Back to the Daily Grind (Again)

School started once again. I am officially into my second semester as a senior. I only have five months and 18 days until graduation now. Believe me, I am counting down. Don't get me wrong, I will be really sad when it comes to that day and I am sure I will be crying, but I am happy. Currently, the future is bright and I know that I have many adventures ahead of me.

Last week Thursday through Saturday, I went to Dakota Extreme, which is a youth event for the Nazarene youth around the Dakota district. I went with my youth pastor, and yes, I was the only youth from my whole church. It was a great time. I got to see some people that I really only get to see when these events come around. It was also sort of sad because it was my last time ever going to DKX as a youth. However, Scot asked me what grade I was in and told me that I have been in high school forever. Scott (with two t's) reminded me that I am the bomb. (Really, he did.) While I was sometimes alone because I was the only one out of my friends who went, it's not like my friends from around the district weren't there, so I still had people to hang with and talk to.

I also did something a little out of my comfort zone. I tried snowboarding! But, yes, the key word is tried. It was all-in-all a very unsuccessful venture, but at least I can say that I tried. I told Jeremy that if the only thing I got from snowboarding was an illustration, it would be alright. However, I don't know if I got an illustration. (But maybe one is in the processing. I am a "preacher" and inspiration comes in weird ways.) After I gave up on snowboarding being my hidden talent (as it was clear I have no talent at all, but now in hindsight, I think snowboarding would be a lot better if you went with someone who could teach you instead of the rescue guys on the bunny hill and had more time to really learn and practice, like a couple days), I learned how to play Nertz. I am also not very good at that, but it was a lot of fun.

I worked last night and was fixing a lady some lemon honey water. Even though we had no lemon, but somehow we had lemon tea, so that had to suffice. I would also like to add that the only honey is in the breakroom and it is totally sticky all over and disgusting. Anyway, I was taking it out to her and she asked me if it was strong. Then she was hinting if I put in any alcohol. She was like, "Is there any wiskey?" I burst out laughing and told her, "It's not that strong."

I really grow attached to my residents. My mother and I were in Target on Sunday talking to my second cousin (or third cousin, I don't really know the difference is or how you figure that all out, but the point is it wasn't some random stranger). He is a teacher in Aberdeen and I think he teaches first grade. Anyway, my mom was telling him how I work at the nursing home and I get attached to them. He was like, "Well, yeah, because you see them every day, I get attached to my kids, too." My mom said, "Yeah, but Annie's keep dying on her." And Jason said, "Yeah, I don't have that problem."