It is the supreme art of the teacher to awaken joy in creative expression and knowledge.
~Albert Einstein~
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Sunday, December 8, 2013
When Finals Week Hits
So it is almost finals week!
Which means I am writing this post when I should be writing a ten page research paper! I like to think of this as my warm up, because I need to get the juices flowing somehow! What better way to begin than to rant about issues that I see in the world of education!
The prevalence of ignorance regarding special education astounds me, especially among future educators. Understandably I don't always blame an ignorant person, because I know that in our society you can live your whole life without encountering a person with a disability for an extended period of time, or the people that you know with disabilities may only have mild or moderate disabilities. But, I have to ask, how can we teach students if we don't know our students individually, and how can we teach students with disabilities unless we read about those disabilities and how they can manifest themselves in our students? This is one of the biggest frustrations I have experienced: working with teachers and fellow students who have no idea how to treat a student with a disability. Not that I am an expert, I know that you can study special education your whole life and still feel as though you are a novice, but a teacher should at least try to gain some understanding of disabilities. If nothing else, gain a sense of what that student needs to reach their own personal goals. Throwing your hands up in the air and saying, "I don't know," just causes the student to mimic that apathetic attitude and expect failure throughout their life.
Another shocking attitude that I encounter would have to be apathy. I am genuinely shocked by how many students who are going to be teachers do the bare minimum; do you not realize that everything we are learning impacts our future careers, and that these are life lessons, not just grades? I am astounded that these teacher students then actually have the opportunity to educate others when they refuse to learn themselves. We must be students of our students, lifelong learners who foster environments that create more lifelong learners. I recently read an amazing blog post { http://lindanathan.com/2013/12/03/asking-the-hard-questions/ } that has caused me to think of teachers are artists. This has truly inspired me to look at education in a new light. But I ask, how can teachers be artists if they harness an attitude of apathy? Artists are passionate, insatiable seekers of truth and meaning. There is not room for apathy from teachers if we are to truly be an artist.
How can we change this? I just hope that one day I will be able to ignite passion in my students for learning, and I hope that fellow educators feel the same way.
"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." - William Butler Yeats
Which means I am writing this post when I should be writing a ten page research paper! I like to think of this as my warm up, because I need to get the juices flowing somehow! What better way to begin than to rant about issues that I see in the world of education!
The prevalence of ignorance regarding special education astounds me, especially among future educators. Understandably I don't always blame an ignorant person, because I know that in our society you can live your whole life without encountering a person with a disability for an extended period of time, or the people that you know with disabilities may only have mild or moderate disabilities. But, I have to ask, how can we teach students if we don't know our students individually, and how can we teach students with disabilities unless we read about those disabilities and how they can manifest themselves in our students? This is one of the biggest frustrations I have experienced: working with teachers and fellow students who have no idea how to treat a student with a disability. Not that I am an expert, I know that you can study special education your whole life and still feel as though you are a novice, but a teacher should at least try to gain some understanding of disabilities. If nothing else, gain a sense of what that student needs to reach their own personal goals. Throwing your hands up in the air and saying, "I don't know," just causes the student to mimic that apathetic attitude and expect failure throughout their life.
Another shocking attitude that I encounter would have to be apathy. I am genuinely shocked by how many students who are going to be teachers do the bare minimum; do you not realize that everything we are learning impacts our future careers, and that these are life lessons, not just grades? I am astounded that these teacher students then actually have the opportunity to educate others when they refuse to learn themselves. We must be students of our students, lifelong learners who foster environments that create more lifelong learners. I recently read an amazing blog post { http://lindanathan.com/2013/12/03/asking-the-hard-questions/ } that has caused me to think of teachers are artists. This has truly inspired me to look at education in a new light. But I ask, how can teachers be artists if they harness an attitude of apathy? Artists are passionate, insatiable seekers of truth and meaning. There is not room for apathy from teachers if we are to truly be an artist.
How can we change this? I just hope that one day I will be able to ignite passion in my students for learning, and I hope that fellow educators feel the same way.
"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." - William Butler Yeats
Thursday, November 28, 2013
In the Defense of Lecture
Recently I had a friend send me a link to an interesting article about lectures, which spurred some deep thoughts and conversations about the lecture method.
