forgive me for thinking I deserve a million dollors</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">3. That God will continue to help me through this semester, and that I will follow God's direction as far as summer plans go. </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I was able to sit on babies Saturday! As I sat there in the nursery, my child voice came back. It's like Spanish. Even when I haven't been around Spanish-speaking people and feel like I've forgotten all Spanish, each time I go to Mexico it just kick-starts back up. Bam. Same with child voice. All of the sudden I start simplifying my words, and answering their questions in way too much detail. I love it. Then on Sunday morning Marisa and I helped one of her roommates with Kings Kids (like a Childrens Church). The kids were just as kids should be: rowdy. I love how there's always that one kid who constantly interrupts and shoots you these "what if" scenarios. It reminds me of my nephew. My favorite of the day (when talking about missionaries and spreading the gospel):</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Cute kid: "What if you stood on someones porch because you wanted to tell them about Jesus, and they didn't want to hear you, so they close the door, and you knock, but they don't let you in even though you tell them they need to hear what you have to say...so what you could do is go get a chainsaw, and just saw their door down because really, they HAVE to hear what you have to say. They need to know. So you could just saw their door down and tell them so they can hear you."</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Amberkay: "Yeah, you could do that."</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Me, shaking my head giving the "absolutely not" motion...: "Yeah, you probably shouldn't do that..."</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I was so glad to be there with Marisa, because after sensing the kids were a little too energetic and not paying attention, she jumped right on it and said "Donica, let's do a CEF song!" I looked at Amberkay for permissions to interrupt (I really did feel bad because it all happened so fast), but all of the sudden our CEF mode was switched on. Immediately I held up my fingers and taught them the two fingers rule (when I hold two fingers everyone hold their fingers in the air and becomes silent [boys try to beat girls], one of the best ways I find to quiet them down) and we stood them up to do some Child Evangelism Songs. Sure, some of the kids were a little hesistant to get into it, but they were so much better behaved after! All of the sudden we were applying what we've been trained to do, and it went great! I realized just how effective these skills are that we have been trained on summer after summer. </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I know when I was at college in Alaska and I wasn't sure if I was gonna leave, I knew I wanted to involve myself more with CEF and Summit Ministries. Summit was too far, but CEF you can do anywhere. However, I left and came here to North Dakota. But I see a need. I see a need not only in the children, but also in the junior high-high school crowd. How amazing would it be to get these kids trained in CEF and send them out doing good news clubs in schools?! </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A lot has been on my mind lately. Money. Life. Career. My future. Things I've given up to God and yet have been impressed on my mind lately. I know I need to just let go, but I'm having a difficult time doing so. One of my toughest opponents this semester is definitely this New Testament class. Especially going back and reading it in Greek. All the translation errors that have been made and the interpretations we have taken from it have really hindered from its infallibility in my mind. I have so many questions and have just been praying about it because I am not sure who to go to with these questions. It's definitely been a struggle. It really has hindered my devotions; I have to read so much for my class and am left depressed each time that I have a hard time really opening it up aside from that. I have to keep reminding myself that this stuff is minor and does not contradict the salvation message, but it still irks me. It also has reignited my desire to staff at Summit Ministries this summer. I had such a great time there; I was absolutely enthralled with such a scholastic learning environment that deals with the struggles a critical thinker goes through in college. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Still don't have anyone to take over my spot in the other apartment. I can't afford to invest much time or stress into this, but going through my finances I realized I only have a couple more months of rent left in my bank account... I also think I'm going to have to put off graduation to the December 2012 instead of May 2012. I'm not stressed, but I have had a few moments of feeling discouraged. I also met with my advisor today, and he was giving me options, and I think I slipped in one too many "How much?", "Oh... yeah I can't afford that.", "And what would that cost?", "If I had the money I would..." comments to where he was finally like "DONICA. I see what you're doing here. And no, I will NOT give you any money." Haha.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I feel bad for you readers. Yes, I go to God first, but then I go to my blog with my problems. This is my problem blog. It's an outlet to organize my thoughts, so I commend those of you who actually finish a blog update in a single sitting. I truly do try to minimize my problems on here, but since I hate to burden individuals with my thoughts, I type them. Otherwise I explode. I become the hulk. And then my clothes rip because I burst into a huge, green being. So I eliminate the possibility of that through "Being Awesome 101".</span><br />
