tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70683412012-02-08T13:18:05.414-05:00Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.comBlogger7531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-14068703756083189862012-02-05T17:39:00.003-05:002012-02-05T18:04:43.026-05:00

-my BishopGo to the White House website here to sign a petition demanding this mandate be rescinded.

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Does that make me a bad person, according to you? My life is tough. I love yogurt. And that means I often have to camp out in the dairy section, sorting through Yoplait and Dannon, searching for a cup without a pink lid. Because, well before the most recent fracas, I knew that Komen for the Cure funded Planned Parenthood. And we all know that money is fungible. And we all know (or should know)

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I find myself spending a lot of time these days, just sitting in my car in the Walmart parking lot, thinking thoughts. Remember those old Oncor frozen dinner ads? The ones featuring "Al" and a variety of people who could not possibly finish the 6 yummy servings of juicy Salisbury steak? I was just a kid when these commercials were playing. Whenever they got to the part where the wrestler, or

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created by a Teach for America 2nd year:

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This week we had our first few days back at school - which means my co-workers are rather cranky. My apartment has no heat, the tub is plugged and the washing machine is broken. But ...But I was on a buzz for most of this week, on account of my discovering something marvelous: Every last Sunday of the month, the Bishop leads a public celebration of solemn Vespers! Of course, in December the last

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I am not a huge fan of Christmas - or rather all the baggage. I prefer the 4th of July. No one has much expectation for the 4th of July - aside from the hotdogs, I guess. (There was that one epic summer I baked on the Capitol steps with my long-suffering amiga - you know she did that without complaining once about my piss-poor planning!)My favorite moments this Christmas came when we were all

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-80344831223032896902011-12-19T22:32:00.002-05:002011-12-19T22:56:01.861-05:00

The teacher with the classroom next to mine died yesterday. In her sleep. She was 28 ... maybe 29.I was the last person to see her at school Friday night. She came to talk to me about this week - compare our plans. She was going to show a movie today - offered to let me borrow it. My last words to her were "drive safe." I wish I'd thought to thank her for all the support she's given me this

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Last week was Grinch Day in the first grade. I think I am going to read Dr. Seuss exclusively for the rest of the year - they were mesmerized by the story.Miss is something of a grinch. My classroom doesn't have any Christmas decorations. I was a bit worried about the public school implications. What if one of the littles is a Jehovah's Witness? But I have decided to let go some. Many of my

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-75905887153261829772011-12-12T22:43:00.002-05:002011-12-12T22:50:30.375-05:00

I used to run hot. I hated overheating more than anything else. But they must have done something to me in that operating room, because now I run cold. I teach wearing my coat. I have a space heater under my desk. For fun I google things I can use to convey heat: battery operated socks, electric blankets, fleece tights. I love being warm. Oh toastiness! In other news: I am seeing my therapist.

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Tonight I am alone in my house, eagerly anticipating tomorrow and my Denny's Thanksgiving. Mmm Grand Slam served with a side of pathetic! Naw. Recently I had the pleasure of meeting a survivor of the Depression - "I'm glad there's not a bit of self-pity in you, a mighty fine thing." EEEk, I thought, if only this person knew what me and you blog readers know ... but I agree it's a mighty fine

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.... I have a therapist now. She is a Christian therapist, and I already feeling uneasy about having revealed my Nun-derful past to her. It doesn't do much good to tell someone your problems and have them respond with something canned about trusting the Holy Spirit. While all of it is true, that's not the kind of advice I'm forking over the moolah for at the moment.Work seems less hectic. I have

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My most beloved one and only, my own dear heart twin sister got married yesterday! She was totally beautiful. Her husband is a really wonderful guy and she has married into a great family.My sister and I have this funny relationship, we are like two sides of the same coin. When one of us is down, the other one swings up, and vice-versa. Who knows why. I've thought about it maybe being a twin

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so, I keep locking my keys in the car. And dropping things. And tripping over my own feet. I realized my face muscles were spazzing the other day. Yes. I am tired and stressed. I go to school in the dark and leave in the dark and I miss the sunshine.Between the daily sob-fests and migraine headaches, I contemplate my reality. I am truly, for financial reasons, trapped like a rat. Even if I could

