20 is ever so young

Birthday wish list:

Camera

Jewelry Box

Coffee table book

Goodies from Benefit

One can dream when one is turning such a perfect age :)

Mood :: "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Bono

Litany

You are the bread and the knife,

The crystal goblet and the wine.

-Jacques Crickillon

Honeymoon syndrome

My good friend and fellow nursing student April was married over the weekend in a beautiful church ceremony. She was absolutely the loveliest bride. Her fiance was my David's best friend all through school. David was one of the groomsmen and I did April's hair and makeup. Pew, what a stressful day...I became reserved and anxious until after the ceremony, mostly do to self-imposed perfectionism, and when that was completed I felt a wash of relief. The reception was a wonderful. And it all worked out nicely. And I was left feeling flatlined. (-_-) I don't want a wedding!

Hey, all the married folks could explain their experience with this...I've been fascinated by honeymoon syndrome since the end of my finals. This semester I experienced a great deal of stress and finals were miserable. I couldn't eat and barely slept from thinking about the exams each day. Then, the second whole day after they were completed I woke up feeling hollow, lost, and w e i r d. I pushed through the morning, but felt only like sitting and staring! Sitting and crying! Sitting and yelling! What is this??? Mom explained the phenomenom, and I immediately called a married friend to confirm the diagnosis. 

"You know what I'm talking about???" 

"Yep," she said. 

"And you experienced this???" 

"Yep. Including disorientation and stomach pain." 

"...........Oh geez I'm not having a wedding."

Quieter, less-stressful note! What I've discovered about blogs is how unique the threaded theme is in each one. Throughout each post the author is spinning out his spirit in a weekly, biweekly, or monthly record. When you look at the collection of posts over a period of time such as a year, you can visualize the thoughts processes and beliefs that grow into a pattern. 

This discovery encourages me to become more aware of my own thought processes - that, and because God is challenging me to examine them. Understanding the scripture to "keep each thought captive" is hard.  I've heard many people, Christian and non, say you cannot control thoughts, they just happen. I want to challenge that. I feel that we don't see ourselves as the master of our own minds because we don't try practice controlling them. Or even observing them. Does each person know their own logic patterns? Do you think of the same subjects every day? Do you think in a predictable manner? Are the processes mostly optimistic/pessimistic/melancholic?

Let's find out...

Returning to me

I purchased two new piano books today, Clementi's Sonatinas Opus 36 and Debussy's Children's Corner. I am thrilled to focus on piano again, and these collections came with CDs that can help me self-teach. I need to regain my old skill and continue improving!

In the past three weeks, the breathing period between spring and summer semesters, I've had a glorious time of returning to what I love! Practicing the piano (almost) regularly, beginning and completing sewing projects, reading two entire books, babysitting, and voice recording. Theatre is still missing in my life, and I haven't had inspiration for writing recently, but these things come and go.

My brother Dane asked me to accompany him once again at his violin recital, and I feel so privileged! Dane is a wonderful instrumentalist, and we have much fun performing together.

Saturday is a friend's wedding, and tomorrow is a party at another friend's lakehouse! *woot* What an awesome week...

PS My black acid-trip-bunny shirt is missing!!!!! I vaguely remember loaning it out. If you were the loanie, please return ASAP because I really miss it. Thanks.

To prevent explosion

When the allergies severely attack

I have to take off all my clothes and lie face down on my bed

Squint my eyes

And push through the convulsive sneezing

Til the Benadryl kicks in.

](>_<)[

The Great Divorce

'No,' said the other. 'I can promise you none of these things. No sphere for usefulness: you are not needed there at all. No scope for you talents: only forgiveness for having perverted them. No atmosphere of inquiry, for I will bring you to the land not of questions but of answers, and you shall see the face of God.' 

-cs lewis

Lately

My experiences with children consist of fun evenings filled with sugar cookies, Magic School Bus, trains, bubble baths, smurf hair, and late night cups of milk..........and always ending with "I WANT MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"

*sigh* After six years of regular and weekly babysitting, it's beginning to wear on me. 

