Speeches

At the end of every week, my students have to give a speech on something they did that week in my class. Since we just finished a week, we also just finished a round of speeches/presentations. At the end of class some of the students folded their written speech into a paper airplane, took it home, or gave it to me. I thought I would share a couple of the speeches. You can laugh and be in awe of my students just as much as I am. [Be warned: I have a a lot.]

TITLE: Dumplings

Dumplings are traditional Chinese food. They’re very delicious and healthy. They can make people strong.

If you are not Chinese, I can tell you how to make it. First, you make rice become flour. Then use some flour to make some wraps and pinch them until they are very thin, wow! Dumpling peels. Next, you put some meat, chives, cabbages, and eggs, and you can make a raw dumpling. Finally, you can cook them or stir-fry them, now you can eat the delicious food.

Many years ago, only Chinese could make dumplings. But now, many people can make all dumplings. They can make a lot of different kinds of dumplings like Dim Sum, Ravioli, Gnocchi, tortellini and Samosa. There are some cheese in it.

The dumplings can be many shapes. You can make it like rooster, Nian and football. They are very beautiful.

In Spring Festival, you can eat as much dumplings as you can. If you want to eat raw dumplings, Yes you can! But you mustn’t eat too much. If you eat too much, tomorrow, you well have stomach ache.

By, Simon.

This was probably the best written speech I had. Simon is from DT Club (Elementary-ish) and is moving into DT Elite (Middle School-sh) and has never learned (from DT) how to write. This was his first time as far as we were aware. I was so proud of him.

TITLE: Apple

We did a funny experiment called APPLE. Miss Beth is the greatest teacher in the world, I think. She use learnt plays idea to teach us APPLE.

Ding-Ling, Ding-Ling!

“Study time!” Miss Beth said.

“Hooray!” Everyone ran into the classroom. We looked at Miss Beth, and Miss Beth looked at Miss Beth.

“Hen, Hen.” Miss Beth took 25 cards and said, “Today we are going to learn about apples.” Then, she gave us her cards. We read her cards and spelled them. It is different than DT Club. DT Club is just playing and playing. That will be a bit bored.

I think have one day, I will go to DT Elite to enjoy my life.

By, Tiger.

Tiger is both a performer and a studious student. He never plays the games in class, but instead pulls out his other homework. I often have to make him STOP studying so he can relax and be a kid. When he gave his speech, he said a lot more than what was written. He acted out the whole thing and tried to change his voice to mimic mine. I absolutely loved how he told the story of what happened on his first day in Elite. I’m happy I got to be his teacher for that.

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On Monday a “blonde chick” teacher is standing in front of class. That teacher surprised me because she is so funny, everyday she give us a surprise. But my favourite day is Monday. She teach us gravity.

We go to DT Club yard to play this game. and we drop balloon on Miss Beth’s nail hat. After this game Miss Beth is all wet, be we are happy.

By, Coco.

Coco is my best friend (although we haven’t gotten to forever yet). We play tickle wars (and I lose). She is so sassy and fun to talk with. What’s particularly funny about this, is I tried teaching her the American slang use of the word “chick” (referring to a girl) and she used it as an adjective rather than a noun. I laughed so hard. I also accidentally taught them the British spelling of the word favorite. It just didn’t look right without the ‘u’ in it.

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The first time I saw Miss Beth was Monday. I was so surprised to see a Michigan state person teach us English. Her hair is Blonde, eyes are blue. She is a beautiful woman.

On Monday we played a game called gravity, in the game uses water balloons to fight Miss Beth if you wanted to fight Miss Beth. You needed to klimb the ladder and say “gravity!”, and you could fight Miss Beth.

This is the best game I ever played.

By, Tina.

Tina is a twin, and she and her sister are the cutest. I think it’s funny how she said they “fought” me with water balloons. All they did was drop them on top of me. Haha. (Also, I don’t know if she actually did spell “climb” with a ‘k’ or not.

TITLE: A New Game

In this week. I met a new teacher and new friends in my class. We played a new game. I know a very famous scientist, Sir Isaac Newton. He found gravity. We played a game about gravity.

There’s a nail cross the hat. Our teacher Miss Beth wear the hat and sit under the Ladder then put the waterballons down. The balloon explode. The water came out.

