Update.

So, last night I found out that the angry man that I talked to yesterday is completely insane and rude to everyone. So now I do not feel bad one bit. Not even a little. He definitely deserved the attitude I laid down on him. Ha! I feel great!

I broke.

So much for being nice. I thought i was doing just great. but then i lost control. well, not completely, but i was no longer nice. i got a phone call from a very rude parent today. at first i was nice, but he was already to the point where when you are so frustrated you just repeat yourself and don't listen to what people have to say. i tried to answer his questions as politely as i could, at first, but that didn't last. it's hard not to stoop to the level of an angry parent when he won't even take the time to listen. it was so bad, i had to call him by the name "SIR"...that rarely happens. you know someone is frustrated when the names "sir" or "maam" are spoken. when i hung up the phone, i had failed to get the students name, or his for that matter, and luckily he didn't ask for mine. i feel bad for my reactions, and i should, but he made me feel useless and dumb. the more i write, the more i realize that everyone should just be nice to each other. i think a lot of problems would be fixed if everyone just shook it off a little and relaxed, myself included. i am getting less shakey by the minute, so i should be recovered by tomorrow. oh, the perks of working for orientation.

AMEN.

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Be NICE

Today, I made a goal to be nice. Many of you may not think I have a problem with this, or maybe you do, but I really can be just plain mean. And most of the time I don't mean to be mean, I just am. I think it's because I like to follow the rules. So if anyone is doing something to jeopardize that, I can be rude. I decided to be nice because of my job. I work with people every day. And everyday people seem to try and get around following the guidelines we have set out for them. (Just in case you aren't familiar with my job, I deal with freshmen and their parents on a daily basis, trying to get them ready for their first semester in college.) Anyway, I put my goal into action today to see if it would make a difference in my day. Low and behold, I think it really did. I still met a lot of really annoying people trying to get out of a lot of things, which made me mad inside...but I didn't let my rudeness take over. I was actually nice to these somewhat incompetent people. (sorry, that wasn't very nice). I think I will try and do this more often, break the rules a little. And be nice...

"if we had the chance to figure it all out. life's purpose and the purpose of life. i think i would rather not try and figure it all out, i think id rather just live it. how can we learn anything if we are constantly trying to figure out what's in store?" -TP

Little me

yesterday, i was given a picture that was taken 4 years ago (approximately). i was standing in a big classroom, all by myself, with a piece of paper bearing my name on it, held close to my chest. it was covering the new t-shirt i was proudly wearing. black with white lettering which read Lake Powell (this shirt, now faded, finds its home stuffed somewhere in a drawer with other untouched work-out clothes). my soccer shorts showed off my tan and muscular legs, which I had willingly made the effort to keep that way throughout high school. my hair, shoulder length, was brightly shining with its last touch of california's summer sun. The smile on my face was not overly excited, nor awkward. I had been waiting for college life for the last few years, yet I found myself somewhat apprehensive. The only person I knew was my roommate and we were very different and rarely were together. It was something I hadn't done since I was a little girl. how i learned to cope then did not seem to help me at this time. or maybe it did. as i look at that girl in the picture, many memories flood through my mind. i am a very different person from that little me. i'm sure anyone could look at a picture taken of them 4 years ago and say that same thing. and yet i still feel like a little me. this august i will be at the same place this girl was: starting over in a new place, scared, excited, and lonely. i will feel the same apprehension i did such a short time ago. making new friends, getting comfortable with my surroundings, staying positive, not becoming a hermit. the list goes on.

It's funny how life repeats itself. well, it isn't always obvious. there are always new situations and things to deal with. but they are pretty much all the same. the same feelings come around and you learn to deal with them once again. maybe talking about it will get me through it. maybe because i have been in this situation before, it will be easier. maybe it won't. i guess i will have to wait and see. i will find some incredibly depressing, yet moving, song that will get me through. and in four more years i will look back at an old picture and memories will fill my mind and cause me to reflect. maybe then i won't feel so little. maybe then i will have a better head on my shoulders. maybe then i will be comfortable in my surroundings. and then i will be ready to another big change. i just read somewhere that we should live for change. will i ever be comfortable with that concept? will anyone ever be comfortable with that concept? maybe if we keep telling each other that change is good, this will be easy to do. i guess we won't know until it is all over. but why wait that long. for now i will just take it one step at a time. enjoy my last summer in logan. take advantage of everything that comes my way. i think that is how i will approach this new movement in my life. i will approach it when it gets here. i will think "this life is a beautiful one" and i will smile, because i always do. i need more moments like that, when i'm by myself and think "yes it is. my life is beautiful" and i will never forget it. life is beautiful, take advantage...

CA love

there is nothing like the smell of the ocean breeze and the feeling of sand on your bare feet. i know that is very cliche, but it really is the truth. here, your thoughts come alive and nothing else matters but you. it's always great to have that time with yourself. it is something i don't get much of. someday i will find the time to listen to me. i will take a breather soon enough. until that day...

Virgin blogger

this is the first out of many blogs for me. we will have a wonderful time together. enjoy.