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<div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Since day two of being here, Marisa's car has not been working. Through extensive research (aka: asking Taylor), we figured out it was a problem with the ignition cylinder. Finally, after prompting Marisa to start her car (yes, in the end, it was me who fixed her car by a prompt), it started! I'm guessing it was frozen and finally melted due to the extreme heat outside. So we decided to go out to eat, walk around the mall, visit Target, and leave Marisa's phone in the Target parking lot. Luckily some kind person called my phone saying they found Marisa's phone and we got it back. From 7-8pm and 2-3a Marisa and I had signed up to do the 24-hour prayer vigil (1-2 people from Cottonwood signing up for an hour prayer slot to pray at the chapel on campus). It was great! You never realize just how much you need to pray about until about two hours into it. I could've gone for another round but alas, we needed to return home because of this thing we refer to as "college class". </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Lots of goodness has been going on around here. My roommate went to church with me on Sunday and even came to homegroup that night! I'm hoping and praying she'll continue to come. One thing that caught me off guard last night (2-3am...) was that on the prayer request list someone had written down how they feel like there are no personal relationships going on within the church. They feel that we hang out at organized events and game nights, but outside of that no one is watching their back and they're left alone. I realized just how true this is. Sure, we see each other often, but no one is taking that step to keep up with these people we try to start relationships with. No one is talking to you throughout the day, sending a friendly text, or really investing time into your life. I find this is so even in my case, but I haven't noticed much because fortunately God has been the answer to all my sorrow. But it hurt me to see that other people were feeling that way. We do a fantastic job at outreach, evangelism, and good deeds, but the relationships within the church need some work. No church is perfect, but I'm sure glad I'm at Cottonwood Community Church!</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">News... news... hmmm... Not much news here except: 1. I'm sad because I don't believe I'll get to go back home this summer. 2. I walked out of Greek near tears because I bombed a Greek test (which never happens). 3. Taking 20 credits while paying two rents, trying to keep two jobs and also struggling to get my hours in for field experience really is strenuous. But I'm awesome (hence: "Being Awesome 101"). Woot woot Amen Amen wooty woot woot hallelujah amen! (A new worship song by Donica Severson)</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;">On a DIFFERENT note: I'm taking a New Testament/Christian Scripture class by an atheistic, liberal professor. I was excited at the knowledge that I would be able to speak up and disagree numerous times (I LOVE to debate), but as the class has progressed, I've become a little confused. The professor had us all write a "Letter to the Professor" telling him our religious background, as much as we wanted to say about what he believe, and how we think that will affect the way we will interpret the bible. He entered the classroom and asked us to pass these letters to the front of the class. I looked behind and watched the pile grow bigger and bigger as it moved toward the front, and I began to think about how weird it was that here we were, handing up our beliefs on pieces of paper. I desperately wanted to read them all. After a few discussions in class, I discovered there was more to biblical skepticism than I had thought... My professor has a fantastic view about the Christianity conspiracy, and yet many of the things he said convicted me to the core. He wrote a list of different beliefs in Paulian/Christian faith on the chalkboard and discussed them. He then circled them for emphasis and said "So if all this were true, then you had better go and start telling everyone about it. Why on earth you would you not want to immediately go out and share all this knowledge? According to this faith, God could be coming at any moment, you could die at any moment, time is of the essence". OF course I, believing everything in that circle, was instantly convicted. Why would I not want to go out and tell everyone? </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">(Young adults scavenger hunt tonight [December 22], 6:30pm, Soldotna Bible Chapel.)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I just have to say. I love teaching yoga. I love taking yoga classes. I had some friends come take my class on Monday night and it was HILARIOUS watching everyone try to get in crow plank. It's really an easy pose so I was a little embarrassed I wasn't explaining it well enough for them to understand... anywho, here is my yoga library of some of my favorite arm balances! They're sweet. I like to use these to my advantage, if I feel that conversation is going bad with someone, I just whip myself into side crow or peacock pose and continue conversation. That'll show 'em. </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">P.S.S. check out these guys! They do slackline yoga on campus! They're called yogaslackers and are also a part of the Northern Heights Rock Gym here, which I want to start climbing at and taking yoga at. So cool!