This new game are very fun. And we learn a lot of things.

By, Kimiko

This speech warmed my heart more than anything. This class is SO quiet, so I’m happy she made new friends. I’m having such a hard time communicating with this class. They don’t talk to me and they don’t talk to each other. I’m thinking about just having a day where we don’t learn anything, but just hang out. My sister just sent me a bunch of conversation starters for them. I even brought in a music playlist to have a dance party while we cooked and ate dumplings. ALL THEY DID WAS SIT AND STARE AT ME. I was like, “Girls! Come eat.” They just sat there like they had never seen chopsticks in their lives. But a few them stated in their speeches that they were having fun. Hopefully I’m doing something right. Before I start everyday, and before I start every class, I ask God to help me teach them like how Jesus taught his disciples.

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On Tuesday, Miss Beth told us to use apple to make a story like this: There is a man, and his job is to sell fruit. He has a fruit stand. One day, a beautiful lady wlaks by. She buys an apple and falls in with love the man. Soon, they get married. But, the lady has a baby apple. The apple is big and red. The lady and the man grow the apple. Next year, there isn’t an apple tree, but there is a lovely girl. She has black hair and white skin. Everyone likes her. The lady gives the girl the name “SNOW WHITE”.

By, Amy.

An activity I had the kids do in class is take all of the apple vocabulary words (26) and try to draw a story using all of the words. This was one of those stories. (I cannot tell you how often they made Snow White and Sir Isaac Newton get married. Haha.)

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One Tuesday Miss Beth help us draw a fun story. Our picture is one day snow white, is make a apple juice apple pie—And snow white is find one worm and she go to a fruit shop by a seets (<– seeds), make a new farm. A five years ago, (I think it’s supposed to be five years later) Sir Isaac Newton come, and one apple is down on the His head, and He find the Snow White say, “The apple is down my head.” Then the snow white pick a apple give a Sir Isaac Newton, They are happy! These day we are happy, and the Miss Beth is happy too.

By, Mike.

The stories are so crazy! Mike is such a good kid.

TITLE: APPLE Slices

Monday was a fun day, because we ate apple slices! Miss Beth is a really good teacher. she gave us 27 apple slices. each person got 3 apple slices, and we had chocolate and peanut butter. It was so sweet like a candy apple! I put in my mouth. It was delicious and little bit salty, but I like it, because I like chocolate and peanut butter. I like apple slices every much!

By, Koya.

Koya is a hoot. The chocolate she is talking about it Nutella. Most of the students didn’t like the Nutella or the Peanut Butter or the Caramel they had to dip their apple slices in. It was either too salty or too sweet. I’m happy one of my students liked it!

TITLE: Planting Apple Seeds

On Tuesday we plant apple seed. Plant seed need special thing, that is moss. We put apple seeds in moss, and put some water in moss. When all thing done, we will put all thing in a bag.

The last thing I will tell you is this teacher is so fun.

By, Claudia

Claudia is one of my favorite students! I met her before summer camp started and she won me a stuffed animal from a crane machine. She is one of two students who wrote about preparing apple seeds for planting.

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My favourite things in the lesson was eating the “Dumpling”.

In the Dumpling sauce was ‘olive oil’ ‘garlic’ ‘onion’ ‘tomatoes’ ‘salt’ ‘pepper’ ‘spicey pepper’ and cilantro. We ate the “Dumpling” with chopsticks, it was so good!

By, Joshua.

“Spicy Pepper” is cayenne pepper. (Also, I just realized I taught them how to spell spicy wrong…. oops.) Eating and the water balloons was everyone’s favorite activity.

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I am so excited because we make dumplings! It so delicious. dumplings have many different kind. You know dumpling is my favourite food many teacher love it too! JT like dumpling very much! How can we make dumpling? First we make some jams. We take olive oil garlic onion tamatoes salt pepper spicey pepper and Cilantro poot all together and cook it. “Smell so good!” children said. Then we cook dumplings. Now most excited time start. Now we eat dumplings! Great! All the childen are happy! I did not eat dinner. My got! So delicious! Have a good day!

By, Sam.

