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So...quick update.
A number of students from Lindon tested to their next rank today, including three of my students. Everybody passed, even though I did make them fix the suggestions on their papers before I gave them their belts. Brian and Gill did very well, which was a releif, because they only put forth good effort sometimes. I never doubt their ability of their skill, which is why I reccomended them, but they often don't try very hard. Hailey, on the other hand, I didn't worry about one bit. Her technique isn't perfect, for lack of power and deep stances, but she ALWAYS tries. She shows up for class every time and she's always excited to learn. Now if only her parents would feed her.
Aside from those three, I reccomended Rylee, who was probably best qualified for the promotion, but he wasn't able to make it for some reason. I'm going to ask Mrs. West if I can test him privately, because he deserves to be at the head of the class.
From the Adults class, Ryan tested. For some reason, her mother and Mrs. West have been cracking down on her rather harshly, whereas I think she's doing great, one of the best in the class, actually. The vests tested, which is good. Sydney pretested, but she's not even close yet. I need to work with her on her short-spears, and she needs to learn the names of her forms, and get more comfortable with them. It's too bad I'm not going to be able to stay for the Saturday class, not that I'd get a chance to work with the redbelts anyway.
So I filmed the AF game. It was an entertaining...well...not an entertaining game, exactly. The first and fourth quarters were fun to watch, but by the end of the third I was about ready to cry...not for the reason you think, but that's beside the point. By all rights, I think we should have one, or at least done A LOT better than we did. Our offense had it together probably as well or better than theirs, if for no other reason, because we can run more than one play. AF had zero passing game, but that was okay, because they could pull off that same damn run every time, up until the fourth quarter when our defense finnally got it together. I will concede that AF earned every touchdown they got in that quarter, but our defense handed them the rest of the game on a silver platter. That one running back is good...but not seven TD's in one game-good. That, and it's time for us to get a new kicker...and start Skatty. Stewart needs to play second string....or golf.
Even I've got the sense to get rid of the ball on time. Not that trying to pick up a few in a last desperate attempt is a bad idea; usually it's prefered, but not past a certain point of indecision. Christian sees that point a little too often.
AF's marching band kicks ass.
No, really. Better than BYU. It's friggin super bowl.
And their cheerleaders are hot.
Homecoming prep is going well. Things are coming together, and all things considdered, I'm getting off easy in the wallet. It's still a lot of money, but it's reasonable. I'm getting off easier than I did with prom anyway, but back then I could afford it.
The only thing that has yet to be determined still is how we're going to manage lunch if the wheather is too cold or nasty. I'm past the point of apprehension of not having anything planned, but I still don't know how this is going to come across. Jessica is really the only person I'm worried about impressing, and somehow I'm not too nurvous about that, but we'll see. It doesn't help that I don't know her incredibly well. But hey, we did this same activity for her seventh birthday, so at least I've got that on my side. I worry a little about Kim, but she's so happy-go-lucky anyway, I'm sure things will work out there too. Besides that, I don't answer to Kim, and much less do I answer to the other two. I'm not the female expert, but I think the measure of the success of a group date doesn't reflect on the dynamics of the group so much as it does the individual male escort.
And even if I'm wrong about any of that, it will come across as Taylor's fault -_-'
Now, if only they would pick some place ON THIS SIDE OF THE LAKE to host homecoming >_>
I had a contacts appointment today.
So guess what I go and do? I knock myself in the eye with my glasses on whilst I'm rushing to get ready.
Brilliant timing! Thus I had to cancel the appointment and change it for 9am on Monday morning. Because you can't get fitted for contacts when your eye is red and watery. Talk about an embarrasing phone call. At least the guy had the decency not to laugh when I called up to cancel.
Yes, I'm getting contacts. Hard ones, so it'll take a while for me to get used to them. So when I start ti-chi (one of these days...) I won't be at a disadvantage in sparring where you can't wear glasses. :)
LIBRARY
Ohhhhhhh and the job I've been waiting for at one of the public libraries has been advertised! Yay.
It's a Community Outreach Library Officer. Which is perfectly aligned with what I've been doing lately. It's pretty much to do with the multicultural side of the library, and 'reaching out to the community' which is pretty much what we've been discussing in our Small Groups (kinda like Life Group that Jestar as well as Whitechapel talk about).
The job criteria likes languages so my Spanish and Spanish Ambassador work will go down well. I might ask my tutor for a written note that I participated in the Spanish Ambassador program. They also like it if you can design brochures and pamphlets, which is cool, 'cause I can do that pretty well.