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Planet earth is full of people with nothing but their treasure in heaven. But I am blessed, even in this life.The job thing is almost unbearable. I work 14 hours a day and blow chunks at it. The time passing only brings into ever sharper focus the size and scope of my incompetence. With each passing day I can feel the water rising, brimming up, ready to dunk me down and drown me out at last. Pure

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-10807798902394884762011-08-26T23:43:00.002-05:002011-08-26T23:52:56.347-05:00

Well, we lived. Me and the 21 six year olds. We lived. I'm not a very good teacher yet, but my management is okay. I am mean and strict, and I make at least one child cry every day -- but they say they love me, I'm beautiful and the best teacher ever etc. I love them but THEY make me cry. Or almost. I almost cried during read-aloud today, but I managed to play it off as me making a "text-to-self

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First day tomorrow friends. Please pray for me. I'm so terrified of these 6 year-olds, it's not even funny. My lead teacher told me just to get ready what I need for the 1st day. And so, at least by midnight, I'll be ready for the 1st day. (Kind of?) But what about the 2nd? And the 3rd? I just keep telling myself that no one is going to die. Which is contrary to what TFA messaged us over

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Yesterday was mini-doom day. The school building is locked up over the weekend, so my last chance to get it ready for the first day was this day. I knew with everything I had to do I would never have enough time. A couple weeks ago, I met a lovely young family here in Tulsa. The wife and mom was a 5 year-veteran of the 1st grade -- but a stay at home mom since the birth of her son. She offered

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1. The people are church-going. The neighborhood gas station lists the prices for unleaded and diesel ... and below that the admonition: "WORSHIP GOD" 2. The driving stinks. Don't listen to the people who say "oh it's so easy, it's a grid." No. More like: "merge or die, merge or die!!!" Also the roads are rapidly decomposing. Which brings me to the next thing I know .. 3. Construction is the

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1. Wake up at 6, no matter what. Even if I've been up until 2, my body won't let me sleep in. It's weird - this would be bad, but I don't feel tired for some reason. 2. Eat breakfast. Drive to school. Almost die 3-5 times on highway 3. Hot glue a hot-mess of a bulletin board together. 4. Drip sweat. Smell gross. Hustle to hang crap up before the building closes. 5. Cry. 6. Eat a Braum's ice

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Well friends. I guess it's good that I'm a perpetual beginner, because it looks like I'm going to be teaching the beginners. Since I last spoke with you, I found out I've been assigned to the 1st grade. I had a chance to see my classroom, #58. It's a big empty thing ... but shiny and new. I took the reading curriculum home with me, but math is still a mystery. And science? Oh, whiz. My only

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I'm not good at change. And I hate "new." I'd almost always rather have the old, familiar thing: people, clothes, houses. Knowing this about myself, it makes me wonder: what kind of weird, self-flagellating joke have I been playing all this time?This is my last day in Ohio. I'm not a big fan of life here, but it's a well-worn and familiar life, so I dread leaving it. Again.Yesterday, I all of a

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I've been assigned either the 1st or 2nd grade for the Fall. Which is good news, because I've been practicing on 2nd graders all Summer. One of them is a very talkative little boy; he always has his hand raised, wanting to tell me a story. Sometimes he doesn't raise his hand, and that means CONSEQUENCES. Today I brought him back from lunch early, so that he could write an apology letter to the

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This is my favorite holiday. Well "secular" holiday. You know what I mean.I am deeply jealous of my associates and acquaintances in Washington, D.C. Ahhh fond memories of baking for hours on the steps of the US Capitol, listening to slow jazz while awaiting the fireworks on the Mall.None of that fun for me this year. Oh well. Eat a hot dog for me.My favorite song for this is "America the

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-34829637890357751602011-07-03T00:12:00.000-05:002011-07-04T00:47:16.792-05:00

I am reliving college glory days at Arizona State. This University has won a series of prizes for innovation in "green" things. The parking garages have solar panels. The trash cans are labeled "waste landfill" in order to remind people where their garbage really gets thrown "away" to. Unfortunately the green thing also means dryers that don't dry all the way and dorm rooms made from materials

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-76310758875979416572011-06-24T23:05:00.001-05:002011-06-24T23:07:14.390-05:00

