Hey all.
Today was a good day. I went for lunch at an Indian restaurant with the people i live with here in Regina and probably the people i love most in saskatchewan. I got a letter from Great Aunt Marilyn, i love that woman. I came home and had a nap and then a friend who has been living in the States came over and we went for a crisp walk around the lake.
I came home and left almost right away to go to the hospital and translate for the Elder i live with. We went to visit a family of 9 orphaned children who have immigrated from the Congo and only speak french. The little boy, his name is Junior, was a little ray of light. The children leapt into our arms and were so welcoming and happy. The sick little boy made me get right next to him in his bed and read him a story "La Chandail d'Hockey" or as you might know it, "The Hockey Sweater." He corrected the words i couldnt pronounce. We made up secret hand shakes, told jokes, sang songs... just hung out. It made my heart to warm to be able to spend time with these kids who are without parents and who really have nothing at all but are so filled with joy. When i left the little boy asked if i could stay and hang out with him, that he liked me the most. He was great. I asked him if he was excited for christmas and santa visiting, he looked at me and said "I have to tell you something, Santa doesn't exsist, hedoesnt bring presents, he's never brought me a present in my entire life." I almost cried.
I came home and had some supper then joined the family i live with at the Extended Care facility just down the street. There we went caroling and sang to the elderly and to the disabled. Two of the women will stay in my mind forever i think. One was disabled and had the hugest smile and a gleaming twinkle in her eye. She walked the halls with us and belted the songs even though she didn't know them well at all. Another woman was a frail old lady in a lacey pink night gown and black knee highs, so feminine but aged with wisdom that i could not understand.
After that we came home where a group of us visited and ate christmas goodies and played some christmas games.
Now my tummy hurts from the sugar overlaod and i really need another nap. (maybe i am closer to this extended care facility than i think!)
Anyways, all is well here in Regina, christmas is soon and what a wonderful time to celebrate humanity, even if it is just using your legs to walk or if its visiting a family so far from their home, or if its putting a smile on an old lady's face with your horrible singing voice. You can learn so much from the young and from the old. You just have to pay attention. I'm on a young old kick hey!
Love you.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The little things.
I've been away from home for a long long time and although you will always know me as "Britanica" and "Mouth", i have done some growing up, and i am different, if just in the little things.
For starters I have begun my university education and i'm not just the weird 8-year-old who sits in her closet scribbling on looseleaf paper pretending to be writing an epic. No, i really do read and write now. I just finished my third semester and i took Womens Studies, Psychology, Introduction to Political Thought, Explorations in Social Work, and English. I won't go into detail for each class but i will give you my highlight and lowlight. (is lowlight a word? it is now) Well among my highlights were some pretty riveting womens studies classes which definately made me re-evaluate and appreciate the women in my family. Has anyone seen North Country? That movie changed me. I guess most of all i have decided that its a bad idea to become complacent with how things are right now and to journey on in life for more opportunities, never forgetting where we have come from. I am really bad at putting life changing things into a few sentences so maybe i will write you a womens studies blog some other time. Something else i really enjoyed was my Political Science class. There i got to pick the brains of a bunch of influential dead guys. Aristotle, Socrates, Aquinas, Locke, Mill, Nietzsche, Marx, and a few more. It was dense stuff but i see things a little differently now. The lowlight was my english proff's voice. MAN ALIVE was that monotonous woman the devil in disguise? She ruined my life a little more everyday with her condescending lisp and bagillion "ummmmm's" and "uuhhhh's". Seriously. (ignore all my grammatical errors, because then the devil woman wins and i lose)
Secondly I've developed this passion to hug all the starving babies and abused women of the world. Honestly though, i see alot of weird stuff in this world and i feel like i can fix it. The only way i can explain it is by paralleling my relationship with steph as a kid. Remember how no matter what we were doing i would always grab it from her and do it myself, be it fixing the vcr or zipping her jacket, even in grade one the family was on their way to stephs first T-ball game, but i did it for her instead. I love Steph, i really do, she's a tough cookie and she see's the world in different colors. She's not dumb and she is so much more than an "anorexic cow" in weird dalmation pants. I love her. So i guess that has changed too hey? But anyways, this want to hug people is my interpretation and living out of the Jesus thing. He was a cool guy and although i am crappy at it, i try to follow him.
Finally, i have a boyfriend. ................... you can take a second look at that last sentence of you have too. Yes folks its finally happened. So take your lesbian jokes somewhere else. I know you thought it would never happened, and truthfully, neither did i. But here he is. He's probably the worlds greatest too. He has travelled and hugged starving babies and he has the warmest heart and sweetest muscles. So hopefully you can all meet him someday and give him the gears.
I think thats the big stuff, other than that i love jeopardy and watch it religiously, i've lost weight, i play soccer still, i read read read, i run, i have a job at starbucks, my car is sucking, i am loving fleetwood mac right now and i'm convinced that i grew boobs because of the chemicals in the meat i ate when i was young. Some food is sooo bad for you.
How was that for a novel.
Love you.
