Greetings and salutations from the great state of Iowa.
For the most part things have been uneventful, which I'm grateful for, but at the same time I miss the ready accsess to whatever might be going on. So much for a college town.
I don't have much to update due to the lack of anything going on. But here is a quick fix for ya.
I have the worst tan lines in the world. Being out in the sun all day with sleeves down and buttoned does not do much for my usual farmer's tan.
I have settled into a routine in the Blue House where I wake up, take a walk, make a pot of instant coffee (I forgot the 10 cup pot), watch the weather report, then walk to work. Come home from work, wash up, read, watch the news, go to bed.
The farm is beautiful right now. Everything is starting to grow, and the garden is coming to life much to everyone's merriment. Potatoes and potatoes has already gotten old. Our acre of corn just got cultivated today courtesy of your's truly, and Steve. Along with the help of a stolen horse from the 1900 farm. Our potatoes are coming in, along with purple cauliflower, tomatoes, wheat, oats, and barley. We've had some trouble with the chickens much to Katie's dismay, but when there are hungry raccoons, and hawks...we can't do much to help them. Our oxen are getting used to me again and I'm going to start driving them soon according to Steve, and Tony at 1900 says that I'll start driving the horses in late June.
I'm looking forward to coming home for the wedding this weekend, but I'm very nervous as I haven't been able to practice for the last month. Mostly due to scheduling conflicts. And granted, I know the pieces, but...I want them to be perfect. Curse having a great piano teacher!
I'm going to ice my foot now as Bill the horse stepped on it today and it hurts. Lord does my foot hurt. But ice will cure anything I've learned. Or at least dull the pain so that you don't think it hurts.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
So.
I have one final left to take.
In only a few hours I will be done with my undergraduate course work.
It is, as they say, an end of an era. I have: made a few good friends, made a few horrible mistakes, had an epiphany, secured employment, received a cap and gown, and become so nervous about my last final that I don't know if the stomach is reacting to bad coffee or bad nerves.
As much as I want to be out of here, done with the school, done with the area, done with...everything. I don't want to leave.
Who am I without school?
While it should be easy enough to answer that question by the one person most qualified, I have trouble coming up with a quick accurate answer. Yes, I'm a hard worker. Yes I am a religious individual. Yes, I enjoy helping people. Yes, I like trying new things. No, I don't like meeting new people. Yes, I am a conservative.
True, that is me to the core. But...it isn't me. Throughout my entire life I have been around schools. Ma is a teacher, her friends are teachers, my friends folks were teachers, or active in the school in some way... School is what I know. And yet, I don't want to teach. I really don't. I want to coach, and I want to help people understand what they want in life. I understand that the idea of teaching, and the idea of what I want to do aren't incompatible ideas. But, kids annoy me. Maybe because I always hung out with older kids, or kids my same age, I never learned to experience the joy that most people seem to have with children. Maybe I'm just cold-hearted.
So the question remains...
Who am I without school?
I don't want to stay in school. I don't want to teach.
Yet
I don't want to leave school. I don't want to teach.
I'm just now asking this question, and assuredly I am kicking myself for waiting so long to ask it, what am I going to do with my life? And how is it right that we have to decide the answer to that question when we are at the impressionable age of 13? At 13, I wanted to teach. I wanted to be a PE teacher with all my heart. Then seven years later much as a famine struck Egypt, uncertainty struck me. Sadly, there was no Joseph who helped store up food, and my belief structure crumbled slightly. Seven years wasted. At least as far as course work was concerned.
So now I've fallen back to my second love, history. I've got a job at a museum, and the only thing standing between me, and my job is this last test.
So.
Come what may, cause no matter what, I can't change the past.
I should probably take this final.
I have one final left to take.
In only a few hours I will be done with my undergraduate course work.
It is, as they say, an end of an era. I have: made a few good friends, made a few horrible mistakes, had an epiphany, secured employment, received a cap and gown, and become so nervous about my last final that I don't know if the stomach is reacting to bad coffee or bad nerves.
As much as I want to be out of here, done with the school, done with the area, done with...everything. I don't want to leave.
Who am I without school?
While it should be easy enough to answer that question by the one person most qualified, I have trouble coming up with a quick accurate answer. Yes, I'm a hard worker. Yes I am a religious individual. Yes, I enjoy helping people. Yes, I like trying new things. No, I don't like meeting new people. Yes, I am a conservative.
True, that is me to the core. But...it isn't me. Throughout my entire life I have been around schools. Ma is a teacher, her friends are teachers, my friends folks were teachers, or active in the school in some way... School is what I know. And yet, I don't want to teach. I really don't. I want to coach, and I want to help people understand what they want in life. I understand that the idea of teaching, and the idea of what I want to do aren't incompatible ideas. But, kids annoy me. Maybe because I always hung out with older kids, or kids my same age, I never learned to experience the joy that most people seem to have with children. Maybe I'm just cold-hearted.
So the question remains...
Who am I without school?
I don't want to stay in school. I don't want to teach.
Yet
I don't want to leave school. I don't want to teach.
I'm just now asking this question, and assuredly I am kicking myself for waiting so long to ask it, what am I going to do with my life? And how is it right that we have to decide the answer to that question when we are at the impressionable age of 13? At 13, I wanted to teach. I wanted to be a PE teacher with all my heart. Then seven years later much as a famine struck Egypt, uncertainty struck me. Sadly, there was no Joseph who helped store up food, and my belief structure crumbled slightly. Seven years wasted. At least as far as course work was concerned.
So now I've fallen back to my second love, history. I've got a job at a museum, and the only thing standing between me, and my job is this last test.
So.
Come what may, cause no matter what, I can't change the past.
I should probably take this final.
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