I conquered the first year of nursing school! *huzzah!* I worked hard, pushed through, and received all Bs! I aimed higher in grades, however nursing school is a different animal all together, and it almost ate me. Glad I won out. 

My hair is a brilliant red and hot pink, but you prolly know this. It's so freakin beautiful. Laurie Brandon of the Mod Squad was the hair artist. On Sunday, she and I collaborated with three of my closest photographer pals to design a shoot. Here's a few, hope you enjoy!

View the full set on www.flickr.com/photos/34594390@N07/

Lately, it's been about finals

I am so pleased that our university ends school redunkulously early for the spring semester. Finals started today with Psychiatric Nursing. In nursing, for each class there is a final and a comprehensive HESI exam, which is standardized. So, more Psychiatric Nursing tomorrow with the HESI. The HESI scores are particularly important for grading your national ranking, and are reviewed at the end of next fall to establish a placement for spring preceptorship.  

Which brings me to another point....next Thursday I will be considered a senior. And not just any senior - a senior in the nursing program. A senior that after passing the NCLEX will be a licensed nurse professional.

(Er. Is it weird that I'll be a practicing nurse before I am of legal drinking age?

Yeah it's weird, and it's kinda awesome.)

What has surprised me while learning the profession of nursing is how the role is very multifaceted. There is no topic or client centered conversation that is taboo. We're expected to be the go-to person on any physiological and psychological concern the client may have, and to answer in an honest, therapeutic, straight-forward manner. If we don't have the answer, we find the answer. We comfort, console, listen to, challenge, enforce unit rules, minister to basic life needs and facilitate medical recovery. Up til now, I have studied fundamentals, assessment, health promotion, pharmacology, medical-surgical, and psychiatric nursing. I have experienced clinicals on the medsurg floor, nursing home, home care, oncology unit, and psychiatric unit. I can tell you about heart problems, medication complications, how to prevent superbugs, check O2 stats, resuscitation, SBAR reports, sexual dysfunction in males and females, fall safety, manic intervention, using a drug book, and how to have sex when paraplegic. (I know, I'm still scarred from that one.) 

Anyways. I did not want to do this, and I've been completely honest on that account. College was not what I wanted - a degree had no interest to me. When it became clear I had to attend, and was probably being immature about school, I picked nursing and that was final. Why did I pick nursing? I have no clue. Or, maybe just ideas...I wanted a challenge, I know that...I wanted variety...and the thought of being a nurse like my grandmother and best friend's mom was just cool. In the rough spots of my life and early college experience I clung to nursing school like a lifesaver, because with all the uncertainties, I could know I was going to graduate a nurse. I did not even care if I ever practiced. It simply became something I had to accomplish. Even though I still lie awake wondering why I'm doing this...during the day I can focus on pushing ahead and setting goals for future success.

And speaking of future success, I need to study. For the psych HESI. Which is early tomorrow morning.....

:)

Goodwill lovin'

I've always been an avid thrift shopper since the days of toddlerhood. I'd wander the dirty yet organized aisles of plastic toys with my grandmother, and then the clothes section when I was older. Nothing makes me happier than a good find! Anything funky, vintage, designer, can't-pass-up-it's-too-awesome item is what I go for. Of course, I contribute as well with donating all my gently used items. Today, the southeast Goodwill made my year with it's awesome Target donations and a cute black dress, all in my size. Today, for $42, I acquired.......

-1 Express knee-length little black dress

-2 Target by Richard Chi dresses

-1 Isaac Mizrahi blue and white sundress

-1 strapless one piece swimsuit in sunshine yellow, 1 triangle bikini set in cyan green

-1 pair of gaudy silver heels by Siggerson Morsen for Target that are a perfect fit

-1 pair of black short-shorts Target by Richard Chi to pair with tights and above said heels

I'm glowing in victory.

<3

Don't tell me I can't

It's borderless, this life we live!