While some would argue that lectures are coma inducing, painstaking, note-taking endeavors, lectures allow students to gain a foundation of knowledge and to accumulate a plethora of information before engaging with the facts in a constructive way. There have been numerous times when a student will try to use information before they have achieved mastery of the subject, leading the student to misuse and abuse what little they know. Lectures provide a foundation for students, and how well a student engages with the material depends upon the responsibility the student feels towards the learning process; this is what I would call true student-directed discovery. However, I cannot proceed without stating that teachers can do a lot to motivate students, so this responsibility does not fall on the student alone.
But all this led me to think: Why do lectures get such a bad rap? I honestly believe that unqualified teachers and uninterested students give lectures a terrible name, but why throw out the good with the bad? Lectures are not all bad, and they have a powerful purpose in the learning process. There is some knowledge that students need to be taught. One example that I can think of from my personal experience would be from my psychology and history courses. No one came into the course knowing the material, and if the teacher had not used lecture at the beginning of each unit, the students would not have been able to use that knowledge to inspire deeper thinking. The same can be said of many introductory courses in the secondary and post-secondary levels of education, in the humanities, sciences, and mathematics. At these points in the learning process, students need to be taught through the honest, tried and true transfer of knowledge from the teacher to the student.
I say all of this knowing that there is a time and a place for every method of instruction, so I am not cutting down any other method for the sole purpose of glorifying the lecture. But, I do agree that many experts who call this method outdated or overrated may need to consider that there is merit in the simple exchange of knowledge from teacher to student. Lecture cannot be the only method of teaching used because students benefit from teachers using multiple forms of instruction; but, there are times in which lecture benefits the student, and that cannot be overlooked.
Source Referenced: A Defense for the Benefits of Lecture
http://www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2013/11/dont-give-up-on-the-lecture/281624/
While some would argue that lectures are coma inducing, painstaking, note-taking endeavors, lectures allow students to gain a foundation of knowledge and to accumulate a plethora of information before engaging with the facts in a constructive way. There have been numerous times when a student will try to use information before they have achieved mastery of the subject, leading the student to misuse and abuse what little they know. Lectures provide a foundation for students, and how well a student engages with the material depends upon the responsibility the student feels towards the learning process; this is what I would call true student-directed discovery. However, I cannot proceed without stating that teachers can do a lot to motivate students, so this responsibility does not fall on the student alone.
But all this led me to think: Why do lectures get such a bad rap? I honestly believe that unqualified teachers and uninterested students give lectures a terrible name, but why throw out the good with the bad? Lectures are not all bad, and they have a powerful purpose in the learning process. There is some knowledge that students need to be taught. One example that I can think of from my personal experience would be from my psychology and history courses. No one came into the course knowing the material, and if the teacher had not used lecture at the beginning of each unit, the students would not have been able to use that knowledge to inspire deeper thinking. The same can be said of many introductory courses in the secondary and post-secondary levels of education, in the humanities, sciences, and mathematics. At these points in the learning process, students need to be taught through the honest, tried and true transfer of knowledge from the teacher to the student.
I say all of this knowing that there is a time and a place for every method of instruction, so I am not cutting down any other method for the sole purpose of glorifying the lecture. But, I do agree that many experts who call this method outdated or overrated may need to consider that there is merit in the simple exchange of knowledge from teacher to student. Lecture cannot be the only method of teaching used because students benefit from teachers using multiple forms of instruction; but, there are times in which lecture benefits the student, and that cannot be overlooked.
Source Referenced: A Defense for the Benefits of Lecture
http://www.theatlantic.com/education/archive/2013/11/dont-give-up-on-the-lecture/281624/
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
On a Cloudy and Windy Day
The wind keeps blowing my shutter open and closed because the last construction man that moved it when they were working never secured it back to the building. This startles me, and I jump every time it slams against the windowsill or the wall. I lose track of where I was writing in my lesson plan, and readjust in my seat as I try to focus on the work at hand.
The clouds and the wind continue to dampen today's vibe, but it's for the best since I need to do two lessons for tomorrow, both of which are very intensive and somewhat challenging. One involved building fluency with multiplying and dividing fractions, and the other is about the jury system in Ancient Greece. Both of these lessons are engaging; I never could stand teachers who just read from worksheets and assign seat work. In fact, I even detest the word "worksheet" because it implies work and boredom. Why can't we call it a hand out instead? They should be visuals, not busy work anyways! They say a teacher is only as good as their lesson plan, and if a plan only entails worksheets and busy work, what does that say!? But I digress.