</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right" style="background-color: transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="http://yogaslackers.com/vinyasa-yoga.html">http://yogaslackers.com/vinyasa-yoga.html</a> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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<div class="cse-branding-right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tonight was our H2O Christmas party. Instead of it being your normal red, green, and white Christmas, Alyssa had the fantastic idea of making it colorful. Colorful streamers, snowflakes, table clothes, and even outfits. We had some intense girl time decorating (decorating does NOT come natural to me...) three hours before the actual event. And then we had some more intense girl time doing dishes afterwards. It's not 1am and I just arrived home and am taking the time to blog (okay, so I can't fall asleep. Blogging isn't THAT important to me...) </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I just wanna point out that I was the only one who won all events. If any Cottonwood-ers ever check my blog, just know that I'm saying that out of a humble heart... I also wanna point out the the word "wanna" is no longer incorrect with my spell check. It has officially become a word. ALSO, my white elephant gift tonight was interesting... I forgot we needed a gift and my ride was almost to my apartment, so I threw an "I believe" pencil, package of sticky notes, autographed picture of myself, and a workout band in a box. Unwrapped. I called it the "Everything you need to be awesome kit". I also wrote on the outside of the box "Pick me if you're desperate." It got stolen THREE TIMES. Three times was the limit. Who knew.</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></div><div class="cse-branding-right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">On another note, my ride to campus had to teach at 6:30 this morning and I was NOT about to wake up to go to campus at 6:30 so I asked my roomie if I could hitch with her... but she decided to not go to class so IIIII didn't go to class. I want a car! Since the head gaskets went out, I had to sell my car for parts. I received mere pennies out of the deal. Sadness. Well, I guess I really didn't have anything to blog about aside from whatever it is I just said, so, I will leave you to look at a few of the pictures of tonight. </span></div><div class="cse-branding-right"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: transparent; color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My Metolius rock rings! Hanging from my pull-up bar in the apartment! I told my little sister this is what I wanted, and low and behold, a beautiful REI box came to my doorstep with exactly what I wanted inside. I truly am blessed with the greatest family. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In other news, I finally auditioned for being a yoga and spin instructor at the UND Wellness Center, and I think they both went well. I interview officially on Thursday. So exciting! The best part is that, through this whole process, I have been able to meet other people who love yoga (students, instructors) and we've been able to meet outside of class and have impromptu yoga sessions. It's fantastic. It really brings a sense of community, and it's fun growing in abilities with others. Life is great. I love meeting people and doing new things. I love progressing through this life, gathering new knowledge, applying old knowledge; it's fantastic. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So I feel a bit sluggish and bleh right now, but I have a reason. I just did a cleanse and my whole system in internals are feeling fresh and babyish, but my aunt and cousin sent me a care package with baked goods (aka: cookies). Normally I don't eat that type of stuff, but 1) I'm poor and 2) I was glad to get a care packaged! So, I ate them. Afterwards, my stomach felt horrid, I was queasy, and just plain miserable. I still feel miserable. I am NOT doing that anymore. Also, call me crazy, but I have a new food plan! A mix of food combination/raw food diet. Google it. As many of you know, I've taken on the world's task of exploring diets, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">eating regimens, exercise routines, detoxes, cleanses, you name it! I know portion control and moderation is the ultimate key to wellness, but for some reason, I cannot moderate on certain foods such as refined sugar and junk food. If I have a little... it turns out to be a lot. Therefore, I've adapted many different eating routines such as all-organic, raw foods, low-carb, low-fat, no-sugar, vegetarian, and vegan. I finally stumbled upon food combining, and it really made sense to me. Not merely the "food will putrify in your system if you drink milk or eat an apple AND a banana within the same two hours", but just the eating regimen in general made sense. Fruit for breakfast. Fresh veggies and carbs (breads, beans, potatoes, rice, starchy veggies, etc.) for lunch, protein and fresh or steamed veggies for dinner. I've heard that protein should be your last meal of the day, due to the length of digestion it takes and how it works overnight. Therefore, I MUST try this new system of eating. I will let you know how it goes (I usually give things like this a month minimum, unless they turn out to be well [I've been vegetarian this whole semester]). Oh to be a single woman...