I'm in Phoenix at Teach for America's notoriously gut-ravaging Summer Institute. It reminds me a little of the novitiate, in that every moment of the day is scheduled, and every day is mostly a blind stepping out: Someone else makes the to-do list. We are not really consulted as to why or what is next.It is unlike the novitiate in that there is very little time for being quiet; very little time

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So I dreamt that the airline lost my bag. Instead, they let it fall off the baggage cart and proceeded to drag it across the tarmac. So now I have a brand new bag, bigger, red-er, designer. Then I dreamt there was cheesecake at our Welcome Dinner. And there was.I hate when "all my dreams come true" because it makes me nervous falling asleep.Today we built a tower out of office furniture (really)

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-69449042953127544872011-05-31T20:54:00.007-05:002011-05-31T21:03:33.977-05:00

Yesterday was the un-official start of summer.I love Summer. I love:ThunderstormsAll the fresh, cheap fruit and vegetables at the grocery storeFireflies Girls wearing dressesBlockbuster moviesOrdinary TimeSunshine until 8Independence DayI hate Summer. I hate:SweatBugsBeesMosquitoesSunburnSunscreenTV Reruns"Summer" (i.e., limited) confession scheduleI wonder what summer in Phoenix will be like?

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During those two years I was in the convent in Alabama, I met many people with rather strong feelings about the Civil War. And as a Yankee, totally uninitiated in Lost Cause theology, I could not help accidentally provoking those people. Once, I wondered aloud what would possess a person to repeatedly re-enact a losing battle. Another time, I noted that a passing car was speeding by "faster than

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A couple weeks ago, I drove out to DC for graduation. It was somewhat melodramatic, because like I've said before, DC is my favorite place in the world and I'm sad to say goodbye for any length of time. But I did get to hang out with a bunch of wonderful people - highlight of which was two friends of mine buying me dinner at a French restaurant. I got to practice saying "Monsieur." (I am not

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-68539835883594183882011-05-13T20:40:00.005-05:002011-05-13T21:45:51.207-05:00

I like Other People's children ... but, sometimes ... I don't terribly fancy Other People. I'm moving to Phoenix for student teaching pretty soon. The prospect fills me with utter dread. I should be excited, right? Am I doing the wrong thing? The truth is, I have some reservations about my management skills. I think I'll be able to handle the children of my future classroom alright. But what

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-36585239681891602472011-04-23T21:37:00.002-05:002011-04-23T22:32:02.167-05:00

Happy Easter, everyone!The great thing about being sick at Easter time is that feeling crummy is mixed with incredible joy and gratitude for the privilege of simply being alive. That is the reason for the season: Jesus has risen, now we can live forever.Thanks be to God.p.s. for those wondering, I did accept the position with TFA

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So everything went well and I'm now bagless! Yay! Its easier to get around this time. Fewer tubes and things. Although I really want to throw up. Smiling real wide suppresses the gag reflex, so I've been grinning like an idiot all morning and collecting some strange looks. But I've also made some people smile back, so that makes the humiliation worth it, right? Turns out I still have a fast to

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I have surgery this morning.Its a lot less intense than the other ones. In and out in an hour or so ...but the prep is the same. Nothing to eat or drink after midnight. And so I, perpetual water guzzler and ice chewer, am dry as a desert.The good news is: I'm getting rid of the bag.Pray for me!

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So, I got a job offer from Teach for America. Teaching Elementary School in ... Oklahoma. Yup. Oklahoma. Like the musical.All day long, I prayed for the admission decision to come, so I could get over what I knew would be inevitable rejection. Once the Email of Doom came, and I opened it, my first reaction was blurry vision and the shakes. I could feel everything within me actually vibrating with

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Today, in the midst of closet-cleaning, I discovered a sealed envelope. It was addressed to me in my own handwriting. It turned out to be a letter from old-me to future-me, one I wrote for a class in high-school. I'd forgotten all about it. So I opened it and enjoyed a trip back to the 90s. (I wish I could go back to the 80s. Coolest decade ever.)Having read old-me's letter, I have to admit, she

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-17291464632823045502011-03-09T16:08:00.004-05:002011-03-09T17:06:14.609-05:00