For starters I have begun my university education and i'm not just the weird 8-year-old who sits in her closet scribbling on looseleaf paper pretending to be writing an epic. No, i really do read and write now. I just finished my third semester and i took Womens Studies, Psychology, Introduction to Political Thought, Explorations in Social Work, and English. I won't go into detail for each class but i will give you my highlight and lowlight. (is lowlight a word? it is now) Well among my highlights were some pretty riveting womens studies classes which definately made me re-evaluate and appreciate the women in my family. Has anyone seen North Country? That movie changed me. I guess most of all i have decided that its a bad idea to become complacent with how things are right now and to journey on in life for more opportunities, never forgetting where we have come from. I am really bad at putting life changing things into a few sentences so maybe i will write you a womens studies blog some other time. Something else i really enjoyed was my Political Science class. There i got to pick the brains of a bunch of influential dead guys. Aristotle, Socrates, Aquinas, Locke, Mill, Nietzsche, Marx, and a few more. It was dense stuff but i see things a little differently now. The lowlight was my english proff's voice. MAN ALIVE was that monotonous woman the devil in disguise? She ruined my life a little more everyday with her condescending lisp and bagillion "ummmmm's" and "uuhhhh's". Seriously. (ignore all my grammatical errors, because then the devil woman wins and i lose)
Secondly I've developed this passion to hug all the starving babies and abused women of the world. Honestly though, i see alot of weird stuff in this world and i feel like i can fix it. The only way i can explain it is by paralleling my relationship with steph as a kid. Remember how no matter what we were doing i would always grab it from her and do it myself, be it fixing the vcr or zipping her jacket, even in grade one the family was on their way to stephs first T-ball game, but i did it for her instead. I love Steph, i really do, she's a tough cookie and she see's the world in different colors. She's not dumb and she is so much more than an "anorexic cow" in weird dalmation pants. I love her. So i guess that has changed too hey? But anyways, this want to hug people is my interpretation and living out of the Jesus thing. He was a cool guy and although i am crappy at it, i try to follow him.
Finally, i have a boyfriend. ................... you can take a second look at that last sentence of you have too. Yes folks its finally happened. So take your lesbian jokes somewhere else. I know you thought it would never happened, and truthfully, neither did i. But here he is. He's probably the worlds greatest too. He has travelled and hugged starving babies and he has the warmest heart and sweetest muscles. So hopefully you can all meet him someday and give him the gears.
I think thats the big stuff, other than that i love jeopardy and watch it religiously, i've lost weight, i play soccer still, i read read read, i run, i have a job at starbucks, my car is sucking, i am loving fleetwood mac right now and i'm convinced that i grew boobs because of the chemicals in the meat i ate when i was young. Some food is sooo bad for you.
How was that for a novel.
Love you.
Prelude
Hey all.
Nanny Fran, Pappy, Dad, Jan, Bruce, Midajah, Grammy, Grampy, Marie, Cole, Kieran, Mom, Tianna, Shane and whoever else happens to stumble across this, my cheat of a way to keep you all in the know.
I went for a walk today, to pick up a few books to read on my full week and a bit off and as i was walking home i felt a tinge of guilt. You see, yesterday i picked at random who was going to get a christmas card this year. I don't have all your addresses and although i have so much to tell you, i just wrote 15 hours worth of exams. Soooo i guess this will have to suffice. I've always been alittle patriotic towards handwritten letters, they are a little more romantic. But despite my traditional shortcomings, i hope you will love me just the same.
The world seems beautiful today. I was walking home and a big yellow school bus stopped next to me. A little boy had his face pressed against the glass and he was looking at me. He didnt seem to care that i was looking back. He was just awkwardly placed because he didn't bother removing his bulky back-pack and he seemed tired. Thinking back, elementary school was tiring. Afterall, you only had about 45 minutes at long recess to build a castle and execute a tremendous battle. Then as i crossed the street a little old lady stopped in her boat of a cadillac and just smiled a HUGE smile at me. People are funny, and i am the intrinsic 18-year-old who gets to appreciate it because i have lost my adventerous youth and i havent yet earned my right to smile an old crazy smile at those young whipper snappers.
Anyways, i got my marks back today and i seriously thought that this semester was going to be killer, i didn't REALLY apply myself like i usually do and i pulled off an 80% average anyways. Oh geez. Its funny you know because on my womens studies test, i didnt know a few answers so i just wrote "vagina" and i still passed with flying colors.
Anyways, i hope you are all well and peaceful and happy. I hope christmas is great and i love you very much.
I'll write again soon. So long as you check this crazy thing.
Miss you
Britt
Nanny Fran, Pappy, Dad, Jan, Bruce, Midajah, Grammy, Grampy, Marie, Cole, Kieran, Mom, Tianna, Shane and whoever else happens to stumble across this, my cheat of a way to keep you all in the know.
I went for a walk today, to pick up a few books to read on my full week and a bit off and as i was walking home i felt a tinge of guilt. You see, yesterday i picked at random who was going to get a christmas card this year. I don't have all your addresses and although i have so much to tell you, i just wrote 15 hours worth of exams. Soooo i guess this will have to suffice. I've always been alittle patriotic towards handwritten letters, they are a little more romantic. But despite my traditional shortcomings, i hope you will love me just the same.
The world seems beautiful today. I was walking home and a big yellow school bus stopped next to me. A little boy had his face pressed against the glass and he was looking at me. He didnt seem to care that i was looking back. He was just awkwardly placed because he didn't bother removing his bulky back-pack and he seemed tired. Thinking back, elementary school was tiring. Afterall, you only had about 45 minutes at long recess to build a castle and execute a tremendous battle. Then as i crossed the street a little old lady stopped in her boat of a cadillac and just smiled a HUGE smile at me. People are funny, and i am the intrinsic 18-year-old who gets to appreciate it because i have lost my adventerous youth and i havent yet earned my right to smile an old crazy smile at those young whipper snappers.
Anyways, i got my marks back today and i seriously thought that this semester was going to be killer, i didn't REALLY apply myself like i usually do and i pulled off an 80% average anyways. Oh geez. Its funny you know because on my womens studies test, i didnt know a few answers so i just wrote "vagina" and i still passed with flying colors.
Anyways, i hope you are all well and peaceful and happy. I hope christmas is great and i love you very much.
I'll write again soon. So long as you check this crazy thing.
Miss you
Britt
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