Monday, January 31, 2011

I didn't scar the kids!

I taught my first lesson today! And I was soooo nervous!

My voice sounded silly in my ears. I felt like I was talking way too fast (although I guess that's not uncommon for me). But I think the kids actually learned something.

We were working on the long 'a' sound. Later this week, we'll focus on the long 'e' and 'i' sounds. It sounds pretty elementary, but it might mean that a few of these kids might actually "crack the code" and be able to read and write English more fluently (my kids are all bilingual).

I think that's probably been the most exciting thing about student teaching so far--I feel like these are all kids that really need me. They need me to give them that extra push, help them break through the language barrier that keeps a lot of them from succeeding, help them know that they can do it!

They already have a great teacher, and she's worked really hard to get them to where they are now. But there's still a lot of gaps to be filled. Minds to be opened. And I kind of feel having TWO teachers will get these kids further than any of them ever imagined they could get.

Wouldn't that be so cool if my little fantasy became the reality?

Next week I'll begin teaching grammar and spelling. And later, they'll do writing workshops with me. And then there will be two weeks of "total teach," where their real teacher gets to sit back and I do all the work. I'm still nervous about teaching each lesson, but I'm excited too!

So I had planned to take pictures of my "teacher" outfits during the first week of school, but... the first week of school was only three days long, and then I actually missed the third day because of my weird bout with the flu or whatever that was.  Anyway, I guess I'll just post what I wore for my first day of teaching.

Ready for my "First Days of School."

Also, here's a peek into the classroom I'm in. The room actually just got rearranged over the weekend, but here's what it looked like when I started:

Part of the class library (mostly teacher books)

The student desks (this part looks drastically different now)

The information board

Thursday, January 27, 2011

We Must Never Forget

Today is Holocaust Remembrance Day.

In honor of the day, I decided to spend the last week reading "The Diary of a Young Girl," by Anne Frank. While a lot of kids tend to read this book in school, I never had to--although I've read lots of books that reference the book, and I obviously know the general story behind it. It's been an interesting read--she's a funny, cheeky 14/15 year old.

One of my co-workers thinks I could read a much more in-depth book about the Holocaust--one that sheds light on how things were in the concentration camps, etc. Last year I read Jane Yolen's "The Devil's Arithmetic," which is a children's book as well, but does shed some serious light on the reality of the horrors many Jews faced. Maybe one day I will read much deeper, but right now my thoughts are focused on the aftermath of it all.

There's a saying that goes something like, "Always remember" or "We must never forget." Whatever it is, the point is that by shining light on the atrocities that occurred over 60 years ago, "never again" would we as nations, or individuals, allow such a thing to happen again.  Holocaust education happens in schools world-wide for primarily one reason: to prevent further mass murders and genocides.

But since 1945, other areas of the world have suffered similar bouts of mass violence:

  • Rwanda: In 1994, at least half a million Rwanda Tutsis were killed by their fellow countrymen, the Hutu. (Good book: "Justice on the Grass" by Dina Temple-Raston.) 
  • Bosnia: Beginning in 1992, the Muslims of Bosnia-Herzegovina were targeted by the Serbs. By 1994, around a quarter of a million Bosnians had been killed. Over a period of five days in 1995, Bosnian Serbs separated Muslim families and killed over 7,000 men and boys. 
  • Cambodia: From 1975 to 1979, the Khmer Rouge government in Cambodia held a systematic campaign of murder, starvation and neglect, killing up to (and maybe more than) two million Cambodians. 
  • Nigeria: 1n 1966, political unrest led to the murder of Ibos living in the northern part of the country. Over 8,000 were killed. The subsequent Biafran War saw the death of between 600,000 and 1 million people due to the Nigerian government's policy of starving the Ibo region. (Good book to read about this: "Half of a Yellow Sun," by Chimamanda Adichie.)
  • Sudan: Currently, in Darfur, the ongoing conflict is more or less genocide. 
And these are just a few. There's Tibet, Brazil, the Democratic Republic of Congo, Argentina, Lebanon, Uganda, Ethiopia, Equatorial Guinea, Burundi, Zanzibar, Sri Lanka.... 

What happened to "Never Again"? 

