Wednesday, April 16, 2008


I don't know if I can do a good job at making these like journal entries but here goes. Today was very busy at work. It was one of those days where it seemed every student had something they wanted to talk to me about. It was hard to get a moment of peace. Experienced some small successes, a student said that they liked how I explained something and I was able to really help them with an assignment, and I was able to be tough yet kind with a kid that has been pushing buttons lately. So, a good day. I feel like our packing on Friday evening/ Saturday morning is going to be so rushed and terrible. There's so many little things. Got to leave the soap unpacked so I wash my hands in the morning. Oh, and a towel to wash those wet hands. I haven't moved for over 2 years and so I feel really rusty.

I'm getting fat. Well, it's good fat- it's baby fat but it seems to have come on all of the sudden! Next Tuesday I take some tests to find out if the baby has any illnesses. No one in our ward has had (or has had and shared the fact) a baby with any developmental disabilities or severe illnesses. I don't know how I would handle having a baby with a handicap. It would be so hard. I have never taken care of a family member with a handicap and I would love the child the same but it would be sad to know that this child would not experience everything in life that a "normal" child would. They might not be able to walk on their own, or they might not be able to express what they are thinking or feeling. Have you ever seen the movie "Awakenings"? It has Robin Williams and Robert De Niro and it is about patients who went "Stiff" and they can't talk, they just stare off into space. As Robin Williams, the doctor, begins working with one, he finds that with help, the patient spells out a poet's name on the Ouija board and that poet wrote a poem about feeling caged. It made Robin Williams' character believe that these patients still have an active mind but are unable to express how they feel. It was very sad and made me realize to be trapped in your own mind it a very terrible prison.

1 comment:

Amy said...

The beauty of blogging is the entries can be as formal or informal as you want them to be. Good luck packing! I can see how it could be stressful but am sure it will be fine. I agree it would be terrible to be trapped in your own mind. My mind is scary enough and I am able to express myself!