School and Me

Well it has been a long time since I have posted. Right now I'm sitting in front of a mac in the computer lab as school. Unfortunately I decided to export my imovie on the slowest computer possible (don't listen to advice from helpful old men who think you have all the time in the world)

School is such a fascinating thing. I find it hard to believe that I still love school after spending so many hours (between two schools that I'm doing practicums at 17 credits at the university and all the emails and phone calls I make with my professors) I would think that I would be sick of it. I am sick of all the busy work involved in getting everything done and turned it but I'm still energized by all that I'm learning and I'm excited to learn more every day.

Stay strong all you fellow students...finals are almost here but they shall soon be over!

4 x 4

This is a little boy that we did baby weigh for when I was in Guatemala. Every couple of weeks we went to a families house (ok house as in what we would call shack). Then we hung a scale with a sling on it to put the babies in. Mothers would come from miles around to have their babies weighed. We gave them charts that showed just how underweight their child was and weight goals for each month of the child's life up to three years old.
Before going to these events we prepared caprecia (sp?) for the mothers to mix with water to help get some calories for their babies. It was made of dried milk and sugar. We mixed pounds and pounds of the stuff and then stuck our arms in and mixed it together. Then measured it into bags to hand to the mothers.
This baby was one of the cutest and stillest that we had. His mother was very sweet and enjoyed watching us hold him and take his picture.

I tag Katie D, Katy C, Trevor, Aiden (Nicole)

Rule 1: Go to your 4th picture folderRule
2: Find the 4th picture in that folderRule
3: Blog about that pictureRule 4:
Tag 4 people to do the same

Answer = God

When I consider the frief span of my life absorbed into an eternity which comes before and after...the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there: there is no reason for me to be here rather than there, now rather than then. Who puts me here? By whose command and act were this time and place allotted to me?

-Pascal, Pensees

The answer = God

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