This week also marks the beginning of training for a run of some sort; I don't know what run, all I know is my running buddy Em and I are training, and we are doing 8 minute miles this week! So I am trying to revive my body to become more than a shadow of it's former glory, when I ran the mile in 7.30 in the 7th grade.My body is already responding well, I have been getting up early everyday, and really getting the most out of my time.
All this to conclude that today has been strange. I had a weird dream last night, and woke up feeling as though I am out of place here. Yet as I get to work, I know that what I am doing must be valuable; why else would I be called to do it? If nothing else, I am learning a lot, and that is what I am here to do!
The clouds and the wind continue to dampen today's vibe, but it's for the best since I need to do two lessons for tomorrow, both of which are very intensive and somewhat challenging. One involved building fluency with multiplying and dividing fractions, and the other is about the jury system in Ancient Greece. Both of these lessons are engaging; I never could stand teachers who just read from worksheets and assign seat work. In fact, I even detest the word "worksheet" because it implies work and boredom. Why can't we call it a hand out instead? They should be visuals, not busy work anyways! They say a teacher is only as good as their lesson plan, and if a plan only entails worksheets and busy work, what does that say!? But I digress.
This week also marks the beginning of training for a run of some sort; I don't know what run, all I know is my running buddy Em and I are training, and we are doing 8 minute miles this week! So I am trying to revive my body to become more than a shadow of it's former glory, when I ran the mile in 7.30 in the 7th grade.My body is already responding well, I have been getting up early everyday, and really getting the most out of my time.
All this to conclude that today has been strange. I had a weird dream last night, and woke up feeling as though I am out of place here. Yet as I get to work, I know that what I am doing must be valuable; why else would I be called to do it? If nothing else, I am learning a lot, and that is what I am here to do!
Thursday, October 10, 2013
A Rainy Day in Charlottesville
Days like these cause me to stay inside and do a lot of reading and reasearching, and if you know me well, you know that I will most definitely learn a lot about special education or about history whenever that happens.
Today was no exception, and I found myself watching a documentary for class about the Virginia Lynchburg Colony that fell into the Eugenics movement in the early 1900s. If you don't know what that movement entails, don't worry, I didn't either. If you are queasy or if social justice issues fire you up(as they do me), then let me first warn you that this post will cause you to wield some unruly anger against the perpetrators of this movement.
During this time period the Lynchburg Colony (also referred to as the Virginia Colony) was an asylum created for those with epilepsy and the "feeble-minded," which was a loose term that can be interpreted as those with mental disabilities. In the time period, this institution actually ended up being a place where welfare workers would send those seen as "socially inept" or "mentally retarded."
In reality, these workers rounded up the poor, the homeless, orphans, the uneducated, run aways, criminals, and those who were not accepted in the local community. Honestly, there were no real tests or standards for admittance into the Virginia Colony besides someone having the power over another to admit them. To make matters worse, the director of the colony wanted to sterilize the residents, and he had friend, Dr. Laughlin, who helped draft a law that allowed for the sterilization of inmates, criminals, the homeless, the poor, and the "feeble-minded." Not only was this law actually passed and put into affect in 1924, but the Supreme Court actually upheld this law in 1927 in Buck v. Bell. Mr. Strode, who represented Lynchburg, and Mr. Whitehead, who represented the plaintiff, Carrie Buck, were in cahoots with Dr. Laughlin and Dr. Pretty to uphold this sterilization policy. Yeah, how about that for the liberty and justice for all!
Just in case that did not enrage you enough, let me also explain that many of these children and teenagers who found themselves in this institution were not actually informed that they were being sterilized. Oh no, if there was any explanation or choice at all, these innocent individuals were told that they were being given an operation in order to improve and ensure their good health. Imagine the surprise and humiliation these individuals felt years later when they were released from the institution, married, and found out they could not have children.
Why was this done? Because a premise of the Eugenics Movement is that those with "bad genes" that cause these tendencies in individuals are passed on when someone with those "bad genes" have a child. Not only does this scarily remind me of a white elitist argument, but this movement actually historically inspired the Nazi's in Germany to sterilize, separate, and finally slaughter those who were presumed to have inferior genes. The Germans thanked the US scientists that promoted this theory, and these American scientists actually praised and encouraged the Germans for what they were doing, saying that the Germans were beating them at their own game.