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">The opening guy, King Charles, stepped out onto stage in tights and a 17th century style suit with his massively long hair piled on top of his head. Needless to say, laughter erupted from the crowd. It didn't help that no one had even heard of this guy before. He came out and in an English accent said, "I must tell you, Cadillac Sky and Mumford and Sons are two of the most incredible bands in the world." He barely got this sentence out because people were laughing at his appearance. So, to spite us, he began to sing acapella. Everyone silenced. We were shocked. This guy was amazing. He went on to do an amazingly fun performance. HERE'S THE BEST PART: During his performance these guys kept walking around me and squeezing by, and a couple of them were breathing down my neck. One guy asked if I was single and looking and said he was single and looking... I declined his inference. I was tired of them brushing me and invading my personal space (or lack there of). Well... next thing I know, they left. I thought " I wonder where they went to... there's no room to move anywhere..." and as I thought this, Cadillac Sky began to play on stage. I looked up and there before my eyes were the guys who were bursting my bubble. CADILLAC SKY. HOW DID I NOT KNOW. I also got touched on the shoulder and winked by Marcus Mumford and shook King Charles hand. Why, you ask? I asked this myself. Turns out the door I was standing by happened to be the door the bands go in and out of to enter the stage. AWESOME NIGHT. Mumford and Sons were incredible, and they ended playing a song with King Charles AND Cadillac Sky all together. So fun. I loved it. So that was that.</span></span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I was supposed to have typed at least 5 pages out of a 10 page work on Socrates I'm doing to have it ready for review on Monday... buuuuuuuuuuuuuut... I didn't do it. And today I'm leaving for Minneapolis for the weekend (not that that's an excuse to NOT do it or anything...). I'm gonna have to bring my homework with me. I didn't want to do this, but it has to be done. Tonight I'm attending a Mumford and Sons concert with Ronnie Rainey and plan to wildly seduce Marcus Mumford and possibly join the band as their lead cowbell extrodinaire. Also, I've been fantasizing about what to be for Halloween and, with the help of Steve Shepson, think I may have finally come up with something. The thought process went something like so:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Steve: What are you gonna dress up as??!?!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Donica: I HAVE NO IDEA!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Steve: Me either! I was thinking a transformer but don't have the time.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Donica: I know, same here! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Steve: Maybe you should just put on a box and write something on it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Donica: ORRRR I could just go as a box...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Steve: Even better.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">But then I thought about what I could make the box into.... so then I thought "Welllll, what better than an oven? I like to eat, people like to eat, oven=eating..." and so this lead to convo #2:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Donica: I should go as an oven! But it'd be better if I was pregnant, than I could have a "BUN" in my oven huck yuck yuck...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Steve: Or you could go as an oven and have it open to your backside... then you could have "BUNS" in your oven huck yuck yuck,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Alas. My Halloween costume search may be over. Also I told Steve to go as Barbie doll Ken. Can you not see it?! He could draw lines around his neck and shoulders and anywhere else a barbie doll has limbs attached. Good thing he doesn't know about this blog...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">My yoga instructor was talking to me about he is applying to med school. He was interested in my degree and the more I talked about it the more he was thinking he should switch over to that. He's about to graduate with his Biology major. He loves sciences. My question was <i>WHY?! </i>to which he responded "I feel that since I love science so much, it should be just a hobby of mine and maybe it's not what I should do for a career." I was a little irritated by this. I had to tell him that the reason I'm doing Classics is because I don't think about anything else and am terrible at sciences. So what would happen if the people that loved science AND the people the hated science all got together and started doing the same degree? It's hard to know which desires and talents that God has given you are meant for career or hobby. I know this from experience. I was really good at music. My family all thought I was going to go into music. I enjoy music. And I'm often sad that my life isn't going down the musician's path. But I found my calling. </span></span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">I think everyone should have knowledge of the Classics era, and also a well-rounded education. And it'd be fun for me to be the one to teach it. </span></span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Wow. I'm too exhausted to really continue. I have many more points but really can't think right now (day three of master cleanse... from experience I know the first three days are the worst, so I can't wait until tomorrow!)