The parameters we construct aren't divine, boxes weren't in the plan

There is the judgment of missing-the-mark

we shouldn't do that

So, there's no border, but there is a mark.

Okay, sin or don't sin

Fathom the borderless cosmos.

Fathom it being borderless in the hands of a God.

Whoa. 

We were not created to experience a box, or rules, or laws

We were created to glorify a borderless, uncontainable God

But we missed the mark.

He knew He had to give us a choice

or it wouldn't be free will -

it'd be a box

of slavery

Now, we make the choice every moment

as a redeemed child!

The freedom of living without borders...

Fathom God's divine plan.

Fathom the borderless life gained from living in it.

...whoa

Launch!!!!

I'm officially a freelance makeup artist!

Today I completed my first set of bridal portraits. The makeup is MAC and Bobbi Brown with Bare Mineral foundation primer. The hair was set with curlers then arranged partially up with a beading of pearls sewed in with clear thread. The effect was stunning, especially in person. I was pleased with the result, but she is so beautiful how could I not be! Photography by John Crabtree on location at bride's home.

Here's my calling card...

A Pretty Face by Kait

Makeup and hair design for your special event!

Weddings, proms, photography sessions, complimentary trial run

Available in the North Alabama/Tennessee area, will travel

kaitlin.m.rich@gmail.com

A fountain so deep, no one need thirst

Holly posted this video about Brian Welch. I'm truly at a loss for words... 

So long... (alt title: live free and prosper)

About the time where America as a political nation is "transnationalizing" and tailoring policies for the greater majorities, I'm running freelance again. About the time where America, as an open melting pot, is serving the special interest lobbyers and corporation moguls, I'm quitting a national (and world-wide) business chain. Yes, I quit my job, but there are deeper things to worry about.

I reflect everyday on the steps that are taken as a nation, and fight the jaded attitude I maintain towards an increasingly corrupt government.  I find the smallest of examples as revealing as the largest issues... Last week our President bowed to a leader of a Muslim country, and the government released a statement to declare the the President indeed did not bow (because inside all fair-minded Americans we found this is a disgrace) but shook the hand of a shorter person... I'm flabbergasted at how deceitful the government officials think they can be, and what they think we'll believe... They lie so readily (and ineptly) about the most basic of matters, and I cannot imagine what they devise in closed quarters.

Um, side note: Why do we feel that bowing to a Muslim leader shameful? Because that country has made attacks verbally, politically, and militantly against America for generations. They hate us... Because the Koran tells them to, and they follow their radical faith. It's considered radical, because any faith that calls upon it's followers to shun and kill people of another faith is radical. We should not respect nor tolerate a country that, if ever given the chance, would crush people of an innocent nation in honor of Islamic faith. End side note.

There's been increasing talk about taxing without accountability. Check out the new and improved tea parties. The Huffington Post and several other liberal news sources attempted to sound like this is strictly a right wing radicalism, and interviewed people with select opinions that supported that. Honestly, it doesn't matter what they think, or what they report. The movement is a fantastic uprising, an all-grass-roots movement that supports no political agenda or person... Merely the idea the taxation with representation (amazing how we come full circle, isn't it?) is wrong. Wrong morally - because an organization how no more right than a normal person has to take money from someone else - and politically - because this nation was the shining beacon of freedom in a power-hungry world, and is now driving full speed ahead into a socialistic agenda.

Ah, socialism. It's funny, I read so many books growing up on socialistic regimes, and was fascinated by the beliefs of Karl Marx and friends. I got their logic, it was simple enough - it seemed almost holy... Let's do the best we can with everyone and for everyone, because we, the smartest and savviest, should rule the lesser folk for their benefit. 

See, they never understood the simplest of truth's: people are bad. People are corruptible, and driven by selfish desires. And people in groups will force their selfish desire on others regardless of good intentions with far more ferocity than one person alone. Established rights can be considered optional when a corrupt group of people begin tailoring their agendas and actions for monetary gain... Rights are optional if they impede a nice fat tax increase. A government knows that the more "things" (programs/nice sounding refunds/beautiful health policies) they promise citizens, the more willing they are to be taxed - and the more willing they are to wait, like dogs, for their tax dollars to be fed back to them.