Ash Wednesday is here again. I gave up chewing ice for Lent, but promptly caught myself doing it this morning. Oh well, back on the horse. This is the time of year I get nostalgic. It was 3 Ash Wednesdays ago that I left the convent.I find myself taking an inventory of what has happened since then, both good and bad.I graduated school, good. I had various parts amputated, bad. My personality has

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-55880844009305299022011-02-22T18:34:00.005-05:002011-02-22T18:36:58.901-05:00

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So, the sun has in fact shined on Cleveland. In fact it is doing it right now. In my face!!! But really in your face, SAD!!!I have also acquired the manual dexterity to use my prosthetic properly. So no more toddler-style accidents requiring the use of plastic pants.During my moping, woe is me phase, I mused over people who seem to fall bottom-backwards into money, health, security, and happiness

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-25288398474791315022011-01-29T16:50:00.006-05:002011-01-29T17:23:32.071-05:00

... when the nightmare is ooohhh-ver. That's a song I heard somewhere, I'm pretty sure.It has been 1 month exactly since surgery. As long as I have been a patient, I have still not learned to be patient. Things seem to go wrong ... My heartbeat is off ... I'm struggling with my new plumbing and the prosthetic I have to use. I also met some expectant parents who are planning to name their special

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-25336126072706194802011-01-13T12:35:00.004-05:002011-01-13T13:04:47.428-05:00

I remember reading an autobiography about John Adams. His eldest daughter, Nabby, died of breast cancer at the age of 48. She came home to her parent's house to die ... and it was her father, the former president, who nursed her in her final days, seeing to all the physical care a dying person needs. Meanwhile, her mother, Abigail Adams, was so distraught and terrified she was unable to even go

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I stayed a little long in the hospital because I got a weird heart beat. But they discharged me yesterday, so I am home now. Two surgeries down, one to go.Two things I have noticed: 1. I am more tired/ more hurty than last time 2. I have become a "low talker." Or something. Because when I speak, people either ignore me or say "what?"I have been studying a little for the GRE. Mostly I am going to

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-81709100868865515282010-12-26T23:08:00.002-05:002010-12-26T23:20:26.293-05:00

So, I am still waiting for that magic "you are a college grad" transformation. Maybe it will happen next time someone asks.I went to Midnight Mass - and they sang my favorite, O Holy NightI have to get up early tomorrow to go to the hospital. Hopefully they will cut me up on schedule and get me home on time - perhaps even for New Year's Eve?I am a little nervous. I'm not afraid of the actual

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One down, two to go. I am stuffing my head with the different military command structures. SouthCOM, CYBERCOM, CENTCOM ... etc., and which generals are in charge of what.And after all that what then ... graduation. I am really sad to say goodbye to the University, and especially DC. I really hope I can come back, maybe with a j.o.b? Following the Spaghetti Method, I am applying to multiple

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-50501920547063880442010-12-05T00:51:00.004-05:002010-12-05T01:23:30.997-05:00

My dreams have this awful way of coming true. I'm not talking about the happy wishes I have for myself and others (although plenty of good things have happened in my life, for which I am grateful.) I mean my nightmares. They come true.For example: I dreamt I was going to leave the convent two weeks before it happened. My superior and others told me it was "just a dream" and I dismissed it as such

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-48388470568096225282010-11-22T07:26:00.003-05:002010-11-22T07:37:56.039-05:00

Late last night, I returned from a quick weekend visit with the Sisters of Christian Charity. This time, I took my camera. Behold, pictures of their Motherhouse, with sweeping green grounds and green trees. All of it contained in a New Jersey area code. As a native jersey girl (only the strong survive) I remember having the distinct impression that the motto I saw plastered on license plates

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-86457389357336058502010-11-16T23:24:00.005-05:002010-11-16T23:45:57.099-05:00

Advent is in 2 weeks.What?!?That, I think, is sort of shocking. Time keeps going faster and faster. I think: How can we ever give God His due when there's just not enough time? And then I imagine God rubbing His Divine chin, musing, "Ah yes, that is the problem with non-infinite beings."I am graduating on December 22nd. I am sad to see GW go. I have been scheduled for another operation on

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-48403949508509156422010-11-09T23:42:00.005-05:002010-11-10T00:24:10.575-05:00