A part of me is thankful that we could learn from those mistakes, and these scientists were discounted due to lack of real valid scientific evidence, but the lasting affect for these people's lives cannot be compensated. In fact, the state still refused to pay for reversal surgeries for these individuals at the time of this documentary (which may have been in the 90's judging by the nappy hair and the shoulder pads).
All in all this documentary is an eery reminder that we need to stay informed and engaged with how those with disabilities are treated in our society. There are still institutions where wards rape or beat patients, there are still enclaves and group homes that can get away with paying those with mental disabilities well below minimum wage, and there are still injustices and discrimination occurring everywhere. Despite this pervasive problem, I am willing to bet that a majority of the American society feels as though these problems have been solved through the ADA and other legal measures that have ensured that those with disabilities can have equal access. But I ask, what is the value of a law if we as the people do not make sure that it is implemented with fairness and fidelity?
Today was no exception, and I found myself watching a documentary for class about the Virginia Lynchburg Colony that fell into the Eugenics movement in the early 1900s. If you don't know what that movement entails, don't worry, I didn't either. If you are queasy or if social justice issues fire you up(as they do me), then let me first warn you that this post will cause you to wield some unruly anger against the perpetrators of this movement.
During this time period the Lynchburg Colony (also referred to as the Virginia Colony) was an asylum created for those with epilepsy and the "feeble-minded," which was a loose term that can be interpreted as those with mental disabilities. In the time period, this institution actually ended up being a place where welfare workers would send those seen as "socially inept" or "mentally retarded."
In reality, these workers rounded up the poor, the homeless, orphans, the uneducated, run aways, criminals, and those who were not accepted in the local community. Honestly, there were no real tests or standards for admittance into the Virginia Colony besides someone having the power over another to admit them. To make matters worse, the director of the colony wanted to sterilize the residents, and he had friend, Dr. Laughlin, who helped draft a law that allowed for the sterilization of inmates, criminals, the homeless, the poor, and the "feeble-minded." Not only was this law actually passed and put into affect in 1924, but the Supreme Court actually upheld this law in 1927 in Buck v. Bell. Mr. Strode, who represented Lynchburg, and Mr. Whitehead, who represented the plaintiff, Carrie Buck, were in cahoots with Dr. Laughlin and Dr. Pretty to uphold this sterilization policy. Yeah, how about that for the liberty and justice for all!
Just in case that did not enrage you enough, let me also explain that many of these children and teenagers who found themselves in this institution were not actually informed that they were being sterilized. Oh no, if there was any explanation or choice at all, these innocent individuals were told that they were being given an operation in order to improve and ensure their good health. Imagine the surprise and humiliation these individuals felt years later when they were released from the institution, married, and found out they could not have children.
Why was this done? Because a premise of the Eugenics Movement is that those with "bad genes" that cause these tendencies in individuals are passed on when someone with those "bad genes" have a child. Not only does this scarily remind me of a white elitist argument, but this movement actually historically inspired the Nazi's in Germany to sterilize, separate, and finally slaughter those who were presumed to have inferior genes. The Germans thanked the US scientists that promoted this theory, and these American scientists actually praised and encouraged the Germans for what they were doing, saying that the Germans were beating them at their own game.
A part of me is thankful that we could learn from those mistakes, and these scientists were discounted due to lack of real valid scientific evidence, but the lasting affect for these people's lives cannot be compensated. In fact, the state still refused to pay for reversal surgeries for these individuals at the time of this documentary (which may have been in the 90's judging by the nappy hair and the shoulder pads).
All in all this documentary is an eery reminder that we need to stay informed and engaged with how those with disabilities are treated in our society. There are still institutions where wards rape or beat patients, there are still enclaves and group homes that can get away with paying those with mental disabilities well below minimum wage, and there are still injustices and discrimination occurring everywhere. Despite this pervasive problem, I am willing to bet that a majority of the American society feels as though these problems have been solved through the ADA and other legal measures that have ensured that those with disabilities can have equal access. But I ask, what is the value of a law if we as the people do not make sure that it is implemented with fairness and fidelity?