Um, another side not: It is never correct to infringe on a citizen's rights for the sake of serving another. Never. Never. 

Taxation is an odd exception, because of living in a country with necessary regulations, law, and law enforcement to maintain decency and equality of treatment. We live as citizens of this country, giving our money to the government on faith that it will be used to serve us. Basically, we should be giving money to help ourselves as a citizen and country - the government is charged with the responsibility to invest the money into those areas and this investment is to be visibly returned. Sadly, so sadly, this is becoming less and less true. America in it's infancy saw the effects of taxation without government accountability, benefit, or return. Today, accountability is gone, the benefit is for select groups, and the return of our invested tax dollars is slipping completely away... And that is why we're throwing tea parties all over again.

Nude

Don't get any big ideas - they're not gonna happen

You paint yourself white and fill up with noise, but there'll be something missing

Now that you've found it, it's gone. Now that you feel it, you don't.
You've gone off the rails

So don't get any big ideas - they're not gonna happen

You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking

-Radiohead

A little water

, originally uploaded by kait.rich.

It was a casual study day at the Crabtrees...until John dragged me into a golf cart and off we ride to a hidden waterfall where faeries frolic and a green umbrella is the only prop you need...

What I do ain't for babies

I'm a strong(ish) woman, I know this. My mother never tolerated silly timidity when I was young, and with three younger brothers to play with I grew into a wild, tom boy kind of girl. Albeit, I was in touch with my feminine side, but in a nontraditional way (I was prolly wearing a bright purple get-up when I caught and tamed a rat snake from my backyard). All this to say - I ain't no baby.

And throughout this semester of nursing school - the last of my junior year - I had been anticipating my OR rotation so. much. It was thrilling me on the inside, despite reports from friends saying the best they saw were a couple of hysterectomies performed closed with a scope. Ah well, I was still excited! Wednesday was my day and I was assigned to OR 12 NET with Dr D, a Nose, Ears and Throat specialist. Not too interesting, but worth the experience. The OR staff included a surgical tech, anesthesiologist, and OR nurse, and they were nice and explained the entire routine with me. They were Dr D's crew, accustomed to her particular ways and had earned a permanent position on her cases. 

The first patient had localized anesthesia and an antianxiety drug cocktail to undergo the removal of three sebaceous cysts from his ear. Um, yeah, not that exciting. I was watching, mildly interested and assisting when I could, feeling cool and competent. It was done, Dr D began cauterizing, and I --- passed out....

Jah. Apparently the smell of burning flesh is potent to the newbies like me. The next thing I was aware of was waking up on an un-used stretcher in the hall, with the OR nurse fanning me. First, a wave of shame washed over me, soon replaced with a wave of nausea. She toddled me down to the lounge room and left me in the care of three kindly and extremely attentive OR nurses. Their "it happens all the time"'s didn't cut the pain of knowing I crumbled on the job, yet I didn't refuse the cup of juice they thrust in my face. Fifteen minutes later, I asked one to take me to OR 12. She was surprised and told me to take it easy but I, like the strong woman I am, said "Lead on." When I entered the room, the three staff were setting up for the next patient, and they applauded when they saw I returned, green and determined.

THIS IS HOW I DO :D

I prepared myself mentally before the next patient was cauterized and...I didn't feel a thing. Whoa. I was so proud. I ain't no baby! So maybe the whole passing out thing was surprising to begin with, I wasn't expecting myself to do that (ever). But I've got a great story to pass down to all the younger kiddos in the nursing program, haha.

Yes, nursing school. I have such a strange relationship with you.

Let's do this

This is decided.

I'M GOING TO BLOG

YES. Out of the muse has been my darling project since 7.31.2006. It presented to the vast interneties my thoughts and scribbles and poems, none of which was very coherent. I used it as a vehicle for anonymous expression and for following friends blogs, but now that I've gone public hopefully you'll be seeing more concrete narratives.

