It's been two weeks since I left. It has to have been. No, it's been five days. I can't say I'll ever understand the length of time. When I stepped off that coach five days ago, exhausted from traveling and anxious to see my new home, I instantly warped to a time zone where each minute was an hour, each hour a day. It's been five days since I arrived at Capernwray Hall, but so many more in adventures.
So I live in a castle. A full-out, stone-walled, wall-papered, decorative-ceiling castle. The place is incredible. It's also very clean, the one advantage to having chores every day. We have a separate dining hall, and a conference center where lectures are held. At first, it is difficult to navigate the twisting hallways and random staircases, but by this point, I've got it pretty well underway. Though I've had ample time for it to sink in I still look at the exterior of my home from time to time and think, "Wow, I live in a flippin' castle!"
I already have the greatest friends. Everyone here is friendly and open, there's never a fear when you plop down next to someone new, or ask someone his/her name for the seventh time. The vibes are great here :) We have lectures six times a day... yes, six. It's a lot of note-taking and after getting five and a half hours of sleep it seems even longer, but the information is great. The schedule is sinking in here and soon, I believe, most everyone will be comfortable living and working like this is their real home.
For now that's enough, after all, fifteen hours have past since I started writing this post! ;) Toodles 'til next time.
Sweetness and Light
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Tadah - for Those Not Fluent in British: Good Bye
The day has come. I leave for England in just over nine hours. My suitcases are stuffed, my paperwork complete and my nerves on end. I think I'm set!! I'm incredibly excited for this yet really nervous and completely unsure of myself. I am pretty much a wreck. On the plus side, I'm gonna look cute in England I can just feel it ;)
I've said nearly all my good byes. Of course they are never easy, but so far none of them have been too upsetting. The knowledge that I'll be back in three months is doing the trick. My friends and family are all prepared to see me go; I've been especially annoying lately to prove how nice it will be to have me gone :D See, that is how loving of a friend I am.
Alright, I thought this would be a long post but in truth, I don't have much to say. I'll keep everyone updated as I go! Wish me luck!!!!
I've said nearly all my good byes. Of course they are never easy, but so far none of them have been too upsetting. The knowledge that I'll be back in three months is doing the trick. My friends and family are all prepared to see me go; I've been especially annoying lately to prove how nice it will be to have me gone :D See, that is how loving of a friend I am.
Alright, I thought this would be a long post but in truth, I don't have much to say. I'll keep everyone updated as I go! Wish me luck!!!!
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
You call them Coworkers I call them Family