I'd like to learn Japanese and Chinese one of these days, but I've heard they're so, so difficult... I might plan to go to those countries to learn it overseas once I've finished my degree. I've heard it's better to learn the languagein the country you're in.
I'm also interested in Gaelic, but that's more for my novel than the actual speaking of it.
So I might have to defer Uni for 6 months, but I can handle that if I get offered a 37.5 hour Library Officer job that is very hard to get.
Wish me luck :) I'm working on selection criteria over the weekend so that I can apply on Monday or Tuesday morning.
Hasta luego!
Better than what I was going to say.
On a happier note, yesterday Cheryl lent me the key to the martial arts studio. Today I opened at 4:00 and took out some of my valentine's day frustration on the bags. Unfortunately I couldn't fully unload because Kyle's genius mother dropped him off an hour earlier than she should have, thinking it was Monday, so I spent the whole time I would have spent booting bag trying to explain to the kid why Football is so much better than Golf. He doesn't get it, but he will! He will.
I still have the key. The Calendar says that there's no class on Friday, but since I've got the key, Mrs. West asked me if I could show up and teach the kids class. As Cheryl moves away from teaching more and more (which she's as excited about as I am, or more), that class is becoming more and more of my class. I try to be the same mean old cuss that Mrs. West was to us when we were kids, but it's all in vain. I can't seem to hide from those kids the fact that I'm soft-hearted, caring, and fun. After class Sydney's kid sister of seven or eight years (who has the biggest crush on me, it's so cute) comes up and attacks me, and the rest of them follow suit.
"What is this?! I'm supposed to be the mean teacher!"
"NO WAY!" Says Haleigh. "You're the FUN teacher!"
I tried to be mean and demand respect; It turns out I'm only capable of being strict and commanding respect, which seems more effective anyway. And more fun for that matter! Those kids are gaining more than an instructor, they're gaining a friend. My instructors of yesteryear are all friends now, of course, but that was a relationship that never happened when I was young. Only through persistance, dedication, and strong work-ethic did I earn the status in which I am now held. That is honorable, but cold and corperate. I have a great love for Mrs. West, but I can't teach like her, even though I try.
It's also put her in a better position. Now I'm the one saying "no treats today," and she's the good guy and comes in and spoils them. Consequently, when she does finish up the boreing desk work and join us in class, the students are much more likely to listen to her critisism than we were. She was always like that to us. I guess I have, in some small way, put her, too, in a position to command - rather than demand - respect.
As far as my personal progression towards second dan is concerned, well, I'm not paying for instruction, so I'm not stressing it too much. Whenever I can help going to Provo on Thursdays (and Tuesdays, if I don't have mutual), I go and the Master will have me learn something or another. I know they feel bad down there when they have to ask me to help out. And why not, I'm not traveling four miles to teach, I do that at my studio. I don't make a big deal out of it, but I am there to learn, the few times that I'm able to make it at all.
I won't make it tomorrow. I'm sluffing school to drive up to Willard for Grandma Tucker's funeral. MAN I'm going to miss her! I loved her so much! It's funny how she was still the matriarch of our family right up until the very end. She'll always be Grandma to me. It's not so sad when somebody passes on whose time it was to go; I don't feel a tremendous, wrenching, life-shattering heartache. But I can't help being just a little bit sad that she's not going to be around anymore. This will certainly be a celebration of her life, and a full life it was.
Dad wants to use the funeral as an outbox to pass out invites to my court of honor, which is going to be held on the third, the day before my birthday. I thought that was just a little bit disrespectful to Grandma, but I suppose in Utah you can get away with that. Besides, the only things that Grandma would have been prouder of me for would have been a mission, marriage, and a great-great grandchild. I certainly do want my family there with me. Members of my immediate and even some extended family helped me directly to earn this a great deal. There is no doubt that it was my persistance and dedication that earned the award, sure, but even those qualities are given me by the members of my family that I've known, loved, and associated with my whole life. So, in essence, I'm being rewarded for the products of their efforts.
Because, as Master West is fond of saying, "You are the sum of all the people you meet in life. You never know the effect a friendship will have on you, or the effect that you can have on others."
Math homework again. I'm SOOOOOO behind. And I couldn't finish it tonight, so I'm going to wake up early tomorrow and see what I can't get done. But that probably means I ought to hit the sac pretty soon here, or else five am is going to be...well there's no nice word for it, hell.
