His Hands

His hands
Tools of creation
Stronger than nations
Power without end
And yet through them we find our truest friend
His hands
Sermons of kindness
Healing men's blindness
Halting years of pain
Children waiting to be held again

His hands would serve his whole life though
Showing man what hands might do
Giving, ever giving, endlessly
Each day was filled with selflessness
And I'll not rest until I make up my hands what they could be
'Til these hands become like those from Galilee

His hands
Warming a beggar
Lifting a leper
Calling back the dead
Breaking bread, five thousand fed
His hands
Hushing contention
Pointing to heaven
Ever free of sin
Then bidding man to follow him

His hands would serve his whole life though
Showing man what hands might do
Giving, ever giving, endlessly
Each day was filled with selflessness
And i'll not rest until i make up my hands what they could be
'Til these hands become like those from Galilee

His hands
Clasped in agony
As he he lay pleading, bleeding in the garden
While just moments away
Other hands betray him
Out of greed, shameful greed
And then his hands
Are trembling
Straining to carry the beam that they've been led to
As he stumbles through the streets
Heading towards the hill on which he died
He would die
They take his hands, his mighty hands, those gentle hands
And then they pierce them, they pierce them
He lets them, because of love
From birth to death was selflessness
And clearly now i see him with his hands
Calling to me
And though I'm not yet as I would be
He has shown me how I could be
I will make my hands like those from Galilee.
(Song by Kenneth Cope)

Mice with your rice?

So I sit down to eat with the other teachers at work and open my lunch, a delicious stew my mom had made the night before. I'm one of the first in the room and I wait to join the conversation of the day.
Jan Hernandez, one of the teachers I work for, comes to sit next to me and put down her lunch bag. Next thing I know I see her yanking her hand out of the bag in fright as something gray and small is jumping towards me! Of course I let out a squeak to rival that of the mouse's and hurriedly climbed on top of the table.
I don't know why I did this. I mean I had put up with mice on my mission. I am such a wimp! Let's hope this is the last mouse I have to deal with (although I seriously doubt this).

The Work still goes forth.

I was at my mission reunion when one of the sisters that had served there after I left the mission came up to me. She had served in one of my areas and wanted me to know that one of the people I had taught but given up on, had been baptized. I guess he had just not been ready while I was there. It is nice to know that the work still goes forth with or without you. I just hope I can continue to help it do so.

School Begins!!! (in all sence of the phrase)

My long summer vacation is over and it is Back to work and school. I must admit that I am happy to be going back to work at the lovely Northwest Middle School. (Let's face it... I need the cash.) Even with the kids being their normal devilish selves, this year looks to be better than the last. Let's see how long this last....

School on the other hand is proving to be confusing in the first week. I have Math at the Weber Davis campus, History at the main campus, and Botany online. Math has been moved to a differant room once already and I'm not sure where it will be next. Hopefully I'll be able to find my History class, and than I need my Botany book to arrive so I can get started on that. *Sigh* When will the confusion end?

1/4 of a century.

I should have done this last week. So here it goes.

I AM 25 YEARS OLD!!!!!

Glad I have that off my chest.

For my b-day, I went with the family to Logan Canyon where my uncle has a cabin. We go every year (most times around my b-day). This year we couldn't go to Bear Lake because of rain and it being too cold. So we went to a hot springs instead up in Idaho called the Riverdale Resort. I hadn't been since I was like 11 or 12. Oh the memories of childhood....

Summer Daze

OK, I know I've been a bad girl and not posted for a long time. But with summer being ... well... summer, I've been in a daze.

I got sick right before school let out and just now I'm getting rid of the cough that has been with me ever since. Mom thinks it was Swine Flu but I'm pretty sure it was Bronchitis. Anyway, I got some medication and am doing much better. At least I don't have the hacking cough I had a few days ago.

College has been fun. I passed my math final! And now I just have to finish up my English class.

And last but not least, so many of my friends have come back to Utah where I can hang out with them. Some of them I have not seen since before my mission. I hope that we never lose touch again. It's rather lonely if we do.

Bored bored bored.

I am completely bored out of my mind. You'd think that on a long weekend I would have something to do. But no, I am stuck at home with nothing to read or watch or anything. Someone HELP before I go INSANE!!!!

"Duck" Rebellion!

Ok, I know I haven't posted for a while. I really need to get better at that. XP Well anyway...