"For the dead and the living, We must bear witness." -- Elie Wiesel.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Alive and Well

Whatever I had this past Thursday didn't kill me! Most of the horror passed by Friday afternoon (yes, I took a sick day), and by Sunday I felt about 90% well. Now I'm just tired...

I have like five schedules I'm trying to juggle and keep from colliding into each other and overwhelming me. There's the student teaching, there's the school itself, there's church stuff, there's tutoring, and then there's the I-just-want-to-have-fun stuff. So far, so good... but it definitely makes for some long days.

And then two opportunities to make some money were presented to me... and can I do them? Nope! (Well, definitely not one of them because of student teaching, and I could maybe do the other one... but it'd be another schedule to juggle with the rest!)

Mostly I think I'm tired and overwhelmed because I've been a bum for the last six months and I'm not used to working eight-hour days anymore. Nor have I had to wake up by 6 a.m. since like high school. Even when I worked full-time, I was rarely up before 8 a.m.! 

Hopefully I'm able to fall into a nice little rhythm soon.

Right now I have moments where I think my body is going to give out on me.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Do I get sick days?

That's probably a question I should have asked during orientation. Because if the chills, headache, fever, and aches and pain I'm experiencing are indication, I just got hit majorly with the flu.

I blame it on two things: trying to be green and walking to school two days in a row (I think I'll wait till Spring officially hits before I do that again) and the horrible parking at my apartment (which often requires I walk a block or so if I happen to make it home after 9 p.m... which is often).

When I started sneezing yesterday, I didn't attribute it to much. But then my sinuses and head started hurting, so I figured allergies (although I've NEVER had allergies, but you can develop them later in life. So I figured why not?). I took some sinus and cold stuff last night and this morning and they cleared me up briefly and then mid-day... it hit.

All the lil' 4th graders kept staring at me in pity. Because if I looked anywhere close to how I felt then it was PATHETIC! Somehow I made it to 3 p.m. I was freezing even though I'm sure the heater was on in the classroom, and my shoulders all the way to my thighs felt like I had just gone through a last-minute workout on "The Biggest Loser."

I take more sinus and cold crap and head off to work. The moment I walked into those doors I knew it was a mistake. I should have called in, curled up in bed, and just said, "I'm done!" But nope... instead I blew my nose incessantly, coughed into my sleeve, and began shivering so badly that BOTH of my students today randomly stop working, look at me, and go, "Are you okay?"

Their concern was truly heart-warming. However I did not reward them with an honest answer. Gave them that B.S. allergy line instead.

In the last hour, I thought I was going to die. I was FREEZING, my eyes were burning, and I was shaking so badly I just began to shift in my seat to pretend I was fidgeting. I kept reliving the last (and first!) time I had the flu. In the peak of a Chicago winter, in the middle of my first quarter of a rigorous grad school program. I didn't have a car and had to walk to CVS and school--misery! One of the days the teacher just finally set me home and told me not to come back. I broke my glasses from sneezing so hard on the walk home.

Thank you Stan & Ergo for this comic.
No way do I want to repeat that. And yet, looks like I just might be.

I drove home afraid I'd get into an accident because I was concentrating more on keeping my teeth clenched so I wouldn't accidentally bite myself from the non-stop clattering they were doing. The whole way I prayed, "Lord, let there be a spot in my building lot. Please." He loves me so, because there was one.

So now I'm drugged up some more, still shaking badly, and wondering why the heck am I blogging?

I have school tomorrow! I need to sleep and get better.

Unless I get sick days. Then I might just have to use one.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Cinderella and My Purpose

Today I spent the first half of the day at my school. It was a teacher work day, so none of the kids were there. But, I got a nice tour of the school, met a lot of teachers, as well as the librarian (yay!) and kind of got a feel for how things might be over the next 14 weeks. And I'm feeling excited about it all!

While my co-teacher and I were in the library, she picked up some Cinderella books. They were different versions of the classic fairytale from different cultures/countries. I'm not sure what lesson this is planned for, but I got excited about it. For one, I love fairytales. I'm not sure why, but I'm pretty obsessed. And I love reading a good variation of classics (Anyone else love "Ella Enchanted" by Gail Carson Levine? The book, not the horrid movie). Well, the library didn't have a copy of the original story by Charles Perrault, so I offered to bring in my copy.

