weekly journal to keep in the practice of communicating through written word in preparation for writing in the PR world.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
journal
Well this has been an interesting week! I started my first internship on Monday. First day my new boss showed me around the building and introduced me to all sorts of people. She showed me my new office with my own little desk and computer and chair and all that. She took me to the storage rooms where i collected a notebook and pens (I accidentally collected red ones-oops) and sticky notes. I learned about all the stuff stored in the room and what its used for. She showed me the kitchens where there is free coffee and little debbie snacks (because somebody also works at McKee foods as well as United Way). That's real exciting! The first day I listened to my new boss talk about her horror experiences in the PR field. unfortunately I kept going cross-eyed while she talked because I;d pulled an all nighter the night before and listening was literally physically melting my brain-I swear. I thought I'd die before she quit telling me stories. It was interesting, really, but I could not focus to save my life. The second day I spent two hours facebook stalking the people who had liked out pages on facebook. well, that was great. This is my job, this is my life, this is what I do, facebook stalk people so that I can specifically target my advertising towards them and "rig" people of the week choices strategically. What am I doing with my life? Good Lord. But anywho, It was enjoyable-I should complain. Today I researched what involved in designing and creating a christmas parade float. YAY! love my job/internship. who the world gets to do all these wonderful things? :) Happy day!
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Week 3
Alright well today has been interesting, perhaps divine? I don't know that today merits "Divine" but Jesus interacted in my day I guess you could say. That or connectedness and good luck out the wazoo... who knows? Any who the first thing that comes to my mind was that Wednesdays are my busy evenings when I don't get to eat dinner because I have class straight through. Well today a girl from 3rd Simmons last year sat next to me in Marriage and Family Class and I remembered her name (miracle of miracles) and classification. She gave me her donut. She said she doesn't like donuts but always buys a coffee and doesn't feel right wasting the money so she gets a donut to give to someone along the way to class and tell them that Jesus loves them. Well the person she chose on the way to class today rejected it...awk. So she gave it to me. yay:) yummy:) Well that was kool. but I was still stressed because my roommates had an awful week and I hadn't got my side of the room clean for roomcheck and on top of that, I needed to call my two internships. Well turns out the T.A. just handed out a study guide and let us free for that hour so I was able to come back and clean and call my internships. YAY! I was able to get ahold of the internship that I really wanted and the Lady told me she was interested and would call back Friday. Fingers crossed and prayers whispered! Had lunch with Taylor, Kaitlyn, and Mitch today. Watched Youtube videos for a long time in the PCSU. Skipped Theatre Class. Got locked outta the room and had to sit on the bench outside cross for a good long while. I think that was Jesus. Ran into Naomi and talked with her. Then got let in. I was invited to IHOP-KC this weekend. It would be kool, but moneyyyyyyys. And time. I dunno....we'll see. I might. It'd be Jamie, Lorien, and maybe Caroline and I would get to see Sam there. It'd be kool :) Well decisions decisions decisions. We shall see. It seems like a good week to perhaps :)
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Assignment 2
Welp, what a week. It's been good, real good. I'm learning things. I'm learning how little it is that I know. Truly. But that's okay. It's seemed to be this similar downward spiral for sometime now. I'm not shocked by my slips while trying to claw myself to safety...rather I'm sliding. Right on down. a sick pleasant smile on my lips. I don't even bother with... things. I'm going. I'm being. Cause life has never waited on me.It's not supposed to really. I'm not made to dawdle, or sit behind on the curb as it beckons me come. But I'm behind and that's the situation I'm in and I'm not for certain how to leap from here to there. It's not so simple as just doing. It's a mysterious maze between here and there. And though I'd like to be lifted and placed from here to there, it cannot be, for there is no thing with which to move me. It is not. So I am here, and I should be there. I am lost and searching is fruitless. There is no clue. I don't know what they mean anymore. And so I stare. A lifeless glaze. This character has no story, no life, no background, no attachment to my heart, as the reader. I can't recognize her. Not I don't-I can't.
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Above is the line where I left for class-Marriage and Family Planning-and left my dear writing to appease my professor, other students, and most importantly the attendance standard. I'm always grateful when I go. We talked much of "love in action", which has always been the definition by which my name has been defined to me, and rather then labeling such "charity" we labeled it grace. But we still had a separate definition of the term. We called grace "unmerited favour". Interesting, I'm quite accustomed to the particular definition but had never internalized such significance. Favour. a favourite of mine. For someone to favour me is strong and means much to my particular being. I desire to be favoured I do believe. I want to be preferred. Such is my inner being. But to be desired and wanted when circumstance and reason dictate otherwise is a powerful powerful thing I do believe. Any woman wants that. Perhaps even every woman... but at least any. It seems my notion is deeper than I, and attached to my gender-my biology- not my deepest feelings, not me particular. That all doesn't matter though. I no longer desire to write on this topic perhaps I shall conclude my thought (or rather develope it) at some later time. But perhaps, and mostly likely not, as well. Good day, Fairwell, So long, Today.:)
Journal entry length:Complete.
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Above is the line where I left for class-Marriage and Family Planning-and left my dear writing to appease my professor, other students, and most importantly the attendance standard. I'm always grateful when I go. We talked much of "love in action", which has always been the definition by which my name has been defined to me, and rather then labeling such "charity" we labeled it grace. But we still had a separate definition of the term. We called grace "unmerited favour". Interesting, I'm quite accustomed to the particular definition but had never internalized such significance. Favour. a favourite of mine. For someone to favour me is strong and means much to my particular being. I desire to be favoured I do believe. I want to be preferred. Such is my inner being. But to be desired and wanted when circumstance and reason dictate otherwise is a powerful powerful thing I do believe. Any woman wants that. Perhaps even every woman... but at least any. It seems my notion is deeper than I, and attached to my gender-my biology- not my deepest feelings, not me particular. That all doesn't matter though. I no longer desire to write on this topic perhaps I shall conclude my thought (or rather develope it) at some later time. But perhaps, and mostly likely not, as well. Good day, Fairwell, So long, Today.:)
Journal entry length:Complete.
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