Jejune Adventures
Sunday, September 18, 2016
Who's gonna drive you home tonight
Thursday, April 7, 2016
Caught in a landslide
Lately, my roommate and I have been thinking about how to save the world.
Actually, we just want to help the refugees. But alas, here we are at college, and, let's face it, there aren't too many refugees running around campus. I haven't seen a single one! There are no camps, no apartments full of foreigners like I saw in Europe. We still want to help, even though we are poor college students stuck in the United States.
So we began to research. And research some more. Even during class (oops, did I just post that for the world to see?). And what have we found?
Nothing.
You either have to be there or have money to donate.
When we found out that the German ambassador was coming to our campus this week to give a little speech, we jumped on the opportunity. Germany has taken on over a million refugees in the past year, so we hoped the Honorable Peter Wittig could help us in our quest. When I got to ask him a question- you know this must be of great importance to me if I got up the nerve to talk to someone about it- this is what he said:
"There really isn't much you can do from over here. Mostly you can just be friends with refugees when you find one and help them integrate into American society so they don't make mini Syrian communities, which would isolate them."
K thanks for not really helping...
His wife was a little more helpful. She said that a lot of people offer language tutoring online to help with integration. Both my roommate and I are bilingual, so we thought this would be a great way to help from over here. Turns out, not so many people do that, especially as volunteers.
I cannot even put into words how frustrated we were about how little people, especially Americans, are doing about this crisis.
I had an idea yesterday while I was reading the Good Word. I am at a university where many people are bilingual. And if they aren't bilingual, they at least speak English, which is much more widespread among Europeans than Arabic. So why don't we set up a website where people can volunteer to help refugees learn whatever language they need via Skype? Once it's set up, we could get in contact with the refugees through city governments and schools. It's not a huge time or monetary commitment, but yet we can make a difference, even from the other side of the world. We can use our skills to bless all of God's children and make this difficult transition a tiny bit easier.
Who's with me?
PS. Here's the gem that started it all:
https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2016/04/refuge-from-the-storm?lang=eng
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Nothing's gonna stop us now
I entered the England Missionary Training Centre. It was a bit different than I expected, but then again, I didn't really know what to expect. I think the main thing that I learned in those short twelve days was that I had no idea what I was doing. That if any words came out of my mouth, they wouldn't be from me- not because I didn't know the doctrines that I would now be sharing with all sorts of people, but because I simply could not do it by myself. It was time to grow up and learn how to trust in God and that he would give me the words to say if I would just give Him the opportunity. In all reality, I didn't fully learn this lesson until much later. I'm still working on that, even though I am no longer a missionary with a tag. I've never been much of a talker, so it was really hard for me to be in a situation where I had to be ready to talk at all times. It was a struggle my whole mission!
I think I need to go back to England someday.
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
It's been such a long time
A year and a half as a full-time missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
That sounds weird auf Englisch.
I've been back from my mission in southern Germany and Austria for a week or so now.
I won't try to summarize my whole mission in one post. As missionaries, we kind of joked that a mission is like a whole life squished into 18 months (or two years for the guys). The first area in which you serve is where you were "born," when you train other missionaries, they are your "children," and you "die" in your last area. As you go through your service, you experience such highs and lows as you've never seen before, and they are somehow compacted. All the rules of time are broken, or so it seems. You get to know so many wonderful people and forge friendships that will last through eternity.
I can't believe it's over. It seems like it was just last month that I was packing my suitcase to go on this grand adventure, but irgendwie also a lifetime has come and gone.
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
It was the hardest thing I've ever done. Harder than leaving home for the first time for college, harder than moving to Germany to live with people I didn't know. But it was also the most beautiful, most rewarding thing I've ever done.
In the words of singer/songwriter Brendan James:
"Memories as sweet as these, you cannot take them, they belong to me"
I'll post more in the near future. Relive my life and share my few stories.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Now I say goodbye to you
Am I nervous? No.
Stressed is much more accurate.