It turns out... I don't own a copy. I'm not sure why I thought I did. Probably because I do have the version in this fairytale anthology I own. But that's not the same as a cool picture book. And if I was a kid, I'd want to hear the story from a picture book and not a fat, stuffy anthology. I mean, would you?

So, I decided to go buy one.

Good idea for the kids. Bad idea for my bank account.

I've pretty much avoided bookstores for the last six months because I have a problem. Can I just say this: Hi, I'm Bunmi and I'm a book-aholic. Generally when I got to the bookstore, I always walk out with something. And not just one something. Usually two or three. I just don't believe in buying just one book. It needs a friend otherwise it's lonely!

So I walk into Half-Price Books to buy Charles Perrault's "Cinderella," and walk out with "The Way Meat Loves Salt" (a Cinderella take from the Jewish tradition), "The Korean Cinderella," "Little Gold Star" (a Spanish American tale; which since these kids are bilingual I thought would be really cool for them), "Kongi and Potgi" (another Korean tale), "Cinder Enda" (the country/farm-girl version), "The Gospel Cinderella," and this one I just couldn't resist, "Anna Meagan" (the Aggie Cinderella Story. Gig 'em!).

These kids will definitely get their fill on the different versions of Cinderella!

After spending a significant amount at HP Books (I also bought some other stuff, haha), I headed to church for The Awakening and more talk on Life on Purpose. And something that really stood out to me was this: My purpose isn't what I do, but rather who I do it for. And who I do it for is Christ. Everything I do, I do to glorify God through Christ.

And I'd like to think that buying all those books for those kids and whatever lesson comes from it will glorify God.

Side Note: I walked to my school today! Only took me 10 minutes. And it saved gas. Yay to the new "No Impact" me

Monday, January 17, 2011

... I'm a student teacher!

Tomorrow I official start student teaching! Yay!

And can I say that this day has been a long time coming! First of all, I took all the classwork to get my alternative certification during the Spring of 2009. I also took, and passed, content exams for English Language Arts for grades 4-8 and 9-12. I considered taking the Journalism content exam too, but since each test cost $120 I kind of had to stop.

Anyway, I spent the summer of 2009 applying to both journalism and teaching jobs. Ideally I knew I'd want a journalism job (to get paid to write is always my ideal), but at the same time I had teaching English (books and writing, yay!) as my backup. I actually had two interviews for one school, but that never went anywhere. And then some weeks later, I got hired by CURE, which was even better. And I can honestly say, until things got rough for me in the last few months, it was the best first job a girl could ask for.

But now I'm back to being unemployed and I never actually got my certification. While I took the content test and am considered "highly qualified" to teach 4th-12th grade English, since I wasn't able to get hired by a school I couldn't get my probationary certification (which would turn into a standard after a year). I wasn't looking forward to filling out applications and getting passed over for someone who already has their full certification. So lucky me to learn that the program I went through now offers a "clinical teaching" program!

This basically means for the next 14 weeks I'll be student teaching (unpaid) in a 4th grade classroom, and at the end of it will have my standard certification instead of my probationary. Besides the unpaid part, I think it's a pretty good deal. And... it's not like my time is being spent in any other way, especially since the job hunt has been S-L-O-W!

A lot of my friends tell me I'd make a great teacher, and I hope they aren't lying to me! I'm nervous as all get-out. And while I still would like to write full-time one day, I think teaching is a great alternative for me. I've tutored for years (and tutor currently) and I love opening up a child's world and understanding of the world through reading and writing.

And the love kids bestow on you in return is super rewarding!

Like today... I tutored a girl yesterday and we had a good time and all. And today, she came in for another session. I wasn't scheduled to work with her, but she came running up to me and engulfed my legs (she's only 7, so she's not very tall) in her arms.

In that moment I thought one thing: I could give up my full-time writer dream for this.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

I'm not a Leo

Leo vs. Virgo
Now, I've never been one to believe in astrological signs or follow horoscopes. But occasionally I find the whole thing entertaining, and I liked identifying myself as a Virgo.

Except now, according to science (astrology is a science, right?), my sign has changed due to a shift in the sky over the millenniums. Earth is now in a different spot in relation to the sun than it was when the 12 zodiac signs were originally assigned.

So instead of a Virgo, my birth date now falls under the zodiac sign of the Leo.