Somehow my professors have all gotten around to saying that I am "beautiful." Not pretty, or cute. "Beautiful." These comments have not been made in a creepy, I'm-glad-I-left-the-door-open sort of way. The tone was wistful, nostaligic, even a little sad.I have no explanation for them all repeating each other. Perhaps God wanted to remind me I am beautiful, and He thought it would be convincing if

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-77762343664523487082010-11-01T12:05:00.002-05:002010-11-01T12:17:58.808-05:00

Today is my future feast day. I'm not planning to be canonized, but I am planning on making it to Heaven ... so this is my day. I got to spend last night with the Little Sisters of the Poor and meet their 5 new postulants. We all went to the Dominican House of Studies for the Vigil of All Saints. Dominicans are liturgical geniuses, so this was a Big Deal. Besides the beautiful chant, it was neato

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-12438118292894720692010-10-25T08:17:00.002-05:002010-10-25T08:27:34.865-05:00

Sorry, little blog. Mid-terms cometh and you suffer my neglect.I am taking a little break, though, to tell you about all my troubles stuffing Islamic terms in Arabic and Israeli terms in Hebrew into my poor noggin. It hurts to grow brains. But after it's over I'm sure I will be tons smarter.As I type this I am looking at my window plant. I bought it from the grocery store; it was marked "foliage"

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I have a mid-term tomorrow. The humanity! It's a Security course, which means there are lots of ROTC folks in the room. How can I beat these people? I have to memorize a long list of weapons programs; meanwhile they are shooting off the weapons in said programs after class. Somehow I think information sticks better when you use it to blow something up. Anyway. At the moment I am staring at a list

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Two wonderful things happened today.#1 - I found out that Elise, whom I mentioned in a previous post, is going to get to join the Little Sisters of the Poor in a couple weeks! Yay! It is amazing. They raised $75,000 in like 2 months. Thank you to my readers who prayed and contributed. God has a way of getting what He wants. The key is - and St. Jeanne Jugan knew this - if you keep nothing for

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I need to buy a swimming pool. In-ground, above-ground, it doesn't matter. I need to pour all my crisp, green money somewhere so I can swim in it.Here's what happened: I had to go to a job interview, and missed a class. I emailed the roster, offering to trade my reading notes for the class notes for that day.Boom. 15 emails. People asking if they can buy my reading notes from me. The capitalist

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Sometimes, I am tempted. I am tempted to wish I'd never tripped, stumbled, fallen tush-backwards into this religion business. Because, I think, it has ruined me in many ways. It has stretched the God-shaped hole in me to an unmanageable size.I was sitting on the bus the other day, listening to a bunch of freshman girls chatter excitedly with each other. I have known these girls forever; they went

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-50834926352177079402010-09-19T21:15:00.005-05:002010-09-19T21:27:03.295-05:00

I bumped into a fellow weirdo on the bus this evening. There are many bus-riding weirdos, but very few who are weird in my particular way.My dorm is a little ways away from the University's main campus, so I have to take a shuttle most days to catch the subway or go to class.Tonight, I was on my way home from a chocolate-cake-involved Italian restaurant escapade. And who should sit next to me but

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So, one of the perks of living in on-campus housing is access to a plethora of DC cable channels. Including my new favorite, "The Pentagon Channel." This morning I watched "Freestyle Iraq," Featuring your host, Desert Diva. She and a bunch of fatigue-clad Army enlistees take us on various adventures ... including "G.I.Q with the Smadge" - a Jaywalking style quiz game, in which soliders are asked

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Can you believe it? Remember how sunny it was? I still think of it on perfectly clear days ...We used to live across the river. There was a little ridge in the town you could stand on and look at the New York City skyline. My sister and I each had a tower. Mine was the North Tower, because it had an antenna, and was therefore the taller twin, like me.Before you click on that video: it's news and

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Today I started my (hopefully) last semester at the University. This session I have:1. International Security Politics2. Israeli Foreign Policy3. Islamic Theology4. Introduction to English Literature with My Favorite Professor (He has an English accent)So far I've only had class #1, taught by a funny Egyptian guy. He is old enough to remember the peace treaty with Israel ... pretty neat.

