See John Glenn's autobiography for this exercise...
1. I am Michelle.
2. I am a mom.
3. I am a Christian.
4. I am a daughter, granddaughter, sister, aunt, niece, cousin.
5. I am owned by a cat.
6. I clench my teeth when I'm stressed.
7. I clench my teeth all the time.
8. I am broke... or maybe broken.
9. I have no idea how John Glenn or the other astronauts managed to come up with 100 of these.
10. I am done.
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Monday, March 1, 2010
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Excitement and such...
Kentucky-Ohio-West Virginia-Pennsylvania:
The first day we made it three-fourths of the way through PA before we stopped for the night...I LOVED that first day of traveling. When else would I get to just sit, and listen to music, and stare at amazing scenery, and think deep thoughts...and the best part was, one of my daughter's friends actually came on the trip and they sat together the whole way (seat to myself - YAY!).
That was the first day, though. I was so sick of sitting on that bus by the time we got back home!
Notes from day 1:
1. Winston Churchill called Cincinnati the 'most beautiful of America's inland cities.' Hmph. I guess he never made it as far as Louisville.
2. John and Annie Glenn have a State Historic site WAY UP AND IN Ohio...I know because we passed it...I have to go there! We like to visit Dayton, OH, anyway, to the Air Force Museum, and it's just a few hours beyond that. If I mention it often enough to D, I'm sure I can wear him down enough and we'll go, just so he can shut me up...
3. We stopped at a shopping center on the OH-WV border for lunch. C and I were faced with many options...should we go to Taco Bell? Wendy's? Steak n Shake? Or, if you wanted to walk really far to the other side of the parking lot, you could go to the McDonald's inside the Wal-Mart-
It was NO CONTEST - we were already on our way...we ALWAYS go to Wal-Mart when we go out of town!
I found some great pens I've been looking for...she bought a hundred different kinds of markers, coloring pencils, and sketch pads. Because, you know, she doesn't have anything like that...(LOL! LOL!).
4. The drive through Pennsylvania was my favorite, it was so BEAUTIFUL!
5. I now officially know what a 'hex' is and have a much better understanding of Orson Scott Card's Alvin Maker (I'm just a tiny bit embarrassed about this point - I didn't know that I didn't know, if you know what I mean...)
6. In PA, I started seeing more and more barns with green roofs, or cute little red barns...it finally dawned on me that I was seeing the transition from my part of the world to what is called 'New England'.
Wow!
More coming...:)
The first day we made it three-fourths of the way through PA before we stopped for the night...I LOVED that first day of traveling. When else would I get to just sit, and listen to music, and stare at amazing scenery, and think deep thoughts...and the best part was, one of my daughter's friends actually came on the trip and they sat together the whole way (seat to myself - YAY!).
That was the first day, though. I was so sick of sitting on that bus by the time we got back home!
Notes from day 1:
1. Winston Churchill called Cincinnati the 'most beautiful of America's inland cities.' Hmph. I guess he never made it as far as Louisville.
2. John and Annie Glenn have a State Historic site WAY UP AND IN Ohio...I know because we passed it...I have to go there! We like to visit Dayton, OH, anyway, to the Air Force Museum, and it's just a few hours beyond that. If I mention it often enough to D, I'm sure I can wear him down enough and we'll go, just so he can shut me up...
3. We stopped at a shopping center on the OH-WV border for lunch. C and I were faced with many options...should we go to Taco Bell? Wendy's? Steak n Shake? Or, if you wanted to walk really far to the other side of the parking lot, you could go to the McDonald's inside the Wal-Mart-
It was NO CONTEST - we were already on our way...we ALWAYS go to Wal-Mart when we go out of town!
I found some great pens I've been looking for...she bought a hundred different kinds of markers, coloring pencils, and sketch pads. Because, you know, she doesn't have anything like that...(LOL! LOL!).
4. The drive through Pennsylvania was my favorite, it was so BEAUTIFUL!
5. I now officially know what a 'hex' is and have a much better understanding of Orson Scott Card's Alvin Maker (I'm just a tiny bit embarrassed about this point - I didn't know that I didn't know, if you know what I mean...)
6. In PA, I started seeing more and more barns with green roofs, or cute little red barns...it finally dawned on me that I was seeing the transition from my part of the world to what is called 'New England'.
Wow!
More coming...:)
Monday, August 23, 2004
I love Alexei Nemov...
Really, a lot. ...
Anyway,
I started taking classes at U of L when I was a junior in high school. It was really my only choice for college, because I didn't want to leave Louisville (in the manner of all silly girls, the truth was that I didn't want to leave my boyfriend at the time!).
So I graduated from high school, went to U of L full time, had a baby in between my first and second years...I finally graduated 11 years after I had taken my first college class.