...or not.

^_^

Thank you for following! And please keep reading... kisses

Renew our world.... be the difference

www.handsin.org

This was founded by fellow blogger and web-socialite Nicole and it promises to be an exciting springboard for many outreach opportunities! 

God Send

A specific amount of intrisnic worth
is measured by the current authorities

for each individual,

blatant partiality toward the
weighty value of the masses

(but not the old, retarded, and unborn).
The sway of popularity
along with political opinion
global sexually transmitted diseases
and the amoral, and personal
choice to kill
wage in opposition to the
beautiful new life.

...The meticulously formed individual
dependent on life blood,
secluded in a room of pulsing peace,
swathed in a sheen of vibrant ruby
awainting its breathless entrance.

Precious and innocent...

Completely dependent 

on popular political opinion

global sexually transmitted diseases
and your ever-important
right to kill

a precious and innocent child.

8.30.2006

2.18.2009

Client: #327

Diagnosis: right lung mass

DATA :

Assessment: Client did not demonstrate orientation or alertness but responded to direct questioning about pain by raising hand. Client in semi-fowlers position, eyes unfocused with left eyelid dropping, head arched back into pillow, mouth open, chest heaving, vesicular breath sounds, bloody sputum, crackles and wheels identified, neck veins extended, capillary refill +3, yellow concentrated urine output 25 ml, no bowel sounds noted, skin flushed, very warm, very dry with flaking, turgor loose, severe cachexia with visible skeleton and large darkened patches on both arms. Patent catheter line and morphine IV drip running. Client is DNR.

VS 93/59 151pulse 44resp 83 96axillary

Medications: Atrovent 0.02% NEB 0.5, Decadron 4mg/ml, Levaquin 500mg/100ml, Protonix 40mg, Proventil 2.5mg, Reglan 10mg, Ativan 0.5, Compazine 10mg, Morphine carpuject 1-2mg, Morphine 100mg, Zofran 8mg

PLAN : The client is a 55-year old white male with a right lung mass in end-stage cancer, MI in 2005, history of multiple illnesses. Daughter at beside. Comfort measures to be provided.

            Nursing Diagnosis: none

IMPLEMENTATION :

0720 IV Morphine drip dosage increased to maximum allowable per physician’s order

0830 Daughter left room to tell nurse that her dad the client had passed away. Declared dead by attending physician at 0840. Post mortem care provided, including removing all lines and cleaning body, arranged client for family viewing.

NAPG Photoshoot

Narcissism in it's unrepentant glory... :] I spent three hours Saturday at the Flying Monkey Art Center with the most talented amateur photographers in North Alabama. It was an incredible learning experience, many beautiful photos captured, and there was free pizza!

North Alabama Photographers Guild on Flickr

Flying Monkey Arts Center

AHEN is the code

Anger grows from

Hurt which springs from shattered

Expectations which are founded in

Need.

and that's it, folks.

Stratified

I am, er, (here)

And my mind is flying

elsewhere

So um, 

There's the me below

And the I above

Her heart in between a

Disconnect

My Philosophy for Life

1) I believe that humans and everything around us was and is made to honor, praise, and glorify, and have a relationship with the one and only God.

2) I also believe that life is about having relationships and companions. For non-christians, there are two different types of relationships - one is friendship and the other is marriage. For Christians, there are three relationships - friendship, marriage, and the greatest of all our relationship with God.

3) Life is a never-give-up kind of thing. I believe that you can never give up if you want to succeed. If I wanted to play soccer but stopped playing after the third practice because I couldn't score a goal, would I ever learn to play? If I learned to give up every time I didn't succeed in the first few tries or when I'm challenged, I would be a failure the rest of my life.

-Dane, age 13

2.7.09

This is so precious to me. Dane has a sincerity that he always carries in his heart. It is so endearing to see the mixture of biblical truths and childhood earnestness, and I pray that both become an irrevocable whole of his character and of my other brother's as well. 