Sam is so funny and his spelling errors might be funnier. Let me lend you some translations: Tamatoes = Tomatoes. Spicey Pepper = Cayenne Pepper. Poot = Put. Childen = Children. I’m happy he tried though! There was a lot of words he crossed out on his paper until he found the proper spelling. He never asked me how to spell anything (which is probably wise) and tried it on his own. I’m so proud of him.

TITLE: fun day

Every day. In the evening I will go to DT elite summer camp. I love Miss beth’s class. Because it is fun!

In Miss Beth’s room we made apple trees. ate dumpling….. I loved making Indian Curry Dip. because it is so so so yummy!

I help May put Cilantro in the Indian Curry Dip. Selina helpped May put tomatoes in the Indian Curry Dip! and many people put in many things: olive oil. Garlic. Onion. Tomatoes. Salt. Pepper. and spicey pepper.

“Oh!!! it is delicious!” I said, I like Miss. Beth’s class! It is fun.

By, Alice.

Honestly, the more I see ‘spicy’ spelled as ‘spicey’ I cringe and feel ashamed. Haha. Alice is sweet. I’m happy she enjoyed eating. That’s everyone’s favorite thing. They love it when I tell them we’ll be cooking in class.

Finally, here is the last one. The ALL TIME favorite activity.

TITLE: “GRAVITY!”

In this week, we do a lot of things. but my favourite just have one. it is — gravity.

That day we are talking about apple, have one and is “Sir Isaac Newton” so Miss Beth talk the deed of Newton, but somebody didn’t know gravity, so teacher let everybody to go garden and do this experiment: one teacher sit on a chair under a ladder, wear a raincoat and a cap with a nail.

So teacher tell me get a waterballon climb on that ladder, and let water balloon fall and shout “GRAVITY!” so fun!

That was amazing! I hope we can do more experiment like this at next week.

By, Oscar.

Oscar is another favorite student. He is always talking and disrupting class. He makes the hour fun, that’s for sure.

While all of the students wrote about similar things, it was all from their perspective and so cute. One girl, Ada, described the water balloon popping as a water flower. And Leslie winged his speech without writing anything. He was so nervous but did so well, and at the end of his speech, unsure of how to end it he said, “And finally, our teacher Miss Beth is very beautiful. Thank you.” Then he rushed to his seat. I think I had three students who didn’t give a speech because one of them had a broken ankle, another was in Hanzhou for the week and didn’t have anything prepared, and the third got really sick to his stomach thinking about standing in front of everyone. All in all they did well, and I was/am so proud of them.

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Dreams Do Come True

Do you remember my first blog post, when I mentioned my goals? I really achieved maybe one of those short term goals, and I really haven’t achieved any of the long term ones. HOWEVER, I am one step closer. I still have a year of college to go until I graduate, which also means I have a year to go until I move to China, but I can proudly say that I am writing this in Wenzhou, Zhejiang, China. I am interning at DT Club, having the time of my life. I have laughed a lot (admittedly gotten angry a few times), and successfully haven’t cried yet (though, I did want to at one point). The Lord has rested his hand on my shoulder and lead me to here. It is not a mistake, it is a fulfilled dream.

Shall I lead you through everything step by step?

“Elizabeth, I am incredibly interested in your life and what you’re doing. I love living vicariously (mostly boringly) through you and what you write, but I am busy. I do have a life outside of the few blog posts you remember to type out. Please, do try to keep it short.” (I’ll admit, I imagined this with a posh upper state New York voice.)

Fine. Short it is.

The plane ride was fourteen hours. I took the whole flight with a stranger who quickly became friend and soon roommate. We sat in a McDonalds in the Shanghai airport laughing and crying while trying to play card games for nine hours. We arrived in Wenzhou shortly after, and leaving the airport, stepping outside the doors onto actually ground, not another tiled flooring was like stepping through the door to my house after a fourteen hour car ride from Oklahoma to Michigan.

You know that feeling, surely. You’ve been sleeping in a hotel bed or one of those springy cabin beds at camp for a week or longer, and you can’t wait to get home to your bed. You walk through the door of your house and all you can think about is sinking into the memory foam under your cotton sheet and allowing your head to fall into the three pillows and five stuffed animals lining the headboard. At the same time, you are so excited to tell your family about your vacation that you don’t want to go to bed. You don’t know what to do so you kind of talk in circles and you don’t even know if your awake anymore. (No? Just me?)

