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terrypurple73Time has an amazing ability to work things around. Or by time, did I mean home? Either way, both have come since I last updated, and I feel remarkably more in control. Last Wednesday, for example, I broke out in tears three times in one day. Three times! First, I help back the tears as I walked to Salvation Army, but after I checked in, I went right to the bathroom and let out some tears. That afternoon, I met with Barb (my advisor), and she knew exactly the feeling I was going through; she asked, "Are you feeling a sense of loss?" And I really was feeling that way about Theresa leaving. I still am, I guess. Things will work out, and I am trusting more that I can handle my workload even without her to guide me. But I bawled in Barb's office. She was really supportive, and seemed proud that I apparently am on top of things as far as my practicum things go, finding a new "supervisor" and whatnot. Later on Wednesday night, I had CLC with Meghan and William, and I was trying to talk about the fact that I keep crying without a reason that I can pin down. So of course, the tears all flowed out again. But they haven't come back since then, and I'm thrilled for that. Meghan and William were very patient and good about all of it, as they had been four days earlier.
I talked to my mom Thursday, and she gave me some good suggestions about a note to write to Theresa. I also talked to Barb again on Thursday about my behind-ness in her Family Violence class. She didn't yell, which was a big relief for me. She really worked with me for a bit, helping me try to pin down what excites me about the class that I might want to do a project on. I wasn’t trying to play the crying card, but I think she knew that Thursday would not have been the time to do any scolding.
I have been good since. Katie and I stayed up Friday night (er, Saturday morning) until four in the a.m. I apparently have contracted some form of her death cold, since I’ve been snuffling my nose and sorely swallowing my throat for the past couple of days. Oh well, what else would I expect when my ‘wife’ is ill?
Saturday night a group of us made what has become a yearly trek to Des Moines for an event put on by Iowa Catholic Peace Ministries; they host a dinner and give out a Peacemaker award every year. It’s a good deal- instead of paying $30 to eat and hear a speaker like all these Iowa peaceniks, all we do is help set up for the banquet thing, serve some water and coffee, and help do some dishes. For that bit of work, they feed us, let us hear an awesome speaker, and then they let us crash at the Catholic Worker for the night! I’ve only been to a few Catholic Workers in my Creighton experience, but the Des Moines one is the most wonderful place ever, in so many ways. It’s what solidified my need to live at SoP, and even more so, the need to decorate my living space with my values, especially if those come in the form of posters from peace events a decade before! J The Worker reminds me that ongoing peacemaking is possible, and that the way I love living is possible for a long, long time. Carla said that she came to the Worker when she was our age, when she was 22. Now she’s 38. We had a party of sorts there, me, Kat, Pat, William, and Caitlin, just hanging out with Frank Cordaro, Brian Terrell, and all these other amazing peace workers that I have a lot of respect for. We heard stories of Brian’s life with the Patriot Act, and we ate donated popcorn from the movie theater while we all talked about ROTC on college campuses.
After we woke up and got fed Sunday morning, my beautiful friends dropped me at the Des Moines airport where I hopped a plane with my backpack, duffel, and a bushel of Death Cramps. Neat. But the plane took me home, where I have been ever since, and I even have new socks to show for it! I got to see the Truempis, and I went to Dunn Brothers with Mary Holdahl. I hadn’t seen Mary in probably a couple years, which has been hard. Hers are the kids I really grew up with, babysitting them regularly from middle school into a lot of high school. Ida, the oldest, was starting kindergarten when I started with them, at the start of seventh grade. Ida went to Selgae’s last month with a boy; she is a freshman in high school.
Tomorrow I hop some more planes with my mom, and we are off to Marquette, Michigan to see the most wonderfulest sister that I have. I’m really, really excited to see Cathy. I’m temped to stay longer than I’d planned on, skipping some peacenik stuff I’d planned on going to in Omaha on Saturday. We’ll see how it turns out. I talked to Cath this afternoon, and she’s so thrilled to have us, and it’s getting me more and more excited.