I have a problem with this. It's not so much that I'm extremely attached to being a Virgo (but, in a way, that is part of the problem). But at the time I was born, had the Earth already made this shift? If not, then I am still and always be a Virgo.

This might be a confusing argument, but bear with me, and hopefully you can follow my logic.

Our signs are supposed to predict our personalities, our fortunes, dating compatibility, etc. If the Earth was in the same position it was 3,000 years ago when the signs were created, then I don't see why my sign would change. I would have been born during the Virgo sign. My personality, etc, would be set based on that. This shift cannot change that fact. Besides, to make my argument simpler, I have not changed.  And I doubt that just because the Earth has shifted now will mean my personality is going to switch from that of a Virgo to that of a Leo. Unless the "star doctors" are going to shift the descriptions/definitions of each sign as well?

It's people who are born after this shift who will now have different signs. But like I said earlier: I am, and always will be, a Virgo.

And apparently CNN agrees with me... although for different reasons.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Hump Day

Exactly six months ago, I lost my job.

And can I just say these last six months have been... trying. It really has felt like an uphill climb to nowhere. I got denied unemployment, I got a part-time job I ended up seriously disliking, I got another part-time job that I loved, but still can't really pay my own bills and therefore have to rely on familial support (which is just annoying. I mean, I'm thankful, but dude, I thought I was an adult now!).

But today, I've decided, will be my hump day. Not only is it Wednesday, but it's also exactly half a year, and I feel like the next six months are going to be an easy ride downhill. I'm at the top of the hill and I can't wait to take the wild ride down.

Leading up to today, I've been a bit grumpy. All the bitterness and anger that had been brewing in me when everything first went down seemed to re-appear out of no where. I thought I had made peace with the situation, but apparently not. It's like I was going through the seven stages of grief all over again: pain & guilt, shock & denial, anger, depression...

I had to do something about it.

So... I wrote a letter. To my old supervisor. I won't share this letter, because it's not exactly the nicest of missives. My pain and anger was poured out onto two and a half pages. It gave me a chance to really reflect and work through everything that happened. And when I was done I hit that final stage: acceptance & hope.

It also worked out nicely that today was Day 1 of my 30-day Pray on Purpose challenge. I've felt pretty purpose-less these past six months not having a real job. And spending time this morning admitting that and praying for my purpose to be revealed was kind of a nice step out of the funk that had been brewing in me.

Yay for hump days!

A Note on Prayer: Since I'm taking on praying intentionally for the next 30 days, I ask you to please join me in lifting up the Australian and Brazilian floodings, and all the people being affected by these disasters. Also pray for Haiti as its marking the one-year anniversary of the earthquake that devastated so many lives. 

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

From One Challenge to the Next

So I just finished a week of living a life of No Impact. Or at least trying to live a life of No Impact. I wasn't always very successful, but I think it was still a worthwhile week. I've walked away from it a changed person. I'm more conscious of the choices I make and how they affect the environment, and I've taken steps to change a few bad habits and swap them for more eco-friendly ones. And while I may still be more "lime" than "green," it's a start. And I think that's the more important thing.

Well... today, I received another challenge. The Awakening, a young adult group at the church I go to in Dallas, is doing a three week series on "Life on Purpose." Purpose as in "what you're supposed to do in life; your calling, etc." Although, I also took it as "on purpose" like the opposite of "on accident." Mostly because I think lately, or at least since losing my job, I've kind of been living life like that... like everything good that happens, whatever brings me joy in life, all happens by accident. I haven't been very intentional about doing things, or seeking God's plan for my life.

In some ways, that's been changing. I applied to MFA programs. I'm pursing my teaching certification. But honestly, I don't really know what my purpose is, or if I'm living life on purpose. But I want to. Oh, I want to so badly. I want to have that joy that comes from knowing you're doing exactly what it is you're supposed to do.

So the challenge given to us tonight was to spend the next 30 Days Praying on Purpose. Again, I took this as praying for what God's purpose is in my life. But also as just praying on purpose. I throw up a quick prayer when I wake up, while I'm showering, while I'm sitting in traffic... but I don't daily make sure I take time out to seriously pray. To spend some un-distracted time just talking to God. So these next 30 days, I'm praying on purpose. (The specific prayer points were: praying for God's purpose in my life, praying for God's purpose for The Awakening, and then praying for God's purpose for others [specifically picking 3 people who don't personally know God]).