My frustration with my grades and the beaurocracy of anal highschool is not reaching critical mass, but it is reaching REALLY-beginning-to-piss-me-off stage. I'm looking forward to the end of this year. A lot.
I got to talk with Hannah today. Yay for me. That always makes me feel better.
Well, if it's not a major flip-around, I don't know what is. I've been talking to this girl on-line, (I think she got my MSN from Alex of Wyoming (she IS dating him)), and last night the conversation was so far outside of g-rated I'm ashamed of it. But tonight, I turned it around with an apology and an explaination behind my feelings of guilt, which led into a discussion about Temple Marriage, and then she asked the magic question, "How do you know that it's true?"
They may make a missionary out of me yet.
I ran the NFL national fitness test. It kicked my butt. I actually threw up when I was finished. And yes, it was blood. Gross eh? The test goes that you run the length of the basketball court on the buzzer, and then the buzzer sounds again and you go back. It slowly picks up pace so that by lap thirty I'm barely making it across the court in time. If you don't get over the line a second time by the time the buzzer sounds, you're out. I made it to like thirty-one or so before I couldn't make it across in time. I'm so frustrated because my muscles could take me so much farther and so much faster, but my lungs and especially my heart are just so weak. I think my heart may have actually cracked a rib.
Then we undressed and watched Hoosiers. None of us could hear Gene Hackman because we were all coughing so bad. Between the inverted air and the death-running, we were all toast.
I suppose I'm a little bit frustrated with my inadequacies. I should have, could have, and would have stayed in longer if my heart and lungs were just a little stronger.
But if I keep working the way I have been every weekday besides Tuesday (gotta do the mutual thing), that should be taken care of. The martial arts are kind of a good vent for my emotion, because (as I just typed to Hannah) physical pain is an immaculate releif for emotional pain. But unlike those poor souls that have no vent and turn to the knife, I have a healthy outlet that will slowly bring me towards an improved state of physical fitness, which has never been my forte.
I'm beginning the process of disecting my emotional turmoil into something logical and easy to understand. So I suppose I ought to be nice to that guy, he's smart and all, and he very obviously knows what he's talking about. Besides that, a professional willing to work on a private level for so little cost is a great honor that I ought to respect, even if I don't enjoy it.
But back to my issues, I'm beginning to understand the process of what exactly it is that triggers my depression. It's of course, a feeling of lonelyness or reclusiveness that invokes it, or familiar sights and sounds that I associat with memories or emotional memories that I associate with loneliness, abandonment, detatchment, or severence. This, as he told me, may be why anything involving associations with that girl (which ought to be happy feelings) invoke painful, painful, horrible horrible torterous emotion. That is, she moved, we detatched, my confidante has, through no fault of her own, left me to my own devices. Subconsciously, this invokes abandonment and detatchment. Similarly, I see her rooting for the opponent team, that is another subconscious association with abandonment. This is a logical breakdown of triggers I thought to be so irational. A yearbook, a sports team, a large, painted mural, trivial things, stupid things, things that shouldn't bother me as much as they do.
And good heavens, mother of all hells, all-consuming flame of ever-present doom and whatever other curses are appropriate at this point, THEY DO BOTHER ME! A HELL OF A LOT TOO! More than anything else has bothered me before. I've seen horrible things in my life. I've seen children and babies thrown from a car, dead and bleeding on the freeway. I've seen a reinactment of my savior and brother being nailed to a wooden beam and hoisted onto the hillside, broken and humiliated. I've seen disgusting, low-life young men visciously beat beautiful, innocent young women. I've seen close friends and family drive blades into their wrists, I've seen it all. And I'm sensitive, these things bother me a lot. And I cannot downplay how much they do. It's good, it means I am not yet past feeling; it means there is still hope for my soul.
And yet, even after all of that, the things that got to me more than anything, that really tore me apart inside beyond what I thought I was capable of experiencing, were those triggers, those stupid things that have to do with Hannah all the time.
Do you see now, Hannah, even though you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, even though nobody can do the same good for my soul as you can, even though you're the best friend that I could ever hope for, that I refuse to drive near your home anymore, why I turn off the radio the instant a song mentions that word, the reason that I can't hardly talk about your school, old or new, without spitting, screaming, and throwing a fit of irrational rage? Besides that, you don't need a friend unstalbe like me. You're too good for that. You've got a good thing going for you up there. Don't let me be a part of that, depression and distruction only follow in my wake.
See now? This is what happens when I take that man's crummy advice. I felt fine before I started writing. Fag!
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