During that 11 years, I sat out a few semesters, and took every class under the sun for a few semesters. I changed my major several times before I finally picked Philosophy, because I realized I had taken more Philosophy classes than anything else and by that fifth or sixth year I really just wanted to graduate as quickly as possible.
After I graduated, I thought I would go back immediately...it actually took me three years. I finally went back last year. I had to start again with baby steps, one class only, due to time and money. I successfully finished my one class in the fall semester, and pulled myself through the spring semester. I was exhausted but very proud of myself...two classes, two A's...
Then I found out that not only does my employer actually pay for all my college classes (don't ask why I didn't know that, this is clueless Michelle we're talking about), I found out that it would also reimburse me for the two classes I took this past year. Wow!
Thoughts of endless, PAID-FOR school stretched out before me. I could picture myself going back to school forever...what a wonderful dream for wanna-be professional students like me! Last month I took a day off work specifically to go down to U of L and get all my paperwork in order... I was coming back with no limitations!
So what happened to me these past couple of weeks?
I have no idea, but I can talk about one of the balls that I dropped...I didn't register for my classes. I KNEW the time was comingup...I KNEW what I wanted...and I just didn't do it. I didn't forget. I just didn't do it.
There are many other things that I didn't do these past weeks, and many balls that I dropped and I still haven't picked up. I didn't go to appointments, I didn't schedule appointments, I didn't get my daughter's school stuff together in a timely manner, I didn't pay some bills (even though the money was there!). The list goes on and on. I only did SOME things, not ALL things. Just the bare minimum.
I'm working on it. This one in particular, even though it seems so frivolous, just makes me so upset with myself. If I'm not a student, what am I?
*******************************
In John Glenn's autobiography, he talked about some of the tests he went through when he was hoping to be an astronaut. One thing the scientists made them do was sit in a room and write down on paper 100 sentences beginning with the words, "I am...".
What would you say? I would say, "I am Michelle, I am a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a granddaughter, a niece...I am a Christian, a reader, a writer...I am a brunette, a Kentuckian...I am depressed, I am tired...I am a student...".
Take one or all away, and am I still me? Is there a heirarchy of what is me? Or are those just labels that we add on to ourselves?
I can't, and won't, wait to be comfortable again, and back to me, and have things make sense.
And I swear that I am going to try very hard not to write any more depressing journal entries!
Anyway,
I started taking classes at U of L when I was a junior in high school. It was really my only choice for college, because I didn't want to leave Louisville (in the manner of all silly girls, the truth was that I didn't want to leave my boyfriend at the time!).
So I graduated from high school, went to U of L full time, had a baby in between my first and second years...I finally graduated 11 years after I had taken my first college class.
During that 11 years, I sat out a few semesters, and took every class under the sun for a few semesters. I changed my major several times before I finally picked Philosophy, because I realized I had taken more Philosophy classes than anything else and by that fifth or sixth year I really just wanted to graduate as quickly as possible.
After I graduated, I thought I would go back immediately...it actually took me three years. I finally went back last year. I had to start again with baby steps, one class only, due to time and money. I successfully finished my one class in the fall semester, and pulled myself through the spring semester. I was exhausted but very proud of myself...two classes, two A's...
Then I found out that not only does my employer actually pay for all my college classes (don't ask why I didn't know that, this is clueless Michelle we're talking about), I found out that it would also reimburse me for the two classes I took this past year. Wow!
Thoughts of endless, PAID-FOR school stretched out before me. I could picture myself going back to school forever...what a wonderful dream for wanna-be professional students like me! Last month I took a day off work specifically to go down to U of L and get all my paperwork in order... I was coming back with no limitations!
So what happened to me these past couple of weeks?
I have no idea, but I can talk about one of the balls that I dropped...I didn't register for my classes. I KNEW the time was comingup...I KNEW what I wanted...and I just didn't do it. I didn't forget. I just didn't do it.
There are many other things that I didn't do these past weeks, and many balls that I dropped and I still haven't picked up. I didn't go to appointments, I didn't schedule appointments, I didn't get my daughter's school stuff together in a timely manner, I didn't pay some bills (even though the money was there!). The list goes on and on. I only did SOME things, not ALL things. Just the bare minimum.
I'm working on it. This one in particular, even though it seems so frivolous, just makes me so upset with myself. If I'm not a student, what am I?
*******************************
In John Glenn's autobiography, he talked about some of the tests he went through when he was hoping to be an astronaut. One thing the scientists made them do was sit in a room and write down on paper 100 sentences beginning with the words, "I am...".
What would you say? I would say, "I am Michelle, I am a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a granddaughter, a niece...I am a Christian, a reader, a writer...I am a brunette, a Kentuckian...I am depressed, I am tired...I am a student...".
Take one or all away, and am I still me? Is there a heirarchy of what is me? Or are those just labels that we add on to ourselves?
I can't, and won't, wait to be comfortable again, and back to me, and have things make sense.
And I swear that I am going to try very hard not to write any more depressing journal entries!
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