It doesn't help that much of today was spent buying last minute items. I realized it's kinda chilly over in England right now, so I had to get some tights. And then, when I went to put some things in my backpack for the flight, I discovered there was mold on it. Thank you, humidity, for killing my backpack. We've been through a lot together. I got it in tenth grade, and it's hauled not only high school binders and college textbooks, but it's helped me across the continent and the Atlantic several times.
Did you know it's really hard to find a decent backpack this time of year? I don't even want to talk about the several stores we had to go to in order to find one.
Guys, I have so much to do. I should not even be blogging. But somehow venting is calming me down. Yes, it is 2:00 AM. But it kinda just hit me how much I have to do TOMORROW.
At least my suitcase is packed.
I had planned to do much more last week, but then a man at church gave me a job for the week helping him organize and clean his home office/man cave.
Where did this month go? I had so many good intentions...
And my Darth Vader flash drive is still MIA. As are some other things. Bad things happen when I thoroughly clean my room.
I better get back to important things. Maybe even sleep. Hopefully some family member of mine will keep this blog up for me while I'm gone. Well, since missionaries are gradually gaining permission to blog and use Facebook, mission by mission, I might be on here sooner than later. Whatever. Until we meet again!
P.S. Here's the song for the title:
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Nothing is real
Not only did I go jogging, but my dad came with me. Both of us hate running with a fiery burning passion. We decided, though, last week that we should jog every other day. He's diabetic and so he should exercise, and I just want to lose weight. Like every other girl ever.
You may be thinking that this isn't so strange, BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE!
As we were getting ready to go, Kelsey, my littlest sister, asks if she can come along. I'm still in shock. She's in sixth grade and has to run a half a mile in PE almost every day. Every day she comes home all gross and sweaty and we ask her if she had to run. And every day she wrinkles up her nose and says yes. And now she wants to go running with us every night. I'm supremely weirded out. I tried to get her to run with me earlier this summer, since I knew she'd be in PE, but she backed out on me. Pansy.
I may be the world's worst at jogging, but I try. And now somehow this idea has caught a hold of the two other people in my family least likely to run. We're all horridly out of shape. Not fat, just not, well, trim. Just imagine the three of us stumbling down the road, gasping for air as if we had just been saved from drowning. If I had been a spectator, I would have just smiled at the pathetic effort.
Today, Kelsey and I were cleaning out the cabinet under the sink in our bathroom. You wouldn't believe the stuff we found down there... I digress. Anyways. She started asking me if we could go running. My mind is blown.
We'll see how long this trend lasts. I'll only be around for another 16 days, after all...
I also think it's ironic that earlier this summer, my headphones were broken and so jogging was even less fun. That was when I asked my sister to go jogging with me. Now that the headphones been replaced (thank goodness for warranties), I have jogging buddies.
That's life for ya.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
It's all I can do to keep waiting for you
Mondays or Tuesdays I take my dad to work so I can use his truck to buy groceries for the week.
I make dinner for the family several times a week, depending on mom's school schedule.
I help my sister with her math homework.
Once I even swept the garage.
I feel like I'm in Freaky Friday or something. I've turned into a stay-at-home mom without having kids.
I still wonder what stay-at-home moms do all day. I've wondered for years... Let's not get off on that tangent.
When the sister missionaries need me, I go out with them. I've gone finding/tracting, helped with lessons... I even went to a baptism last week. Maybe I'll blog about that later.
I try to prepare for my mission. I'm supposed to read the lessons in the Preach My Gospel missionary manual. It's slow work though, because once you read a section, there are a billion Bible and Book of Mormon verses to read, sometimes even whole chapters. I'm almost done with the first lesson.
I tried to do some genealogy. Those ancestors are trying very hard to stay in their hiding places deep within old record books.
My mom had me borrow dad's truck one day and go job hunting. That was pretty fruitless and frustrating. I almost had an interview at Kroger last week. It was a group interview, and as I was introducing myself to everybody, I mentioned that I would be serving a mission soon. The hiring guy then asked how soon and how long etc. and then said I should just leave. There would be no point in hiring me because by the time they trained me, I'd be gone. I'm just wondering how much training it takes to put groceries in a bag.
Too bad there's nothing more interesting to say. 22 days! AGAIN.