The blessings I have in my brothers and their Godly lives is immeasurable. The world cries out for leaders, for men that have the strength of truth in their hearts. There are few to be found; most men are fostering pluralism and tolerance as an acceptable, peaceful route to universal happiness. But all beliefs cannot show truth, and where there is no truth, there is no true happiness. I would rather see a man standing strong for one wrong "truth", than an army of peaceful men accepting all "truths". Schuyler, Dane, and Trent already know the rightness of one truth, and they follow it strongly and with understanding. 

America's Suitehearts

You could have knocked me out with a feather.
I know you've heard this all before, but we're just Hell's neighbors.
Why, why, why won't the world revolve around me?
Build my dreams, trees grow all over the streets.

But I don't know much about classic cars,
But I've got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke.
Down, set, one,
Hut, hut, hike,
Media Blitz!

Lets hear it for America's Suitehearts!
But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins.
Lets hear it for America's Suitehearts!
But I must confess,I'm in love with my own sins.

You can bow and pretend that you don't, don't know you're a legend.
Time, time, time hasn't told anyone else yet.
Let my love loose again.

But I don't know much about classic cars,
But I've got a lot of friends stuck on classic coke.
Down, set, one,
Hut, hut, hike,
Media Blitz!

You could have knocked me out with a feather
I know you've heard this all before

Lets hear it for America's Suitehearts!
But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins.
Lets hear it for America's Suitehearts!
But I must confess, I'm in love with my own sins.

-FOB

Average garbage

We take something from the ground

fresh and natural.

We modify -

carving smoldering 

pressing forcing stamping

Into the desired form.

Instructions: Use, discard.

We throw something back

which the earth can't accept.

Of note

HEY YOU!!!!!!

MY name's Kait.... I kinda a big deal

...local celebrity, and all, right?...

I'm 19 years old and very confused (Life is confusing).

I love many different things.

I can spontaneously give a speech on anything (won many competitions!)

Singing is my favorite.

(Put me on stage, I get excited!)

But I also adore pictures...and I like modeling for them too.

Clothes is awesome. Clothes!

Somehow I got a little beauty and a little brains....and I don't do much with either.

'Cause I'm in school, you know, but just gliding by.

I hate being mediocre, unimpressive grades, so far I haven't tried enough

(I'm trying to fix that)

Nursing wasn't my desire, but it's good in it's on way

The way of people, caring, and a nice fat salary....

What I admire: genuineness, intelligence, chivalry, dedication, funness, spontaneity, surprises, conversation skills, cologne, good looks (I'm honest!), love, caring, talent, loves children.

What I loathe: averageness, sloth, vagueness, rudeness, driving too slow, unkempt appearance, long nose hairs (true story!), boring.

Smiling is my favorite, too. And when I hear someone laugh

I love joining in.

People's sadness affects me as well...

Other people's problems I can feel in my heart

along with their joy.

I hate being angry. Especially at someone I love.

I rarely am...yet when it happens I feel like a demon and nothing can reason.

The worst thing is how destructive I can be.

Ripping myself apart is mechanical and easy.

With all I love to create, and draw, and sing, and act, and model, and see beauty

I still can hurt. (there's no middle ground/neutrality)

I wish to be the best.

I desire more than I deserve, and fail grasping

Uncertainties are even more hellish

Yet

I love you

I love you very much.

I want you to have a wonderful life!

That's the most sincerest feeling I have

that I want you to have everything you dream.

And I won't stop that, ever.

And sometimes I wonder if I dreamed you up to start with, and just kept on dreaming

And sometimes reality is skewed

idk

idc

Sincerely,

yours truly

Know

Running up to me in the kitchen, exclaiming

"See, this doesn't make sense! They ask me

'Is the Bible true?'

And the answer is 'Because it says it's true'

But if they don't believe the Bible at all

how will they ever believe it's right?"