 The 30 days begin tomorrow! If I can do No Impact Week, I can totally do this! :)

Monday, January 10, 2011

Why Do You Date?

So, I'm a "Bachelor" junkie.I was disgusted by the Jason-Melissa-Molly situation (You would have thought Melissa was my best friend! Although I do hope Jason and Molly true bliss), I was horrified by Jake picking Vienna and wasn't surprised at their very public break up. Ali and Roberto are cute, and I hope they are the next Trista and Ryan.  To be honest, I've been planning to quit the show for years, and there have been seasons that I've skipped out of it. But somehow I've continued to watch all seasons from Jason up to this current one with Brad.

Personally, I think "The Bachelor" is absolutely ridiculous (maybe that's why I am so addicted). While I think that you can be pretty sure about wanting to spend your life with someone after like 6 weeks, I've always found the engagement thing a bit extreme. Especially with the fact that there's 25 to 30 women (or men) clouding your judgement.

I've never understood how people can date multiple people at once. I don't knock people who do it. I just don't understand how they do it. My emotions get wrapped up into people so easily, it'd be torture to have them torn between multiple people. How do you honestly make a choice?

Even if it wasn't confusing, somehow I also just don't think that's how God intended it to be.

Now, I'll be honest. I wasn't necessarily the "good girl" when it came to dating. I had my first serious boyfriend when I was 15 (although there was this one guy when I was like 12). Totally wasn't supposed to date, but yeah... everyone else was, so why shouldn't I, right? Although, I will say that I took all my relationships very seriously (or as seriously as you can at that age). I've always seen dating relationships as having one purpose... leading to marriage. I can promise I'm not one of those psychos who expect the guy to propose after Day 1, BUT... if I can't picture a life with you, why am I dating you? But then, I totally wasn't going to get married at 16, so why was I dating?

While I've learned a lot and grown as a person because of those relationships (the good, the bad, and the very bad), I really wish I waited and figured out what I truly wanted first. And I wish I waited and focused a lot more on my relationship with God more than the relationship with the guy. Because while I may have my list of "wants," ultimately I'd rather be single than be with a guy that God hasn't ordained me to be with. You know?

I'm single now and I'm surrounded by friends who are on the verge of getting engaged, planning their weddings, or popping out a nice little brood. And while I do long for all that one day, I'm full of so much joy for them and have been able to witness God working in their lives and stuff, that I can wait. I can wait for God, in His time and if it's His will, to work all that out in my life too.

A poet friend of mine wrote something recently that really spoke to me. It's called "More Than She is Mine." To read the full thing, click on the link, but here's the first and last verse:

I want a woman that is fine
More than the physical
She seeks a love that’s divine
Her spirit is strong and
Her nature is kind
But I want a woman thats Your’s
More than she is mine
Who knows one day
My path may cross by
A woman with a heart of God
And a spirit that flies
She may notice me
And think deep inside
“I want him to be Your’s
More than he’ll be mine”

Can I get an "Amen"?

Friday, January 7, 2011

Maybe I still have a chance at being a Fashionista

But only if I win "Nina Garcia's What to Wear on Every Occasion Look Book" from Dr. Drama's blog. I'm too lazy to buy it on my own.

But it would be a good thing to have, since I'm becoming more of an adult and actually have more "occasions" to dress for and often find myself staring at my closet thinking, "I have NOTHING to wear!" Even though I have a pretty full walk-in closet.

I would encourage you to enter this giveaway, too. Except... I want to win. So back off!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

No Impact Week

So, I'm doing this No Impact Week for Yes! Magazine. And so far... so good, I think. It definitely has presented it's challenges, but at the same time I am realizing there are a lot of easy things I can do to lessen my impact on the earth.

Like yesterday was all about food, and I shopped at a Farmers Market for the first time. Some of the prices were a bit steep, but for the most part I'd say it was equal to what I'd find at Kroger's or Wal-Mart. And it's not like I have every really focused on shopping for bargains, etc. I just grab the brand I like, or just go for the one with the cheapest price sticker under it. But it's not like there's ever a real plan to save money.