I don’t know that there has been a lot of substance in this entry, but I also don’t know if I have the energy to find more substance from this past week.
I talked to my mom Thursday, and she gave me some good suggestions about a note to write to Theresa. I also talked to Barb again on Thursday about my behind-ness in her Family Violence class. She didn't yell, which was a big relief for me. She really worked with me for a bit, helping me try to pin down what excites me about the class that I might want to do a project on. I wasn’t trying to play the crying card, but I think she knew that Thursday would not have been the time to do any scolding.
I have been good since. Katie and I stayed up Friday night (er, Saturday morning) until four in the a.m. I apparently have contracted some form of her death cold, since I’ve been snuffling my nose and sorely swallowing my throat for the past couple of days. Oh well, what else would I expect when my ‘wife’ is ill?
Saturday night a group of us made what has become a yearly trek to Des Moines for an event put on by Iowa Catholic Peace Ministries; they host a dinner and give out a Peacemaker award every year. It’s a good deal- instead of paying $30 to eat and hear a speaker like all these Iowa peaceniks, all we do is help set up for the banquet thing, serve some water and coffee, and help do some dishes. For that bit of work, they feed us, let us hear an awesome speaker, and then they let us crash at the Catholic Worker for the night! I’ve only been to a few Catholic Workers in my Creighton experience, but the Des Moines one is the most wonderful place ever, in so many ways. It’s what solidified my need to live at SoP, and even more so, the need to decorate my living space with my values, especially if those come in the form of posters from peace events a decade before! J The Worker reminds me that ongoing peacemaking is possible, and that the way I love living is possible for a long, long time. Carla said that she came to the Worker when she was our age, when she was 22. Now she’s 38. We had a party of sorts there, me, Kat, Pat, William, and Caitlin, just hanging out with Frank Cordaro, Brian Terrell, and all these other amazing peace workers that I have a lot of respect for. We heard stories of Brian’s life with the Patriot Act, and we ate donated popcorn from the movie theater while we all talked about ROTC on college campuses.
After we woke up and got fed Sunday morning, my beautiful friends dropped me at the Des Moines airport where I hopped a plane with my backpack, duffel, and a bushel of Death Cramps. Neat. But the plane took me home, where I have been ever since, and I even have new socks to show for it! I got to see the Truempis, and I went to Dunn Brothers with Mary Holdahl. I hadn’t seen Mary in probably a couple years, which has been hard. Hers are the kids I really grew up with, babysitting them regularly from middle school into a lot of high school. Ida, the oldest, was starting kindergarten when I started with them, at the start of seventh grade. Ida went to Selgae’s last month with a boy; she is a freshman in high school.
Tomorrow I hop some more planes with my mom, and we are off to Marquette, Michigan to see the most wonderfulest sister that I have. I’m really, really excited to see Cathy. I’m temped to stay longer than I’d planned on, skipping some peacenik stuff I’d planned on going to in Omaha on Saturday. We’ll see how it turns out. I talked to Cath this afternoon, and she’s so thrilled to have us, and it’s getting me more and more excited.
I don’t know that there has been a lot of substance in this entry, but I also don’t know if I have the energy to find more substance from this past week.
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Date: 2004-03-09 07:56 pm (UTC)Who goes to Selgae's with a boy? That's so not the way it's done ;)
I'm glad things are going better for you. I can't believe how fast my Omaha trip is coming up. We should talk soon. Give me a call, if you get a chance, once you're back at school, and we can work out details. My mom called today to say she booked a room at the hotel you recommended.
I'll see you in a week! I'm so excited!
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Date: 2004-03-11 01:40 pm (UTC)I'll call you after I'm back to Omaha- I'm in Michigan right now. But we'll chat soon and get things squared away. And we will have fun! Fun! Hooray!
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Date: 2004-03-10 09:00 am (UTC)