I flashed him a smile, with a weak chuckle

"Yeah, funny how that works.

I don't know either. Guess it has to be divine.

The believing, I mean. Divine."

When logic fails, and a numbing culture

sets the ground for discounting all Christianity,

there's nothing left to argue.

I can be cynical, I apologize; I've struggled with this for years.

Praying and wishing for that golden breakthrough

with some of the closest of my acquaintances...

(ah, I cry myself to sleep.)

Be the example

Live the life

Get up when you fail

Rejoice when you succeed

Never be ashamed

"Live your life, Dane, with God's love growing in you.

Be a strong, Christian man."

Potential and Restructure

2009

Goals 

:: learn the rudimentary basics of American Sign Language

:: budget finances consistently

:: research, write, edit, and publish the apology article that's been in forming in my head and heart 

Aspirations 

:: travel...somewhere wonderful, full of history and arts...and take a plane to get there

:: land a professional modeling or acting job

:: dedicate myself more thoroughly to the studies at hand

:: to strive for more emotional stability

:: to live everyday, fully in that moment

Hey-o it's over, and about to begin

Fall 2008
College:				Nursing
Major:				Junior Division Nursing
Student Type:				Continuing
Academic Standing:				Good Standing
Additional Standing:				Scholar
Subject	Course	Level	Title					Grade	Credit Hours	Quality Points	R
NUR	302	UG	NURSING & HEALTH PROMOTION					B	3.000	9.000
NUR	303	UG	HEALTH ASSESSMENT					B	3.000	9.000
NUR	304	UG	APP PATHOPHYSIOLOGY LIFESPAN					B	3.000	9.000
NUR	310	UG	PROFESSIONAL PRACTICE NURS I					B+	6.000	18.000
				Attempt Hours	Passed Hours	Earned Hours	GPA Hours	Quality Points	GPA
Current Term:				15.000	15.000	15.000	15.000	45.000	3.000
Cumulative:				40.000	40.000	40.000	40.000	130.000	3.250
TRANSCRIPT TOTALS (UNDERGRADUATE)
				Attempt Hours	Passed Hours	Earned Hours	GPA Hours	Quality Points	GPA
Total Institution:				40.000	40.000	40.000	40.000	130.000	3.250
Total Transfer:				0.000	0.000	41.000	0.000	0.000	0.000
Overall:				40.000	40.000	81.000	40.000	130.000	3.250

The tidings of the season to you!

Merry Christmas!

Emmanuel, Emmanuel,

in the grime of a stable,

under the brilliance of a star,

you came.

One day all the universe

will acknowledge your Love

which is boundless

and enduring

and dwelling forever,

Amen.

chronicling a lovely c h r i s t m a s

Photos by Tyler Pierce 

(excepting 7 and 8)

holiday spirits!

foods ::

cocktail weenies

spinach spankies

candied nuts

celery sticks with pimento cheese

celery sticks with garlic cream cheese

veggie tray with homemade low-fat dip

2-layer yellow cake with buttercream frosting

Mullin spiced apple cider

Perrier sparkling water with raspberries

Swiss Miss hot chocolate

grocery list ::

3 liter bottles of Perrier (7)

2 gallons of apple cider (5)

2 packages of Mullin Spices (4)

jar of pimentos (2)

pack of celery (3)

pack of sugar snap peas (4)

3 bell peppers (5)

once lemon (1)

package of frozen raspberries (4)

cream cheese (2)

shredded cheddar cheese (4)

ice

....equals joyous times :]

Let's play here and now

I could hate him for making me question

I could hate him for imposing his own dream

-remind me again, why must I conform mine

(because it is not so crisply defined in years and situations?)

I could hate him for his increasing urgency and my lowered resistance.

No I'm sorry I don't have my life figured out.

There's no aligned dominos in a knock-down trail

There's no aces in their spaces

There is no symmetry.

This is what I am.

This is what I'm developing from

a young girl riddled with fear of the future

Yes I'm trying.

Let's just say I'm attempting with all my might.

