Job hunting in Provo seems to be pretty hopeless right now. You'd think after 2 weeks that I would have come up with something, anything... but so far no luck. And you know its bad when you even start slightly considering such places as McDonalds... though I don't think I've quite reached that point yet, the thought has crossed my mind. The most annoying part is that I applied to be an EFY counselor for the summer but they still haven't figured everything out yet and the interview was at the beginning of February... Hence the current search for another job. If anyone has any ideas, let me know!
On a more positive note, I got to see my family this last weekend! Most memorable quote for the weekend was "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY ROOM!?!?! YOU SHOCKED MY FISH TO DEATH!" In context... My 15 year old brother Austin hadn't cleaned his room which is where my roommate Porsche and I were supposed to be sleeping... so we did it for him. When he got back from his trip and finally made it down to his room, that was the first phrase out of his mouth. It was great! oh, and the fish... when we got there, there were 3 fish in the tank, 1 of which was dead. By the time he got home, they were all dead. hazards of a small fish bowl and cheep Walmart fish. I'm not sure why, but for some reason whenever I go home, I get roped into cleaning some project/room in our house. My youngest brother Braydon already informed me that next time I go home I'm supposed to do his room... AGAIN. Hahaha, you'd think they would keep it clean... guess that's how it works with teenage boys!
So I'm starting a new term today. I'm pretty excited for it, should be pretty laid back and fun, especially since my earliest class is at 10 but that's only on Thursday and I don't have class on Friday! Yay for fun 3 day weekends every week! Party time!
Today's Penny for thought...
Thankful: conscious of benefit received(dictionary definition). Gratitude seems to have been the theme for the last week or so in my life so I decided to look it up and that's what I found. I say thank you for a lot of stuff, but am I really paying attention to what I'm saying thank you for? I wonder how the world would be different if we were all more conscious of the things people did for us. And I don't just mean saying thank you, but truly recognizing the efforts others put into our lives and making it a point to show them and not just tell them that you appreciate it. I think there would be a greater effort to reach out to others if we all knew that it would be appreciated... Just a thought...
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
The start of a new tradition...
I never thought that I would actually consider starting a blog. I never really saw the point since I keep a journal anyway and have all kinds of pictures on my computer. However, for some reason as we were driving down the winding, bumpy roads of the hills of Costa Rica, something in me snapped and I realized how much I really wanted to share some of my thoughts with the world, or at least those few people who will read this.
I've never been a very good writer (or at least I never thought that I was) but I don't feel like I need to be in this case. I don't know if anyone will ever read this, nor do I really care. I guess I just wanted to have some place where I could feel a little more vocal about some of the thoughts that I have had.
I have always considered myself to be a very lucky person. I've never had to think much about food or anything like that, not even as a college student. But somehow, being here in a country where even such things as finding a place to stay for the night can be difficult, has made me think more about it. If you had asked me a two days ago if I felt safe where I live, I would have said yeah for the most part. But now I would say most definitely. That's not to say that i would ever go walking down a dark street alone for ANY reason, but just in general.
Why the change? It comes from seeing places like this...
When we first drove by I wondered if this little shack still had people living in it, then I saw the clothes and a little boy come out of the shack.
I don't know if you have ever been to a place where you drive down the road and literally every building you pass has a fence around it and/or bars on the windows, but its a little unnerving to know that such a thing is necessary.
As we were driving around with my uncle last night he made a statement that I will probably never forget. "This neighborhood is safe, there are security guards everywhere." Security guards? At what point did that become necessary to classify something as safe?
I've noticed that there are two kinds of people here. As my dad said "those who have, and those who have not." Those who have, have big tall walls topped with barbed wire around their rather large houses. Those who have not live in little shacks like the one above built out of the scrap metal they find.
I'm not sure what made me so anxious about all this today, I guess just seeing it all again and coming to grips with how real it all actually is. There isn't much I can do about it, but it does give me a greater appreciation for things that I have in my life and the wonderful people that I am surrounded by each and every day. My hope is that someday I can do something to make a difference, especially for the children that are living in such places, and that maybe we can all have a greater appreciation for what we do "have" rather than complain about the things that we "have not".
I've never been a very good writer (or at least I never thought that I was) but I don't feel like I need to be in this case. I don't know if anyone will ever read this, nor do I really care. I guess I just wanted to have some place where I could feel a little more vocal about some of the thoughts that I have had.
I have always considered myself to be a very lucky person. I've never had to think much about food or anything like that, not even as a college student. But somehow, being here in a country where even such things as finding a place to stay for the night can be difficult, has made me think more about it. If you had asked me a two days ago if I felt safe where I live, I would have said yeah for the most part. But now I would say most definitely. That's not to say that i would ever go walking down a dark street alone for ANY reason, but just in general.
Why the change? It comes from seeing places like this...
When we first drove by I wondered if this little shack still had people living in it, then I saw the clothes and a little boy come out of the shack.I don't know if you have ever been to a place where you drive down the road and literally every building you pass has a fence around it and/or bars on the windows, but its a little unnerving to know that such a thing is necessary.
As we were driving around with my uncle last night he made a statement that I will probably never forget. "This neighborhood is safe, there are security guards everywhere." Security guards? At what point did that become necessary to classify something as safe?
I've noticed that there are two kinds of people here. As my dad said "those who have, and those who have not." Those who have, have big tall walls topped with barbed wire around their rather large houses. Those who have not live in little shacks like the one above built out of the scrap metal they find.
I'm not sure what made me so anxious about all this today, I guess just seeing it all again and coming to grips with how real it all actually is. There isn't much I can do about it, but it does give me a greater appreciation for things that I have in my life and the wonderful people that I am surrounded by each and every day. My hope is that someday I can do something to make a difference, especially for the children that are living in such places, and that maybe we can all have a greater appreciation for what we do "have" rather than complain about the things that we "have not".
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