That’s what it was like.

Everything I had ever seen in the dramas, been told by my teachers, and dreamed of for three years seemed to collide all at once, and everything I had prayed and begged God for, eagerly seeking after, was real.

That night, my new friend and I were thrown into meetings and work. DT didn’t waste time introducing us to classes and getting us teaching. I experienced little to know anxiety, pushed myself into stores alone so I could practice my Chinese (since I can only talk to the students in English), and enjoyed every minute.

Funny stories:

1) A girl leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Is your hair made of gold?”

I said, “Yes! It’s blonde.”

“Your hair is so pretty. I like gold. It looks like my dog.”

2) I kneeled down in front of a table of girls working on their discussion questions and asked, “Do you guys need help?”

“Yes!” the girl in the middle said.

“What is it?”

“Is your hair real?” All the girls leaned in. (Because blonde hair is so real, it’s important that they know.

“Yes, it is.”

They all gasped. The middle girl said, “It’s so pretty!”

Needless to say, my day was made both times.

What else should I tell you about?

Even now, my host family here are speaking in Chinese (Wenzhou dialect) to each other. I love it though. This is all the exposure I have been craving, and I am now receiving it.

“Did you experience any culture shock?”

Not really! I was a little surprised that they don’t flush their toilet paper. It’s taken me the week to get used to that. (OH MY GOSH IT HAS ONLY BEEN A WEEK.) I’ve been doing a lot of lesson planning, and trying to get my homework done too. I have loved the crazy, maniac like driving. Crossing the road is like a hit and miss. (Hopefully miss. I would hate to get hit.) I have really loved every second. Like I said: It was instantly home to me, and there has never been a moment when it hasn’t felt that way.

Here are some pictures. If you want more specifics let’s create some dialogue!

We were so tired after all of the plane rides! It was exhausting, but we powered through smiling, laughing, (and sleeping).

This was my first 包子steamed bun. It was delicious. Although my kids made fun of me for eating it before dinner, since it’s a breakfast food.

Here are some of my kids and I. I have no idea where we’re at. They gave me a tour around Wenzhou. We got on a bus, got off and ended up here and played some fun claw machines. (Also, I am guilty of talking to them in Chinese. But they talked to me in English, so it’s okay, right?)

Here is a night city view from my friends apartment. (It’s not that good, but it’s what you get. Although, the view from my new place is MUCH better.)

Here is this lake a few of my friends have been swimming in everyday. (I have not. They swim laps, and I like to float.) It is by far the most beautiful place I have been. It looks like a blue lagoon of sorts. (I think this is the first place I also heard someone call me a 老外 foreigner.

This is where I had 火锅 It was delicious delightful food. Also, I ate pigs brain! I ate a few other things too, but I don’t remember much. I was too busy drinking have a container of apple cider and two bottles of water. (I only ate from the spicy side.)

End of Junior Year

I’m sitting here drinking a blueberry iced tea (my new favorite drink) eating a blueberry muffin that is definitely not gluten free. (Dang, I sound like your stereotypical college girl blogger.) For the sake of the blogathon challenge (which I ended up losing), I was going to recap the month of April, perhaps I still will, but then I realized that it isn’t just the end of April, but it is the end of the semester, the end of my Junior year.

To recap: At the end of the last semester, I labeled it as the worst semester of my life. Now, at the end of this semester, I can say this was the best semester of my life. Partially because I don’t remember much from Freshman year, and partially because it was genuinely a good semester. For example, I realized the other day that I didn’t cry during this semester, except for the one time I called mom about Spanish. It was a “I didn’t cry because I don’t cry” but more of a “I didn’t cry because nothing gave me a reason to cry.” And trust me, I was stressed out enough several times to cry, but I would take deep breaths and remind myself not to worry about what I can’t control because ultimately I know God is in control.

Monday (April 30) I had four exams. I didn’t finish them until 8:17pm and I didn’t get back to my room until 8:30pm, dropped my stuff and went straight to Walmart. When I got back I looked at all the money on my desk, counting and recounting the coin, and said, “I don’t know how I’m going to pay for this weekend.” I could feel my chest tighten, I was beginning to see all red, and then I just shoved all my money–cash, card, and coin–to the other side of the desk and said, “The weekend is five days away. For now, Lord, I praise you. You got me through today. We did all the exams. We did and for that I say Hallelujah.” I sat down and started watching TV.