Anyway, I decided to my own re-usuable bags to the store. I felt a little bit awkward about telling the cashier, "Please don't use your bags. I have my own." But her response was all cheerful and the bagger instantly took them from me and began filling them up. I only brought two, and had more groceries that both could carry, so I did have to use two paper bags (which I figured was greener than plastic), but I got a discount for bringing those two bags! A discount! If that isn't an incentive to bring your own bags when you go shopping, I don't know what it is! Also, these bags are SOOO much easier to carry than plastic bags. They need to use that as a marketing ploy, cause now I'm sold and only shopping with my re-usable bags from now on!

Using my bags for the first time

One thing I'm definitely realizing is that there's so much pressure on the individual to be green, but if corporations themselves don't make the changes does it matter? I mean, it does, but... take the farmers market. They had things in bulk for you to buy, but there were still plastic bags for you to put it all in. Wouldn't that be the same thing as just buying it pre-packaged already? Why not require people bring their own jars and canisters? Or sell jars and canisters for people to use the first time they are there?

Or how about the fact that even though things are labeled recyclable, depending on where you live they may or may not actually get recycled! That's ridiculous! So now I have to do research to see if the item I think is recyclable will just get trashed or not? Why is that burden on me? 

I think No Impact needs to be a community effort. It'd mean more. It'd make more of a change. I can do only so much as an individual. 

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

So this one time, my battery died.

I had a good friend come visit me in Chicago. I was really excited about this visit, and although this friend was renting a car for the weekend, I decided that I'd go meet this friend at the airport. But, while on the train from Evanston to O'Hare, my cell phone battery died. And I didn't have coins on me to use the pay phone. And even if I did... I just couldn't remember my friend's phone number! (I have a VERY bad memory when it comes to numbers, I can get the first six, but those last four always evade me.)

Cool part about this story is that I met Sabra, Season 3 winner of So You Think You Can Dance, and asked to use her cell phone. She said no. But her friend let me use his to check my voice mail (where I was positive my friend had left a message where I could glean the appropriate phone number from). While it was cool and all, it was also a total bust. Because 1) I was too embarrassed to ask for a photograph, even though I had my camera with me (and it's batteries were not dead!) and 2) Sabra's friend's phone had horrible service and I couldn't make out anything in my voice mail besides every other word/number.

Here is the moment where I think having an iGo charger would have saved my life (or at least saved me and my friend from spending two hours in O'Hare airport wasting precious bonding time). Which is why I'm trying to win one through my friend's "What I Wish I Got" Giveaway on her blog. If you're anything like me, you should probably try entering to win, too. Or at least read her blog, cause she's funny and has a cute kid.

Here's Sabra doing one of my all-time favorite dances from SYTYCD

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

This Year, I Will...

So, while playing around online, I ran into this New Year's Resolution Generator. As I mentioned earlier, I don't actually make resolutions, but I thought it'd be fun anyway.

The resolutions generated for me included:

  • Learn to cope. (This one I'll take; there's a lot in my life I need to cope with. Better start learning how to.)
  • Eat a whole tomato like an apple. (No way. I hate tomatoes. I pick them out of sandwiches and salads, etc. No way will I force myself to eat one.)
  • Laugh a lot. (I can do that!)
  • Whistle. (Hmmm... can I just sing? That's already on my things to do more of this year.)
  • Realize none of us are strangers. (Not even sure how this one actual makes sense. Sorry. I have a lot of "friends," but ultimately most of them are strangers to who I truly am. But I guess there is that whole thing about the universality of humanity.)
  • Skip. (This I already do. Often. Hehe.)
  • Reuse. (Working on this... through the Yes! No Impact Week.)
  • Bake cookies from scratch. (This could be fun!) 
  • Solve the Rubik's Cube. (I'd have to go buy one...)
  • Travel. (This I would love. Now if someone can provide the income for me to do this.)
  • Go cloud watching [and find an animal or two]. (That sounds so relaxing.)
  • Reduce (similar to Reuse, yeah?) 
  • Create! Create! Create! (This I will plan to do with complete abandon.)
I could go on and on and on. It's actually kind of fun to play with. What resolutions did the site generate for you?

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Happy New Year!


Today is 1.1.11!

It reminds me that I should take things one second, one minute, one day at a time and not worry about what will happen tomorrow, or a month from now, or 11 months from now. All I need to worry about is today.

Although... I am looking forward to 11.11.11. At either 11:11 a.m. or 11:11 p.m. I will be making one heck of a wish :)

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