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Be the Change
There is nothing quite like feeling you are making a difference, and while this week has tested my patience, professionalism, and me sense of competency on the job, I have to cling to the belief that somehow, somewhere, I did touch someone's life. However, I know that this life is a learning experience, and that after some rest and relaxation I will get to enter next week with a renewed mission to make a difference in the lives of those around me. That change is going to start with myself. I am going to keep a positive attitude and look at the positive differences that I can see, and I am going to focus on the positive instead of the negative. Reflecting on the negative allows me to think about what I would do differently next time, but after that conclusion has been reached, I no longer need to hold on to what has happened. This will be my approach to this week, and I know that this week will only be better than the last!
Sunday, May 12, 2013
A Whole New World
Wow, only a graduated senior would know the feeling I will try to convey right now, but the few weeks after graduation have been the hardest weeks of my life. All we graduates know is that what is to come will not be anything like what we have known. There are now strange pressures to have your life together and the focus is on the future. Over the past few days it has honestly been hard to slow down, to relax, and to ignore the expectations that I have placed on myself.
This time is strange; I wonder what friends will keep in touch, what graduate school will bring, and who I will meet this summer and over the next two years. I am so thankful, though, that I have graduate school to start to adjust to the demands and expectations that come along with being a real adult.
Right now all we can do is remind ourselves of Christ's love for us, and hold on to His promises that he equips those he calls. His plans are still to prosper, he has not forgotten us! That is a hope that is living and true, and I am trying to savor this time that I can build up my faith and invest in friendships. For now, that's all we graduates have!
This time is strange; I wonder what friends will keep in touch, what graduate school will bring, and who I will meet this summer and over the next two years. I am so thankful, though, that I have graduate school to start to adjust to the demands and expectations that come along with being a real adult.
Right now all we can do is remind ourselves of Christ's love for us, and hold on to His promises that he equips those he calls. His plans are still to prosper, he has not forgotten us! That is a hope that is living and true, and I am trying to savor this time that I can build up my faith and invest in friendships. For now, that's all we graduates have!
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Looking Ahead
On days like today I just want to praise God, because no matter what went wrong, all of the important things fell perfectly into place. Minor frustrations have melted away as I realize I am less than ten assignments away from graduation! This journey at JMU has been the most incredible four years of my life, and I have cherished every precious moment that I have been given. I feel so blessed to meet the people here, to find amazing opportunities to get involved, and I am mostly joyful that I have gotten to serve others during my time here. My heart is overwhelmed with joy when I think of the amazing women that I lead in WORD and how God is working in their lives, and I love seeing old members of Discipleship Team out and about on campus and catching up with them!
In retrospect, these years have really allowed me to get out of my shell and embrace who I have been created to be.
In retrospect, these years have really allowed me to get out of my shell and embrace who I have been created to be.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Looking Forward
The future looms large on the horizon but as I look forward I am no longer filled with dread or doubt about where I will be or who I will be with. I used to question my future, my own judgment, and whether I would make the right decisions, but after a long quiet time today and some sage advice from a wiser woman than myself, I feel as though i can look to the future knowing that the Lord has my best at heart. How have I ever doubted that what He does is good; I don't see my future, but He does. Trusting Him has never been so hard, but I know that is all I have as reassurance that no matter what happens, what is meant to be will be, and all things work out for the best in the end. I just have to trust, continue to pray, and really rest on Him during this period in my life because only He provides peace that surpasses all understanding. No matter where I go to grad school or what job I get or where I move or who I end up with, I find joy and rest in the fact that God has already gone before me and He has already made the path ready for me to tread.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Diving Back In
Now that school has officially begun and the work piles higher as my "To-Do" list becomes longer with responsibilities and expectations, some of which are my own perfectionist standards shining through, I feel as though I am diving headlong into a tornado of work.
However, as I dive back into this work that could threaten to consume me, God has been providing opportunities for diving deeper into Him as well, which has refreshed and revived my soul in a way that is so undeniable. Not only has the Lord been speaking peace into my life concerning my future and my present, but He continually assures me of His presence and His current workings in my life.
God has reminded me how blessed I am. If I were left to my own devices I would deserve death, but God in His mercy could not leave me in the mess that I created for myself. He has been teaching me that if we confess our sins He is faithful and just in forgiving us! Such a relief, because that was some good news that I needed to hear.
However, as I dive back into this work that could threaten to consume me, God has been providing opportunities for diving deeper into Him as well, which has refreshed and revived my soul in a way that is so undeniable. Not only has the Lord been speaking peace into my life concerning my future and my present, but He continually assures me of His presence and His current workings in my life.