A glorious warmth in his arms and kiss, apart it's all submerged

Today/tomorrow/sincerely I thank God for...

showers

myself?

music

giving shots

writing, blogger

pretty colors of thread

internet

slushies

Schuy, D, and Louie

paintings, photography

His strength carrying me through

beautifulness

piano

singing uninhibited

joyous holidays

my bedroom, bathroom

naptimes

family

best friend/boyfriend

ability to learn

my job and subsequent paycheck

ghetto mobile

smiling

Survive and prosper

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314.99 (60.24 w/ insurance)

 

Maxair Autohaler 400 puffs total, two puffs four times daily, fifteen minutes prior to exercise and PRN

177.99 (23.64 w/ insurance)

Ocella tablet, one daily

173.89 (35.84 w/ insurance)

 

Prednisone 20mg tablets, one tablet three times daily for twenty days

11.99 (0.65 w/ insurance)

 

SMZ/TMP tablets, one daily

32.89 (2.34 2/ insurance)

I'll write you a poem, dripping

You're the peanut to my butter

-You're the cheese to my macaroni

You're the chocolate to my strawberry

-You're the ranch to my chicken

You're the popcorn to my favorite movie

-You're the soda to my burger and fries

You're the bright sunshine when I wake up

-You're the blanket I could cuddle with

You're the reason for my random smile

-You're the music in my ears

You are the beat to my heart

-You are the love of my life

You're the only thing I want or need in this world

To whom it may concern

MyMy parents began home schooling me at age seven, and I remained home schooled until my graduation at age 16.  Throughout my education, my parents always emphasized the primary importance of learning and understanding, not just rote memorizing. They instilled in me the desire to comprehend new material so I can better utilize it later in life. I enrolled in Calhoun Community College’s dual enrollment program my senior year so I could complete my high school course requirements and also receive college credit. I loved the college experience and enjoyed all my classes.

I have many varied interests which include, but are not limited to, USTA tennis, local community theatre, TeenPact for Alabama, Alabama Music Teacher's Association statewide piano competitions, YMCA exercise classes, Huntsville Times Teen Page, sewing societies, dance instruction, and Kingdom Life Fellowship Church. I have volunteered extendedly at Constitution Village, Fantasy Playhouse, Lincoln Village ministries and on governmental campaigns.  I know these hobbies and pursuits will benefit me in my academic major and in pursuing a well-rounded outlook on life.

In May of 2006 I graduated high school from Excalibur Christian Home School Group with a high school GPA of 4.0 and a college dual enrollment GPA of 3.5 and 18 college credit hours. I was accepted as a member of Phi Theta Kappa and the Dean's List.  I received Redstone Arsenal's Calhoun Community College $2000 scholarship and continued my education at Calhoun until Spring 2007. I transferred Fall 2007 to University of Alabama at Huntsville. Now I have completed 84 academic hours and maintain a GPA of 3.4.

My declared field of study is Nursing, with the possibility of continuing education in graduate studies. Since I was young, I wished to enter a vocation where I may communicate with people and assist them all I can. Nursing is a field I feel called into as a career and way of life, and working on a pediatric floor is my first career goal. Receiving a scholarship can set that goal within reach through financial assistance.  In the following two years I will strive to receive a Bachelor of Science in Nursing from the UAH Nursing Department. 

Thank you for your consideration!

Shine

Who cares what we’ve earned?

Somebody’s sold all the truth that you’ve yearned.

Remember when we used to shine?

And had no fear of sense or time.

When it creeps up on you

 

You can’t cry when there’s nothing to feel

No one’s noticed our loneliness

Remember when we used to tease

And made us scream eternal joy

 

I believed that you’d always be here

‘Cause once you promised a life with no fear

Please don’t break my ideals

And say what’s fake was always real

 

I was the one and only

Take me back again

-Muse

Fall in your lap

spring/grasp/tilt/h o l d  o n.

This is it?

I thought... well

Not this

But how can I ask for more?