Even now, I’m done with all my exams, and I am still expecting favor from the Lord on grades. He is good.

And my God will supply all your need according to his riches and glory in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:19

I came across this verse in the beginning of the semester. I don’t know exactly when, but I know it was early on. I read that and wrote down all of my needs in the margins of my Bible. I wrote them as close to that verse as I could get them. Today, I have crossed off every single one.

Praise the Lord, for He is good.

Language Number Three (Four?)

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As most of you know, I love learning languages. In high school I learned American Sign Language. In college I designated Mandarin as my minor. Last spring semester, God told me to take Spanish my Junior year of college. Here I am, now, second semester of Junior year, and I have never been more motivated to study it, BUT it hasn’t always been that way.

Last semester, I honestly treated Spanish as a joke. (Now, before all you Spanish lovers get at me, God has really changed my opinion of Spanish.) I never studied for my quizzes–failed all of them. I never studied for my exams–miraculously passed all of them (except for the final…). And I did decent on all of the homework. I think I passed the class with either a C or a B. I don’t remember.

This semester! I came into this semester so ready to fantastic in Spanish and do just as good on the quizzes as I did on the exams last semester. I was ready to be a winner. And I was on the quizzes! but on other things? NOPE. BIG FAT NOPE. I failed so horribly that I cried to my mom and my Spanish professor after almost every exam. I wanted to drop the class and never come back to it. The reason I didn’t drop the class was because I believe God told me to take it.

I was conflicted though. I have yet to get an exam grade above a 68. (And trust me when I say it had dropped drastically low at one point.) Then I was talking to a good friend and he pointed out to me the end of Hebrews chapter 11. The entire chapter is the Hall of Faith, and it is telling us readers all about why people of the Bible are considered faithful. It gets to the end of the chapter and it basically says: Oh yeah! And there are like a million other people we can’t name, but they’re faithful because they were beheaded, set on fire, and crucified. (stated in my own words.) My friend was like, “That sounds horrible! But, they’re considered faithful because they were obedient. What do you want to be considered faithful for?” I knew instantly that I couldn’t leave Spanish class. I had to push through.

That didn’t stop me from constantly asking God for revelation though. I was always praying about it! Then one day, God was like, “Look! I need you to have a steady foundation in languages so that when your books are translated, you can assure that the gospel themes are not translated out of them.” I was amazed and have worked hard after that.

I had two exams this week and my final is next Monday. The first exam this week was an Oral Exam and I got an 84. I’ll let you know on the second one when I get the grade back, and I’ll for sure let you know about the final.

That’s been my journey with Spanish. I love it.

It’s Killing Me

I feel like Alice falling down the rabbit’s hole, and it is a long way to the bottom.

The lady in front of me is tall. Her hair is white from both age and stress. Clearly, at this moment, she is the rabbit. Although, these halls are so familiar, I feel that this is my hole. Everything from the waiting room to the computer in the small alcove are all mine. I have them all precariously placed on the ledges of my hole, distant memories begging to be reviewed. Everything is about to crumble.

I see me, about seven, twisting and turning in the green and gray patterned chair, stalling on the next math equation my uncle is begging me to finish. I’ve been doing school in the waiting room for so long; I’m tired of playing with all the toys set out for kids ages two to five. Aside from my sister who is too young to care, I am the only one who hasn’t been allowed to see Grandma. I have been told what she looks like, but I can’t imagine her with tubes hooked up inside of her.

I want to drink the elixir that makes me shrink. If I could disappear I would, but I turn right, following the rabbit’s quick paced steps. To the left is that computer and straight ahead is the nurse’s station. To the left of the desk are two halls I’ve been down a hundred times. I close my eyes and remind myself to breathe. I don’t remember drinking any shrinking potion, but now it feels like my lungs can’t or won’t expand to their full capacity. Now I want to eat the cake and grow. Right now I would give anything to grow to climb out from this place.

We are at the nurses station. Please, turn right.

We turn left.