I began as a hostess, seating customers and taking carry-out orders. After months of asking to serve, my boss finally gave it a shot:) I learned each day what it meant to truly wait on customers and attend their every need: to suck it up when customers frustrated me and to please every person who sat in my section.
My incredible family of coworkers guided me through each moment, joking, instructing, advising, and poking fun. They celebrated with me and laughed as I circled the restaurant dancing and singing. They understood when I made mistakes, and cared enough to forget them. Finally, they sent me off with best wishes, and the blessing only family can give.
Cinder's family, you have supported me, grown me, laughed with (and at) me, sung with me (even when you didn't want to,) believed in me, encouraged me and loved me. I love you all! Keep the customers happy when I'm gone and remember to work together :D I'll see y'all soon.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
But how will you chew?
This viable question was raised from my very concerned eight-year-old sister just hours after my wisdom teeth were removed. She looked up at my swollen face with concern in her eyes and asked. I told her I already had plenty of teeth for chewing, and besides, the teeth she held in her hand - of course I had kept them - weren't even visible when they were taken out. They had never served a purpose for me and my tiny mouth.
I'd woken that morning in the comfort of my bed, wondering what the surgery would be like. I was apprehensive and a little excited. Ok, I'll admit right now that I'm not exactly your average Joe. Who, after all, is excited to get four embedded molars cut and pushed out of her jaw? I had a different perspective however, because I was determined that I wouldn't be put out during the surgery. The nurses seemed a little apprehensive when I informed them of this, but they couldn't exactly argue.
So I stayed awake for the surgery. It was quite the interesting experience. I could feel everything they were doing right up until the tooth came out - as far as pressure goes anyways, the pain was numbed out by the ten shots I'd taken to the mouth. It was kind of neat to experience the surgery, see the reflection in the Doctor's glasses as he cut open my mouth. He talked me through everything he was doing and while I was a bit distracted, it was still educational.
Everything after the surgery seemed to go fine. I took very little pain medication, but when I couldn't sleep I ended up popping a pill (part Advil, part Vicodin) and dozing off. The next day was a disaster though. I couldn't keep anything in me, not water, not food. I threw up at least ten times and my stomach became my enemy. The pain in my mouth was nothing compared with the dizziness of my head and stomach. I suffered through the day and most of the night, finally relinquishing my effort to abstain from water as I took an ibuprofen and fell to a restless sleep.
After being without Vicodin for a full day, my stomach is better. My mouth is still swollen and I'm not without pain, but anything is better than the havoc the Vicodin wreaked on my digestive system. I'm trying to rest - rather unsuccessfully - and hoping I'll get better before I work tomorrow. All in all, it was quite the first surgery. Let's hope I don't have to go through any others in my lifetime. And for the reassurance of my lovely sister, I will live to chew again :D
I'd woken that morning in the comfort of my bed, wondering what the surgery would be like. I was apprehensive and a little excited. Ok, I'll admit right now that I'm not exactly your average Joe. Who, after all, is excited to get four embedded molars cut and pushed out of her jaw? I had a different perspective however, because I was determined that I wouldn't be put out during the surgery. The nurses seemed a little apprehensive when I informed them of this, but they couldn't exactly argue.
So I stayed awake for the surgery. It was quite the interesting experience. I could feel everything they were doing right up until the tooth came out - as far as pressure goes anyways, the pain was numbed out by the ten shots I'd taken to the mouth. It was kind of neat to experience the surgery, see the reflection in the Doctor's glasses as he cut open my mouth. He talked me through everything he was doing and while I was a bit distracted, it was still educational.
Everything after the surgery seemed to go fine. I took very little pain medication, but when I couldn't sleep I ended up popping a pill (part Advil, part Vicodin) and dozing off. The next day was a disaster though. I couldn't keep anything in me, not water, not food. I threw up at least ten times and my stomach became my enemy. The pain in my mouth was nothing compared with the dizziness of my head and stomach. I suffered through the day and most of the night, finally relinquishing my effort to abstain from water as I took an ibuprofen and fell to a restless sleep.
After being without Vicodin for a full day, my stomach is better. My mouth is still swollen and I'm not without pain, but anything is better than the havoc the Vicodin wreaked on my digestive system. I'm trying to rest - rather unsuccessfully - and hoping I'll get better before I work tomorrow. All in all, it was quite the first surgery. Let's hope I don't have to go through any others in my lifetime. And for the reassurance of my lovely sister, I will live to chew again :D
Thursday, September 5, 2013
That College Grind...

If I had the choice to, I would sit down in front of every school I'm applying to and tell them why I'm different. I would bring my transcript and test scores and I would talk. I'm very good at talking :D Unfortunately, even if I do schedule an interview I have to fill out the application anyways. So here I am. I am in the process of applying to some of the countries most prestigious Ivy-league schools for free. I found this amazing program for low-income families that allows students who've done well academically to apply for full-ride scholarships to extremely nice schools. I am very excited - about the prospect of going to an Ivy-league of course, not applying to one. It's been an interesting process but I'm almost there. I only the have the one thing left to do, the most dreaded part... the essays.

This little venting session has been good for me. I think I might be able to get an alright first draft going that after ten different versions and edits could be something great. Thanks for the help!
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Sloth
We have an impeccable ability here in America. We can waste time like it's air. Pointless habits and addictions encompass our lives. Laziness grips us tightly. I, unfortunately, am no exception. Well at least not as of late. Usually I have more drive, more motivation. I accomplish things quickly and move on to the next task. That me has left. I am stuck with an unproductive sloth and I have been for the last month. It's driving me crazy.
So this is my first move. Today was the first truly productive day I've had in weeks. I ran, showered, wrote college application material, worked and now... now I am doing the hardest of all - I'm blogging. Don't ask me why I find it so hard to blog. It truly does require a substantial amount of effort. I can't say I'm fond of things that require a substantial amount of effort... yet here we are.
Here is one broke, tired, lazy, college girl who is pledging to keep in contact more consistently. Maybe tomorrow I'll even share a little about my college application stresses. Who knows? I'm full of surprises.
*I did manage to get senior pictures finally taken in the last month - much to my mother's delight - so I will share a few with you. If you don't like them, pretend you do :D*




So this is my first move. Today was the first truly productive day I've had in weeks. I ran, showered, wrote college application material, worked and now... now I am doing the hardest of all - I'm blogging. Don't ask me why I find it so hard to blog. It truly does require a substantial amount of effort. I can't say I'm fond of things that require a substantial amount of effort... yet here we are.
Here is one broke, tired, lazy, college girl who is pledging to keep in contact more consistently. Maybe tomorrow I'll even share a little about my college application stresses. Who knows? I'm full of surprises.
*I did manage to get senior pictures finally taken in the last month - much to my mother's delight - so I will share a few with you. If you don't like them, pretend you do :D*




Friday, August 2, 2013
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