6 posts tagged “schoolwork”
I am having a potluck party on Saturday to celebrate my birth, I'm excited.
I'm excited for the exec's secret santa exchange that requires writing a poem.
I'm very much anticipating my & Cheryl's trip to Chicago on Dec 13&14. She is a flight attendant so the flight is stupidly cheap. I am so thankful that I'm able to return to the city I love for a second time in a year! and in an Obama-elected Chicago.. oh my goshhhh!
I am not enjoying waking up everyday with a headache requiring tylenol.
I fully acknowledge I am drinking too much caffeine as of late, and am faultily considering lattes a meal.
I am anxious about this important paper due Friday & big presentation Wednesday. There is simply no time.
I am not looking forward to working 8pm to 8am tonight, amidst my piles of homework. Worst. Timing. Ever.
I am not anticipating staying up all night Monday or Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday... which seems very viable.
Okay, Naomi, let's try to do some work...
pipe dreams of co-ownership of a bunny paired with less tolerance for meaningless& ignorant speech.
shitty at-home hair dye jobs and a deep fascination with how much i can live my life controlled by fear.
bad chinese food with tired parents.
yesterday's paper & a burn from a spilled americano.
some new music tonight and back to the old routine tomorrow morning.
It’s autumn, and I’m a girl sitting in Trinity Bellwoods Park; Americano in my veins and hope and gratitude in my heart.
The summer is over, Cheryl is no longer my roomate & all us regulars are back at Aberdeen. I miss Cheryl; she taught me immeasurable amounts about selfless service and the washing of others' feet [John 13] [she literally washed mine.... good story- I'd love to tell you in person]. I am looking forward to good amounts of concerts this fall, good amounts of hanging out, and good amounts of immersing myself into learning again, into anti-oppressive social work practice and just daily living.
Freedomize's fall launch was this Sunday, and it was fantastique. There was a gospel choir brought in, Cyril rapped, David spoke powerful words, communion as always, induction of wonderful new members, cleansing through tears;... beautiful, beautiful church, I love you.
Being on the Executive Leadership team at IVCF at school is a lot of work all at once. It's so wonderful to be a part of something so significant and bigger than I could ever imagine. I guess we could say we're labouring lots right now - and looking for fruit through tired eyes... it's also very stretching to be immersed in the lives of others that I wouldn't particularly otherwise spend a lot of time with- it all feels very random. It's still early.
I have pink & brown in my hair now; in high school I used to dye my hair to mark something significant. So I decided to do the same when I passed my G2 test a month ago. Having failed it a ridiculous amount of times, it was something in my life that caused me overwhelming (and unneccesary, and self-consumed) sadness, inadequacy. tension and stress; praise God it's behind me- I'll need his grace again in the same area in a year's time, come my G test.... I'm hoping this collective experience will be used for something beyond my understanding..
Speaking of high school phases, I've readopted thick black eyeliner...
I work at Starbucks where I serve the rich; and at placement I serve the poor.
Starbucks is fine, I have a love-hate relationship with it and I’ve gotten to the point where I’m getting a little sick of their specialty drinks and pastries. I think it will get better once I start making better/stronger connections with my coworkers (oops, I mean fellow partners..haha.) and customers. Though, I’m totally unfaithful, as I fervently prefer the independent coffee shop/espresso bar with sweet music by my house.
My placement is at a permanent housing solution for 21 people who live with a mental illness. It’s very stretching and life-changing, I feel like everyday I understand the deep, deep scope of mental illness a little bit more, and how drastically it affects lives. Everyone in the house is different, which makes for different ways of interaction with each resident. Don’t tell anyone, but I have a favourite…. a sweet little Indian lady – today we went to the mall to buy batteries for her glucometer & she shared her french fries with me. Everyday I’m at placement includes the dodging of inappropriate questions directed my way; lots of laughs; awkward moments for me but not for those with flat affects; sitting on meetings with doctors, personal support workers, social workers, psychiatrists, housing workers; and a whole lot of grace, and well, compassion.
On top of everything, most importantly- God reveals who he is to me a little bit more everyday (if I choose to listen and open my eyes/heart) and he’s showing me over and over again to live life one day at a time. Dreaming for the future is so, so good, but- so is dreaming for the present.
I'm at this place lately where I don't want to eat food anymore, I just want to drink coffee. I'm hungy, but I don't wanna put anything in my mouth. Revolting. Archi told me to take up smoking to rid myself of my appetite and then I wouldn't have that problem anymore, ironic considering my superstition about taking up smoking (see entry labeled "pake, i'm trying everything to know you").
I finished my summer course and I'm actually kind of heartbroken about it. The course itself was interesting, and it means I have a lighter courseload this year, but it's the people I'll miss... the characters. Angry Lady, Chatty Cathy, and the lovely friends I made. Toronto gets better the more people I meet. Once I leave I imagine it will be hard to do so... but grad school in Chicago or NYC seems like a definite (Plans plans plans. "many are the plans in a person's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails";).
Saw my very best friend/eternal friend, Rhobi last night + checked out a book launch of one of our favourite artists.. www.shannongerard.org sheisfantastic. We then ate late at the Green Room & discussed smoking cigarettes, imposing morality and her new life goal to chug a beer faster than her champion-boyfriend. I love bestfriend'sboyfriend; BFB for short (just made that up now).
In other news, Starbucks has been booking me to work on Sunday nights lately: also heartbreaking. Church is Sunday nights. I'm in a place where I need to hear David reciting this calmly postcommunion .. God shows up in this tradition for me.
Numbers 6:24-26
"The LORD bless you
and keep you;
the LORD make his face shine upon you
and be gracious to you;
the LORD turn his face toward you
and give you peace."
....
I'm still working on understanding GRACE. Oh wait, I never will. It's one of those things.
Since my bike seat got stolen, I decided to borrow my roomate Cheryl's bike to ride to work this morning.
Holy crap, thank God I'm alive. I think something is wrong with the brakes- along with the fact it's totally different than the bike I'm used to so I almost got into an accident twice. Once with like, a lady with a walker and once with a couple cars. Gee. It's funny when I think about it now. Coming home tonight will be fun.
I have a night class 6-9pm starting tonight. I am maybe regretting my return to school in the summertime. Two jobs plus one course? We'll see what happens. I'm definetly not in school mode- it will be an adjustment.
This entry sucks. I want lunch.
i won't try to put this in eloquent wording,
all i have to say is,
i feel so empty and depressed.
going home was not a solution for me being upset;
i feel like i am upset with more things from being home.