Please don’t take the right hall.

We take the left.

I am led into the ICU. There is no secret key I have to retrieve or keyhole I have to climb through. The rabbit steps right up, and the doors open at her presence. The place smells heavily of antiseptic. I want to tuck tail and run.

“Here we are,” says the rabbit.

I wish we were late.

I see me in my black turtle neck. (I hated that shirt.) I pause in the doorway, not sure if it is safe to walk in. There’s the tube in her throat, and she is barely aware of what is going on around her. None of the descriptions mom gave me before could have prepared me for this moment. The moment my lungs stop and my heart can decide whether to speed up or to slow down. I’ve skipped to the end of the book, and before me is the jabberwocky.

“Hello, Grandma,” I say. She turns her head toward me, and she moves her mouth, and a frog croaks instead. I grab her hand, and rub my thumb in circles. Her skin is wrinkled, bruised, and feels like velvet. I look up and smile. “I love you too.”

“She was t-boned,” the rabbit says. “This is her second time being in a coma, and she doesn’t want to be revived. She doesn’t want to fight to live.” I muster my strength and respond back in a controlled voice. The conversation is short. It is clear I am eager to leave. The trauma of being in the hospital for eight years struggles to resurface. The memories try to cave in and burry me alive.

I am relieved once I leave the rabbit hole, this not-so-wonderful land

Let’s go back….

Elizabeth:

It’s a little to get sappy, but I was just thinking back on the summer we graduated. Summer of 2015. Honestly, that has so far been the greatest year of my life. I was motivated and doing things. I was routinely taking my vitamins, running outside (almost) regularly. We went on our first vacation by ourself in another state. That summer I was so happy. I took on the world that summer. We both did.

I dunno. I still am. I still can. But now, I just feel a little less motivated.

A lot less. Everything has fallen so perfectly into place, even with the hardships. I’m so thankful for everything God has done in my life. He has blessed me so much, and I know Hew will continue to do so. But now I don’t feel like I have anything to work hard for. The world has already been conquered. There is no Sherif for me to fight, no poor to give back to. Naturally, I want to si I’m lost, but I’m not. I know what God has called me to, but I don’t feel like there’s much to do if, anything to reach that now.

I’m just kind of really restless.

I want to go back to 2015 and feel that rush of excitement and success as we go down the highway in your sketch van with John Farnham and Ed Sheeran blasting through the speakers. If just for a moment, I want to feel that rush again.

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Abby:

I get that. I dearly miss that summer with all my heart. But it’s normal to feel restless. I know that’s a cliche thing to say that doesn’t help much, but it’s true. Feeling restless doesn’t mean you don’t still have adversity to face and opposition to conquer, it just means you’ve gotten used to it. You’ve gone through the training period, like in all those movies where the hero trains, and is finally ready for the battle. You’re ready now to face what’s been planned, so look forward to that. There is still so much unknown and I’m very excited to see how you excel in everything God throws at you.

No matter what age you’re at, it’s easy to feel restless. I think what my friend said applies to all of us. There is still so much unknown that God has yet to reveal to us for us to adventure into. Don’t give up.

BREAKING NEWS

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*Trips on the red curtain as I move to take center stage* Quickly catches myself and straightens the imaginary crown on my head. *waves fancily* “Hello my lovely readers and strange narrator. Here is a quick recap of what has happened since we met.” *crickets from the empty audience* “Haha! Of course I’m not really going to talk about the past three months. More like the past week. Let’s get started.”

This is week has been disorienting as heck. I had some intense spiritual battles Monday and Tuesday night (nightmares and dissociating) and I’ve been scared to go back to sleep since. So what have I been doing? Binge watching Parks and Recreation. *naturally**as one does* ALSO I–the healthiest person alive–have a cold. I feel betrayed by my own body. It’s kind of annoying, but whatever. It’ll end soon.

I’ve barely been getting my posts up for the blogathon, but I have done them. I think I have missed one day. If I’m wrong, correct me. I’m not upset about it though. I’ll be happy to buy Tae dinner. Which, speaking of Tae, he redesigned his blog! Go look at it! I’m about to go do that. He’s amazing and if you’re interested in travel, you need to read what he’s writing about.

