Sunday

I'm sick. Yet another reason why teaching is not for me. Too many germs passing amongst too many kids. But there are things I want to write, so here we go.

Church

Col 2:13-14

Pastor Tim - Truth faith comes from understanding the depth of our sin and the height of God's grace and mercy.

Quality biblical instruction again. I really love that church.

Dance

Severally creepy man who is old enough to be my father who has apparently taken to me, and I'm not talking about a father/daughter relationship. I do not think any person has ever made me feel so dirty or my skin crawl as much as this person and I have only seen him twice.

John and Tim are wonderfully nice guys who helped protect me from the aforementioned creepy old man.

I would love to teach dancing. That may become one of my part time jobs when I graduate.

I miss Jai. He is definitely my favorite person to dance with and it drives me crazy that I have not danced with him in two weeks.

School

There are only one and a half weeks in which I am still responsible for the education of the students. That end will be a large relief, but I still have much to do for Purdue. I should in fact be working on that now, but I am sick and procrastinating. I work well under pressure.

Friends

I sincerely love the Liskeys. I love to be at their house. I love to be in their presence and amongst their family. It provides me with a sense of family which I have never experienced.
They bring me a certain joy and peace which I cannot seem to grasp outside of their home.

I really miss my friends from school. The strength of my faith has been majorly faltering since the beginning of student teaching. I long for the encouragement and butt-kicking from Dawn which kept me striving to grow. I miss the random antics. I do not often ride around in cars for the sake of finding something fun and random, like making animal noises at people who are walking or preventing my poor trapped roommate from going to the bathroom because I was in an odd mood that day. It seems my life has become very predictable. I miss the randomness of college life.

Mom

It is really great to share a passion of dancing with my mom. Last year, it angered me. Dancing was my thing and I felt like she stole my thunder. Now, I almost hate going dancing without her. It is fun and we have a great time causing trouble and pointing out abnormalities. We have a great deal more in common and it is wonderful talking to someone who understands what I am saying and can help to keep me sharp.