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">On another order of business: Tomorrow I am starting the Master Cleanse. I will probably be only doing it a week (I'm heading to Minneapolis on the 29th for a Mumford and Sons concert! And halloween!), but I think a week should cleanse me mostly. I might have to have another round of if before Christmas and go a full 10 days but we'll see. I last did a soup cleanse in August, and that was good, but it's really not like fasting or juicing so I'm excited to get the refreshed feeling I do when I'm done with a fast! My favorite part is getting disgusted with the smell of fatty foods. The desire for sugar and fatty goes away, and I can't wait to get that feeling back! I will keep you all updated (that means YOU MOM) on how it goes, and I hope I can be successful. I used to be so great with discipline and fasted all the time, but I've been so lacking lately! I need to implement that discipline back in my life. Wish me luck! Toodles,</span></span><br />
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I discovered she was actually a genuinely nice person.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilp0kwkoOVP-G4fyvt-u0zwHa7ssrwEyzPFygfsJ8HfA7f9noNKufhEFztH6AZ_swVoKA5y6uR-9hgDoRrvHuEw6gJAFNZL5sck-BIvWUAx3f-JiLXX3PuTZlIMmIKGc3kRHcFq8Kjr2s/s1600/DSC_0807.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilp0kwkoOVP-G4fyvt-u0zwHa7ssrwEyzPFygfsJ8HfA7f9noNKufhEFztH6AZ_swVoKA5y6uR-9hgDoRrvHuEw6gJAFNZL5sck-BIvWUAx3f-JiLXX3PuTZlIMmIKGc3kRHcFq8Kjr2s/s320/DSC_0807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515850207102583282" /></a><br />FLOWAH POWAH.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzggJNUaED39b-syb84-jF5goX-sDZGb9V3o-L9ck8Zfd93M59OsEHnZpz8S421NWipo0auVxBoHiBRZbGTe-he8cTBReftEi7Cyp5LRqonuOBrfdC7GIRLB2j3EISW9C5kpAconRKY8/s1600/DSC_0736.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfzggJNUaED39b-syb84-jF5goX-sDZGb9V3o-L9ck8Zfd93M59OsEHnZpz8S421NWipo0auVxBoHiBRZbGTe-he8cTBReftEi7Cyp5LRqonuOBrfdC7GIRLB2j3EISW9C5kpAconRKY8/s320/DSC_0736.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515850199154518674" /></a><br />I stared at these moose for hours. I felt so at home. Besides the fact that there were two moose fighting each other. I actually have never seen that before.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dr5SwZSY3ojy8pKvj9NlK6CUezMxYHKcpo8kVFDKlI4jBsqSUS40cPQL2LQnkcjxs7W345rdKfCV8ybstoiPkkmVZwyJSXf4UqP4WL3gE41rPvramhn3sHE5M28_-iWDPY-P3yfRzUI/s1600/DSC_0725.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dr5SwZSY3ojy8pKvj9NlK6CUezMxYHKcpo8kVFDKlI4jBsqSUS40cPQL2LQnkcjxs7W345rdKfCV8ybstoiPkkmVZwyJSXf4UqP4WL3gE41rPvramhn3sHE5M28_-iWDPY-P3yfRzUI/s320/DSC_0725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515850186884571682" /></a><br />I've been so lazy. I haven't taken any pictures. I've made little progress on homework. I've had little sleep. I have still yet to find a piano to play. I've slacked working out. I eat all day and night. I'm just a cotton-headed ninny-muggins(*GASP)... I realllly want to pick up rock climbing. I just watched a documentary called "To the limit" and now feel like I'm not a human being without rock climbing. I just need to find ONE climbing partner! Just one! I talked to a local climbing gym (I literally stood there for an hour talking to the gym. I was like "Hey gym!" and gym was like "Heyyyy! You climbing?" and I was like "Well, if you want me to!" and gym said... *to be continued*)and the guy said to come in on a Thursday night because there's usually a bunch of people who I can get hooked up with for climbing and they'd show me how to do it... but I'm still hesitant. If he worded it like: "Donica, come in on Thursday because I have someone for you to climb with, and I will help you step by step the whole way", then I would be like "Hecka YES I'll come in!", but alas, he did not word it that way. Instead he said, "Come in on a Thursday night. Lots of people come then. I'm sure you'll find someone. We can help you get set up." Helpful, but not enough edge for a shy girl such as myself. I was gonna go today at the Wellness Center (I found someone who'd go today!), but I forgot it was September 11th and the climbing wall was closed... Bummer. Bummer that September 11t happened, and bummer that the wall was closed. Speaking of September 11th... I remember the day that happened. It was crazy. My mom was getting clean clothes out of the dryer for me for school, and I was standing there watching the TV... and BAM. It's a sad day when your world of comfort and security gets such a rude awakening. Okay, I need to get back to my essay writing.<br /><br />Oh, P.S., I actually watched "To the Limit" again and bought a pull-up bar for my apartment because I felt so useless. And I also can't do a pullup and feel like that is something any average person should be able to do. <br /><br />Adios, and goodnight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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