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... is Japanese for hello. And is also the name of the place where my parents live. And where I am visiting this week, before school starts up again.Ohio has more overcast days than Seattle. But people tend to be super-friendly in spite of that. Today, the family cars were all out. And so I had to walk to Mass. Just a few miles, a good stretch of the legs. I was flabbergasted at the number of

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What I dread is Never. I wish life were an Everlasting Orange, and I could squeeze every last drop of eternal juiciness from it. I want to see every country, eat every kind of food, read every book, hear every kind of music, see every movie, meet every kind of person. I would like to be a virgin martyr and a mother of 12.The problem is, of course, that time grows short. The night is far spent.

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Regular readers of my blog will know, I volunteer with the Little Sisters of the Poor at their home in Washington, D.C. It really is a piece of heaven on earth there. The Sisters give the elderly poor a real home, a real family.My service there has been guided by the volunteer coordinator, Elise Maloney. This young lady is smart, pretty, capable, and has just been accepted to enter the convent

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These are my feelings exactly, as told in one of my ultimate-favorite childhood sob stories, The Velveteen Rabbit:The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces [...]"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day,

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-40783536813738683192010-07-30T16:38:00.005-05:002010-07-30T16:54:35.154-05:00

The Sisters of Christian Charity are having their annual profession/investure ceremony the weekend of August 15th. (Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception; you've gotta love it.)Devotion to the Eucharist is the "distinctive mark" of their congregation, and their foundress, Blessed Pauline, wanted them to cultivate "a characteristic spirit of youthful joyousness."These are photos from last year ..

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I have some New Age sorts in my acquaintance. Recently, one of them admitted to me that she did not favor true religion on account of its many rules.Well, I suppose that is typical, in a way. Rules sometimes seem like they're begging to be broken. I think that apple tree in the garden of Eden looked a lot tastier to Eve immediately after God informed her it was off limits. On the other hand,

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Five more weeks until I get to go back to school! On one level I'm pleased to be a moldy-oldy 25 year old undergrad. I've had enough life experience that I can appreciate the privilege of being able to go to school. Which reminds me of this English professor who would tell us: "go home, brew some tea, sit down with the Literature and rejoice that this is your work!"This weekend I:1. Saw the

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I have wanted to go to the beach for years now. Basically, the day after I left the convent, I was asking if someone would take me to the beach. (This was in the middle of a blizzardy Ohio winter.)Last Sunday I finally got to go. It wasn't the ocean, but the Chesapeake Bay is close enough. I wore my full-coverage Muslim type swimsuit. I was interested to see: 1. How it would perform in water and

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It is not good for us to be alone. We are made for other people.The question is, which people, and in what ways ...In the spirit of "being open," or whatever, I have decided to give dating a go. I find everything about it irritating. Families are lovely, aren't they? But when I picture myself in one, I am severely annoyed. Mothers are morally obligated to prefer, choose, support etc. their

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And that's just what they do. For 2-3 hours a day. The cause of this is not a lack of public transportation, but plain old cheapness on my part. Every time I skip the bus I save $1.50. So every day I save $3. Every week I save $18. Every month I save $72. And that's an orchestra seat at the Kennedy Center. And who needs the gym? Not me! I walk from Virginia into DC into Maryland. I had no idea

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-18018405043701027652010-06-19T07:58:00.006-05:002010-06-19T08:16:23.550-05:00

As most of you probably know, I have a hole in my guts attached to a poo bag. Lately, it has been farting.It's always awkward when that happens. Whomever I'm with at the time averts their eyes and tries to launch onto a new subject of conversation. But I just know, on the inside, they're thinking: "Dang. I wish my tummy could do that."Maybe I should carry around a copy of the "Sneetches," so

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-22909195888750922342010-06-14T14:48:00.000-05:002010-06-14T14:48:00.677-05:00

Last month, the Pope visited Portugal. Portugal, of course, is famous for the 1917 Fatima episode, which featured the three shepherd children and the Miracle of the Sun.I am very very skeptical of Marian apparitions. I think they are mostly products of psychological experience. The Secret of Fatima, however, always stops me short. From WWII to the "night illumined by an unknown light" ( can you

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-44510350106904917632010-06-13T11:29:00.002-05:002010-06-13T11:40:51.646-05:00

