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Birthday: 1/5/1987
Gender: Female
Interests: Mummies. I think mummies are cool. I did a project on them in 6th grade. Musicals. Reading. Swimming. Wandering. Getting lost. Being tactful... oh, wait, no...
Expertise: Enjoying nice outdoor weather. Coming up with fun things to do. Definitely not driving. Panicking. Making slice-and-bake cookies.
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
10/25/2004
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| A question for my few, faithful blog readers:
What do you think about women being head pastors? Okay? Not okay? Why or why not?
It's been on my mind lately because of a recent discussion at my small group meeting. I'd like to hear some opinions and arguments.
Incidentally, I think I became a feminist on Thursday night.
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I'm going to add a thought and y'all should comment on it, too.
In the book we're reading for our small group, the guy who wrote the chapter on women in leadership talked about how he remembers growing up in evangelical churches and hearing women missionaries come talk to the congregation about their work overseas and church planting and such. He points out that there seems to be a double-standard in many evangelical churches, where people think it's okay for women to pastor church plants in other countries, but not here in the U.S. Have y'all experienced this in your own churches? I can't remember ever hearing a woman missionary speak about going to another country alone; it seems like usually it's a man-and-wife-team. But if it is the case that evangelical churches think there's a special exception in the case of women preaching to "poor, ignorant natives," something is seriously wrong.
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| I wrote a sonnet today.
It one of my 5 "broadening your horizons" activities for my capstone class. The categories for said activities are: physical, intellectual, creative, social, and choose-your-own.
Here is my sonnet:
Sonnet 1 While walking home from school one day I spied
Two animals wand'ring beneath a tree.
One had a leash; “'Tis a mere dog,” I cried.
The other one – whatever could it be? As I drew near, it seemed to me to root
Around the soft, brown dirt beneath the pine.
Its owner near appeared a great big brute,
Bedecked in bedclothes far beyond noontime.
Closer did I walk and thus I learned –
The beast beneath the tree was a wee pig!
And at that moment I began to yearn
For one myself, that I could watch him dig. “And what might be his name?” I did inquire.
“Hamlet,” he said. “By Shakespeare ‘twas inspired.”
Forsooth, this really happened. Although it wasn't 'neath a pine tree. That, my friends, was poetic license.
I want a miniature pot bellied pig for Christmas.
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| Everywhere I turn lately, people are freaking out about taking the GRE and filling out graduate school applications. I've been asked several times what schools I'm looking at. I like to look people in the eye and proudly declare, "I'm not going to graduate school!" That's right. Not going. For one thing, I'm burned out on school right now. I'm tired of spending more time with books than with people. I'm tired of sitting in a claustrophobic little study carrel at the library until 10:30 every night. I'm tired of having to slog through pages and pages of reading, finishing as quickly as possible so I can get started on the reading for the next class. Plus, I have a whole mess of undergraduate loans to begin paying off in May. Private school isn't cheap, to say the least. And I'm actually excited about the prospect of working somewhere from 9 to 5, going home, and not thinking about what I need to do for work until 9am the next day. I'm ready to read for *gasp* pleasure. I have a whole bookshelf of books waiting to be read. Maybe I'll go to graduate school some day. I have no doubt I would do well there. But it would be a total waste of money for me right now, since I'm not aiming for a career that requires it and I have no idea what I'd want to study. I'm content with my decision. I'm thinking of applying for Teach for America. It's kind of a scary thought... trying to keep a classroom of kids under control. I don't know how teachers do it. I guess it's either a really rewarding or really frustrating job. Why won't the Golden Key Honor Society quit emailing me? No, I do not want to pay any membership fees. I'm on to you! You're nothing but a pyramid scheme in honor society's clothing. Benedict XVI's "Spe Salvi" Encyclical is amazing, by the way. | | |
| I'm in a class on the history of American foreign relations since 1919.
We've been assigned a paper on our own family's history. We have to
link our history to events in U.S. foreign relations - things like WWI,
the Great Depression, WWII, the Cold War, 9/11, etc.
I'm sure the papers are interesting for the professor to read. I can't
help but think, though, that it's a little more depressing for her each
semester as the grandparents of the class keep getting successively
younger than her.
You know what's always annoying? People who are hardcore into their
particular political party and have the same, repetitive, insulting
arguments with diehards from the opposing party. Those discussions are
almost never productive.
On another note, I've been researching political candidates a little bit. I've read a lot on Bob Barr and a little on Obama.
So far, I like a lot of Barr's ideas. There are things I don't like,
too, but they're relatively minor and probably wouldn't get passed in
legislation, anyway. I don't like his idea on making English the
official U.S. language to the exclusion of all other languages, but I
admire his taking a firm stance on it. It's kinda gutsy - alienating an
entire group of voters like that. I also disagree with
his stance on legalizing marijuana for medicinal purposes. I think that
could easily get out of hand and make the drug problems worse.
Although, I might feel differently if I were dying from a terminal
illness and weed was the only thing that made me feel better...
There was another thing I didn't agree with, but I can't remember now. Maybe on immigration?
I don't understand why so many young people are jazzed about Obama.
When I looked at his website and his ideas for reform, all I could see
was, "Money, money, money." Someone's going to have to pay for all the
reforms he's advocating. Guess what, college kids - when you get into the real
world, Uncle Sam starts taking your money away! Do you really want
someone who is going to raise taxes even more for a whole slew of
government programs that probably aren't going to benefit you, ever?
Let's be realistic.
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Additionally, I think the federal government has tried to take on way
too much. It's impossible to be efficient with so much bureaucracy.
More power needs to be returned to the state level.
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| Oh, xanga. I'm tired of you...
I think I was sort of hit on through drunk text messages two nights ago. Should I still take it as a compliment?
The restaurant I'm working for makes me mad sometimes. They don't
adhere to fair hiring practices. I want to report it, but I don't know
who to tell. Also, they'd just have to go on my word from what I
witnessed and heard one day. Also, I worry that all the cooks would be
sent back to Mexico if some agency looked into hiring at the
restaurant. And the cooks are nice. They've helped me with my Spanish.
This is the least relaxing summer I've ever had. What possessed me to
take three jobs? Michael told me so. He was right. I actually think
I'll be less stressed and tired when school starts.
Things to be excited about:
- Going to Chicago next week
- Football season
- Halloween - including dressing up and carving a pumpkin
- Highland barn dance - so fun and hokey
- Yoga with Paola
- Community group
- Financial Peace class
- The Office (!)
- NOT being a waitress anymore - definitely the most difficult and frequently-discouraging job I've ever had
I reckon that's a pretty good list for now.
I should do all these late homework assignments now.
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