The Duck Rebellion all started when one of the science teachers at my school wanted to be really creative about how he taught about habitats and stuff (I think, I'm not really sure if this is really how it started.). He went around the school and put duck decoys (the things used for hunting) in random places like in the commons area, hanging from the ceiling, etc.

The Principal and the janitor found it against the safety and fire codes, and so told the teacher he would have to take them down. He did.

The other teachers had found the ducks so cute and funny, however, and decided that they wanted to continue. And so the Rebellion began!

Now there are duck magnets on the lockers, posters on the doors, and stuffed ducks all over class rooms. And no matter how hard the Principal and the janitor look, they cannot find who is responsible.

It's not ME!!!! (well... maybe a little ^_^)

Vampire Kisses

I have just finished (well sorta) the series Vampire Kisses by Ellen Schreiber. It is a great story about this goth-girl fallin' for her goth-guy who just happens to be a Vampire. Similar in some ways to to twilight but not really... Auugh! I can't explain it! Just read it.

Book 1: Vampire Kisses
Book 2: Kissing Coffins
Book 3: Vampireville
Book 4: Dance with a Vampire
Book 5: The Coffin Club (I have yet to read this one do no spoiling it for me!)

New Member of the Family

I have just been informed that my brother's baby will be a girl. Happy Days!!!

What If?

I was thinking of some what ifs on the way home from work, and thought I might post a few.

1) What if the human race ended and aliens came and found my ipod? What would they think of the music or pictures on there. Would they believe in dragons from some of the audio books? What would they think of the human race and our cultures?

2) What if I went between to Anne McCaffrey's Pern with my ipod? Would they learn about where they came from more? Would they be really confused about some of the songs (such as "The Witch Doctor")? Would they ask questions about my beleif in God? Would I be able to explain my beleif?

What if, what if, and more what ifs. As you can see I have a very active imagination. ^_^

"little angels"? XP Yeah right!

After some time of thinking of what to write on my blog, I have finally come up with something. But it sounds a bit like complaining to me. Oh heck! What else is a blog for except to vent, eh?

The kids in advisory (I will either change the names or just not use them) were acting up and being their usual noisy selves. This wold not bug me so much except that they were doing it right after the teacher had left the room. For some odd reason they think they can get away with anything if the teacher isn't there. This of course isn't true. They just don't think that I can throw my weight like that I guess. But I'm getting off the subject.

Anyway, teacher was gone and they wanted to play; or eat as the case was this time. Bobby (changed name) had decided to bring a home lunch. No big deal. Eating it in class 30 minutes before the lunch bell? Not on my time! He knew that students aren't allowed to eat in class. I calmly went up to him and ask him to give the soda that he was drinking to me. At the same time the other students are yelling and making fun or just being jerks. (Now I must apologize because there were some that were doing their work.)

I had had enough. I turn from Bobby, who was sitting in the back, and yell almost at the top of my lungs, "Hey! SHUSH!" This got there attention enough to quiet down some. I continued in a some-what-softer voice, "Just because the teacher is gone, doesn't mean you can give me grief! You should all be doing your work. Now shut the heck up!" Dead silence for a few seconds.

Sam at the front of the class, who had been one of the jerks in general, said, "We're sorry."

I looked him right in the eye. "Prove it." I told him in my most deadliest voice. "Get your work done."

I turned back to Bobby, who by now looked terrified. "Now you put that lunch away and the next time you bring a lunch to school, you put it in your locker." I told him almost cheerfully.

"OK. Can you leave me alone now? You're scaring me." Yes he said that to my face. I honestly thought about laughing.

They behaved for the rest of the time before lunch. And when they came back, I was out working with some other students. But it has been along time since I have had to yell at a class like that.

Why is it that kids in that age group (8th grade) have to be such pains? Their great kids and I love 'em, but other times I just want them gone. I always tell kids that I'm nicer than most teachers. But when you get on my bad side, you really get on my bad side.

A Beginning.

The new year has begun and brought with it the snow of January. *Sigh* January has to be the most boring month of winter. This year even more so. The snow makes the world seem like a blank page or canvas waiting to be written or painted on. There's nothing to see but the blank white of the page.
And then the anticipation begins. What will become of this blank page? Will it bring forth a glorious collage of colors or the flowing words of poetry? What will come from this beginning?