Well, the Week of Ambivalence is over.I had a great time being a bridesmaid. Although I was mostly useless to the poor bride, and felt rather fat in my bridesmaid dress, I think it is probably impossible to uncomfortable when a dear friend of yours is so mind-blowingly happy. Plus, I got to hang with bride's younger brother and sister, two of the Coolest People In the World.I got into DC this

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... that I could pray, and do good works, and all of that religious stuff ... without it all leading me down the prim rose path, where in I want-want-want-want-want to be a Sister. It's frustrating to me. Because I feel peaceful and happy when I am spiritually "well." If only all that wellness didn't inevitably stir up the want-want-want business. Surely it's possible to be married and serve the

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1. I got my much-hankered after 4.0. I still have to do some calculations, but I think I'm on track to graduate summa cum laude. The cause is not yet lost!2. I got a job offer to be a nanny out in DC. A one year old boy. Full time, $15 an hour. Not bad. But it is slightly terrifying, since the Dad will be working from home, and that is usually Super Awkward for a whole bunch of reasons.3. I am

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-36706075546282246762010-05-10T11:28:00.002-05:002010-05-10T11:40:44.723-05:00

Finals are finished. They went okay, I think. I got an A in Economics, which is what I was really worried about.Summer is coming, and things are still up in the air. I have a lot of stuff "in the works" but nothing has come to fruition yet. Life is like a box of chocolates I suppose.One thing I have discovered: I hate it when people blame God. I asked someone for a favor recently, and the reply

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... has arrived.According to Heath Wendell of the Slow Dough Bread Co.:"[...] pretzels date to the early seventh century in either what is now southern France or northern Italy, the handiwork of a young monk getting ready for Lent [...] Christians of the day prayed with their arms folded across their chests, each hand on the opposite shoulder [...] It occurred to him that he could twist the

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So...Posting will be light.I stumbled upon the Parish Visitors of Mary Immaculate recently.They are sort of street missionaries in a way, going door to door in imitation of the Good Shepherd to look after straying Catholics. They're on the smaller side ... about 50 professed Sisters, I remember reading. They're based out of New York, and they have missions in Nigeria and the Philippines. A really

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-88549828485783003942010-04-20T13:40:00.002-05:002010-04-20T13:41:47.753-05:00

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So, I didn't get that job ... you know, the Interview of Doom? Bummer. On the other hand, I'm kind of pleased with myself. Because when they didn't call after two weeks, I started calling them. Every two days. Basically, I made the lady tell me no. I Annoyed, Annoyed, Annoyed, until she broke down. Which, I'm told, is one of those essential job search skills. Before I was always too proud. I

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-53046330382165684882010-04-11T19:02:00.003-05:002010-04-11T19:10:13.195-05:00

TOURIST HORDES INVADE DC!!!!(that was a headline recently on one of the the DC "rags" i.e., newspapers-other-than-the-Washington-Post)On one hand, I like tourists. Because they always seem so bewildered, and are usually so grateful for someone to smile at them and give them directions. It's like I get to be a corporal work of mercy machine just by walking to work.On the other hand, I am not a big

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It's like God has a giant hair blow-dryer and is using it on DC.The low setting, Lord, use the low setting!

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St. Stephen's does everything very hard-core. Last week they had a Palm Sunday procession, complete with trumpets, trombones and tubas, wrapping around Foggy Bottom. It was really neat to see this totally POD representation of Catholicism go parading around the neighborhood of the World Bank, K Street, Pennsylvania Avenue, etc.Easter Mass today was lovely, too. There are four or five priests in

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So, I got my housing assignment.Pelham Hall. Which has 4 singles and a shared bathroom/living area/and a small kitchen (I think. I have to check that last one.)I think I am okay with that. It's on the Mt. Vernon Campus of the University, which is a 15 minute trip from the main campus and has more of a traditional college feel, which could be a nice change of pace. It's a lot cheaper than what I

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Did you wear green today? I did, so as not to get pinched. I was back at the Kennedy Center today (yup.) They have these free performances every evening; tonight it was Batt Burns from County Kerry. And his wife, Maura, from County Cork. He does traditional Irish storytelling. She plays traditional Irish music. (He kind of looks like a leprechaun, don't he?)It was great. Lot's of good Irish jokes