God has reminded me how blessed I am. If I were left to my own devices I would deserve death, but God in His mercy could not leave me in the mess that I created for myself. He has been teaching me that if we confess our sins He is faithful and just in forgiving us! Such a relief, because that was some good news that I needed to hear.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Senior Year Life Review
Over the past few weeks I have found myself wondering what I have actually accomplished with my life and what may realistically lie in my future. This has been a scary time, thinking about all of the things that I have accomplished, the projects I have undertaken, and the awards that have been bestowed upon me, yet what do these awards amount to? In my life I have accrued two binders full of awards, scholarships, distinctions, and other miscellaneous pats on the back, yet here I am, still scared of what the future will bring, wondering where I am called to grad school, and questioning what degree I should be striving for that will get me where I most want to go.
The scariest part of looking to the future is knowing that friend circles, especially the ones from college, are transient; that is to say that we have enjoyed our time together, but soon we will all move on, make new friends, settle into new communities, and experience a new form of life without tests, semesters, staying up late with housemates, and being able to come home for vacation.What will our lives look like in the real world? Will I be mature and sophisticated enough to ride through this transition with grace and confidence?
I guess applying for grad school has made me think about who I will meet, who I will work with, and what experiences lie ahead. Though these opportunities excite me, the power to decide frightens me. What if I choose the wrong place? What if I don't settle well into the new place? What if I don't succeed wherever this path of life takes me? I know that no matter what I can look to a bright and joyful future with friends and family that love me for me, because that has followed me my whole life. I know I have a faith in a God who will only allow the best for me, and that is a great comfort. I think the fear comes from the blunders that I know I am going to make on the way; even though I can preemptively say that I am going to fail, I cannot prevent these failures, and learning some of life's lessons can be hard. But I am hoping (the eternal optimist in me emerges) that these stumbles along this journey will merely look like I am dancing, and not that I have screwed my life up beyond any point of redemption.
Ultimately these fears chalk up to nothing, a vapor that tries to drag me down as I fly towards the open window placed before me, yet I look back and miss what I have lost. Along the way, drifting apart from friends and a significant other have detrimentally affected how I see myself and my future, yet I move on, striving for those who will truly love me, and fight for me no matter what. I love unconditionally, and I cannot wait to find someone who will do that same.
The scariest part of looking to the future is knowing that friend circles, especially the ones from college, are transient; that is to say that we have enjoyed our time together, but soon we will all move on, make new friends, settle into new communities, and experience a new form of life without tests, semesters, staying up late with housemates, and being able to come home for vacation.What will our lives look like in the real world? Will I be mature and sophisticated enough to ride through this transition with grace and confidence?
I guess applying for grad school has made me think about who I will meet, who I will work with, and what experiences lie ahead. Though these opportunities excite me, the power to decide frightens me. What if I choose the wrong place? What if I don't settle well into the new place? What if I don't succeed wherever this path of life takes me? I know that no matter what I can look to a bright and joyful future with friends and family that love me for me, because that has followed me my whole life. I know I have a faith in a God who will only allow the best for me, and that is a great comfort. I think the fear comes from the blunders that I know I am going to make on the way; even though I can preemptively say that I am going to fail, I cannot prevent these failures, and learning some of life's lessons can be hard. But I am hoping (the eternal optimist in me emerges) that these stumbles along this journey will merely look like I am dancing, and not that I have screwed my life up beyond any point of redemption.
Ultimately these fears chalk up to nothing, a vapor that tries to drag me down as I fly towards the open window placed before me, yet I look back and miss what I have lost. Along the way, drifting apart from friends and a significant other have detrimentally affected how I see myself and my future, yet I move on, striving for those who will truly love me, and fight for me no matter what. I love unconditionally, and I cannot wait to find someone who will do that same.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
A New Year
Life confuses me in how circumstances can be orchestrated so that people meet, get together, break up, get back together, and how friends migrate in and out and back into our lives. While thinking over the many friends that I have had the pleasure of meeting over my college career, I can't help but think about how I have gotten closer to some friends and drifted apart from others simply because of the timing and circumstances of our lives. This retrospect has caused me to consider what really matters in life, and that is to appreciate the people who love us and whom we love. This year I am going to enjoy the time that I have with the people in my life, and I am going to continue to reach out to the people that are in my life. This year is going to be rich, full of memories that I will cherish forever and no regrets.
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