Digging through my google drive account tonight, I found this essay. It was written four and a half years ago as part of a student teaching application. It's a wonder, they let me in, huh?
I'm a firecracker- the littlest things excite me, and I am always ready for an adventure. I love parties, dances, huge groups of people, and staying up late. I live to travel and see how crazy the world is. I love diet coke, the Office, and a fresh tube of mascara. I have intense road rage. Annually I pay hundreds of dollars in speeding and parking tickets. April Fools is my favorite holiday. The entire month of March I spend preparing to do clever pranks to my friends and family. The pranks each year must be better than the year before. One year I had my entire apartment of friends believing that the apartment was haunted. They were crying in fear of ghosts. Another year my sister received millions of phone calls for cheap electronics. She couldn’t figure out where the calls were coming from.
I do not like taking out the trash, cleaning out the car, or breaking up with boys.
From June of 2007 to December of 2008, I served as a full time missionary in Resistencia, Argentina. What I originally thought would be a crazy, fun adventure turned out to be much harder than I ever imagined. I spent six of my first months in a small town, isolated from other missionaries, and with a depressed Latin companion who I could hardly understand. The branch in the city had less than 20 active members and no one was interested in the message we carried. The work was so unsuccessful that I wondered what in the world I was doing on a mission. As I suffered, cried for home, and questioned the Lord, I grew closer to Him in a way I never could have imagined. Suddenly, I could no longer run to my family or friends with my problems. The only one who was always there was the Lord. I learned to pour my heart out to Him. I learned to trust Him. I learned to stop telling Him what I wanted, but rather to try to align my will with His. I have now been home for four months, and I can hardly talk about my mission without tears of gratitude and tenderness. My “service” to the Lord is the greatest gift He has ever given me.
The road to be a teacher seems to have no end for me. To help me pay for my endless journey I have taken up a job serving the geriatrics at Sizzler. I still can’t figure out how I ended up working at the one restaurant in a college town where no college students come in. But the people are nice, and somehow I have been working there for three years. I like the job because there is no time to think of any outside pressures- no thinking about school, money, or boys. I just have to remember that table four wants a plate of lemons, the couple needs refills, clear the plates, and pick up the crumpled bills left on the table. I earn the money to pay my tuition on my own- two dollars at a time.
I am a voracious reader, practically inhaling any book that comes my way. Writing is my passion. There is a constant conversation in my head as I try to think of a way to write about a certain event that just took place, an interesting person I have met, or why I hate ironing. My dream is to help kids become powerful communicators through writing, and because of that I want to be an English teacher. I am stoked and terrified at the same time. Since the time I was 17 years old I have dreamed about becoming an English teacher. I look forward to teaching high school “punks” and trying to get them excited about reading, writing, and even grammar. I don’t expect all kids to love language arts, but I want them to respect it, and understand why it is so important. Patience is something I continue to work on, but I do have a ridiculous amount of energy- which I am hoping will save me on those long days with sixteen year olds.
I hope to spend several years as a teacher. I also hope to raise a family, and pray that somehow I can manage to be a mother and an English teacher at the same time. I want to have a grip of kids and a crazy busy life. I am making no significant progress towards meeting a husband, (I seem to have a bad habit of dating deadbeats) but I trust in the Lord’s timing and am happy with my life right now.
FOR YOUR WEEKEND READING:
+ If you're new to the party- a little introduction to everything Life of Bon.
+ One of my most viewed posts ever- why making friends after college sucks.
+ Tis the season to be engaged. Here's what I think about it! (Hint: it sucks!)
+ One of my favorite posts I ever wrote- the "good old days" are right here and now baby.
+ This has been saving my butt ever since it dumped on us resulting in a constant stream of snow and dirt coming into our home. Winter, go away!
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