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I just got out of a concert at the Kennedy Center. Verdi's Requiem, performed by the National Symphony complete with big bombastic drums. (Big bombastic choir pictured right.)You've heard Verdi's Requiem before, even if you didn't realize it at the time. The Dies Irae is famous. You can hear it in lots of commercials and movie trailers.I had nosebleed seats. But I got dressed up in my bright pink

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Lucky for me. It took forever and a day, but I made it to my interview on time.I love boarding schools. There is something so wonderful, something so "Dead Poet's Societyish" about them. It's a boy's boarding school, run by the Jesuits. I was jazzed to be surrounded by so many little kids in coats and ties. (Well, they're in high school, so they only seemed little.) I made them nervous walking

Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10987763145776684752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068341.post-68400504858759003342010-03-01T17:54:00.002-05:002010-03-01T17:58:03.673-05:00

I bought a brown suit. Actually, the tag says the color is "chocolate." I tried on everything in the store and this was the only one that was snug and loose in the right places.I have to make five copies of my resume and bring an extra pair of pantyhose.And I have to take the train out to Bethesda.It's a summer job at this prep school; they have a bunch of kids come from Kuwait and China and

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Ignatian spirituality teaches people to examine themselves. Select a virtue or vice, focus on achieving it or getting rid of it, and after you do, move on to the next one.It has serious systematic appeal; I also like crossing things off lists.My brief exposure to St. Ignatius, coupled with a lot of exposure to "The Bounce Back Book" (lots of new-agey goop, but helpful "secular" bits too) got me

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... of schedule gluttony.I have a full course load. And a job. And an internship.I think I've gone and overdone it.Midterms are coming ... oy vey ....

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I am not a fan of Lent. I really am not. I'm sort of ashamed that I can't say I at least appreciate the "spiritual journey," or whatever. But alas, no. This may be because it requires a more thorough-going examination of conscience, which always makes me squirm. And I have this not-entirely irrational fear that Big Bad Stuff is going to happen now. The past three years, the Big Bad stuff went

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Monday is "Housing Selection Day."The blood-thirstiness of Housing Selection Day is exceeded only by that of Course Registration Day.We are supposed to be comforted by the fact that Housing Selection numbers are drawn by lottery. Yes, lottery. Remember that weird short story, "The Lottery," where the lottery turned out to be just a small-town ritualized stoning?I have some confidence this year,

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Now that Snowmaggedon 2010 is over, the dig out has begun. I had class for the first time this week. I also got to work, which was nice. Except that everything is gross and melty.They don't know what to do with all the snow, so they brought in big dump trucks to cart it away. DC sort of had that "NYC feel" this afternoon, with pedestrians smashing into each other.Now that business is wrapping up,

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Wow. After sitting on hold with Papa John's for 90 minutes (yes, an hour and a half) I was getting somewhat annoyed at the weather.But this morning it is beautiful! The sun is shining! Diamonds everywhere!I've seen five guys walking around with actual top hats on. And the girl next to me is clicking away on a manual type writer. Maybe I've entered a time/space warp and this is really 19th

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In my last post, I asked whether it was a good idea for a Christian, as a Christian, to support a political strategy. I, as a citizen, might march against Roe v Wade because it authorized a violation of guaranteed Constitutional rights. I, as a humanist, might march against Roe v Wade because it legalizes a violation of natural law. Or because I don't think the state has the authority to

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Behold, the best shot I got at last month's March for Life. I have lived in this city for several years, but that was my first time out. I have conflicted feelings. Is it a good idea for a Christian, qua Christian, to support a political position as the Christian solution? I am inclined to say no. On the other hand it is a Christian duty to resist evil ... it's a delicate balance. I've continued

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Ah, February: Cold. Dark. But short!After this comes March. Contained in March is ... Spring!!!My walk to work takes about an hour. DC does not know how to handle snow and ice, so for the fast few days I've been skating down sidewalks.My path takes me by the White House. It looks pretty in the snow. But there is always this guy standing out there, banging on a drum, chanting about how we should

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I have a cough that won't go away. Seriously. It's been hanging around since before Thanksgiving. I just started the first of my senior semesters. So I've been thinking about what is to become of me after graduation next January.As far as the vocation thing goes, well. I'm not going to bank on any earth shattering epiphanies where that's concerned. Because these things have to develop at their

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