I finished another book. (It’s actually a book I bought last weekend on my birthday.) The book is Ryan Higa’s How to Write Good by (you guessed it) Ryan Higa. It was actually really good and inspiring. I’ll put a review of it up eventually. I’m about to start another book Autumn Princess, Dragon Child by Lian Hearn. It is the second book in the series The Tales of Shikanoko. Look forward to another beautiful cover.

Monday will be the start of dead week. (It’s crazy to think I have two weeks left before I move into this most beautiful mansion.) Surprisingly, I’m not stressed at all. I know God has things under control. As I keep reminding myself, His ways are higher than my ways, and His thoughts are higher than my thoughts. Already two classes have ended. I’m studying hard for Spanish, and I should be studying more Chinese. Things will work out. I trust God.

Keep me in your prayers as I will keep you in mine.

I love you all! 么么哒!

I was tired. Okay.

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I have been so busy this weekend, it never even crossed my mind to put up a blog post yesterday. What was I doing? everything.

My parents were in town for my birthday. They drove down from Michigan, and spent Saturday and most of today with me. It was a lot of fun. We went to IHOP for breakfast, and then while they went to visit family I went to this ladies conference at church. They picked me up and we stopped back at University. I was able to walk them around the building where I take most of my classes and show them the library. My TULSA Best Friend met us by the IT desk to say hi, then we went to Barnes N Noble. It had been a while since I was in there so I felt like I could cry. I got two new books.

“Elizabeth…. Why? You aren’t reading the ones you already have.”

Yeah, your right. But I will read these ones, and hopefully it will get me into reading more books. I’ve been in a horrible reading slump, so I think this will help me. I’ll put a post up about the books soon.

After Barnes N Noble, we went looking for Goodwill. Unfortunately, we didn’t find it. Instead we found this place called “Quality Thrift Store.” It had a lot of nice clothes. I think I got around eight shirts for $50. On top of that, I found out that every Sunday their clothes are half off, and every Monday their clothes are $.99. Long story short, I think I found my new favorite place to shop.

Once we checked out with my clothes haphazardly thrown in a bag (the cashier didn’t even fold them), we went to this restaurant called “Louis Bar and Grill.” Not gonna lie, I was a little worried about the place on the way there. We drove through this really sketchy town, and the outside of the building was poorly lit. The sign was nice though. It was this lit up, cursive sign. So we parked and went inside. The place was crowded. Packed. We told the lady there were three of us and she told us that it would be a bit of a wait. We said that wouldn’t be a problem and all went to the bathroom. The moment we came out the lady was like, “Father.” **Not really. She called my dad’s name.** We were seated, and they brought our drinks, and brought our food. Everything was done in a timely manner, and it was actually really classy. The waitresses were really nice. To top it off, they had gluten free crust for their pizza! Then we went to Walmart, and I got pants. **Yay! PaNtS!*

So that was that. And then today they went to church with me, which was a lot of fun. We went back to Walmart to get some other things, and then they left. They took some stuff from my room with them too, because I didn’t want to have to store it over the summer.

All in all, this was the best birthday ever.

Thank you to all the people who were a part of it and made it good. **Insert sweet emoji** (Because I normally avoid my birthday.) So this was special.

Welcome to 2018

I’m not going to bother much with a recap of the year. You know most of it by now anyway. I made new friends. I lost old friends. I made even more new friends. I cried. I laughed. I learned a lot from God and my school. In the end, here I am still alive, still kicking, ready for more.

To be honest, I haven’t done much planning or vision casting for 2018. I’ve been focusing on spending time with my family and enjoying them as much as I can. My plan was to just roll with whatever comes my way, continuing to love God and grow closer to Him. Since Thanksgiving break, I just came to the conclusion that I only want God’s love and I just simply want more of Him.

Therefore, the resolutions I quickly came up with are mostly abstract and can be interpreted however an individual wants. Please feel free to join me in them if you do so desire.

1. Learn the daily act of worship.

As I was praying about this, God said, “Keeping your room clean, is a good place to start worshiping me daily.” It brought me to the question of are my actions worshiping God?

2. Pray for a specific person every month.

I got this idea from seeing a post somewhere that said to pray for my future husband for 21 days. I thought that was a good idea, but decided to take each individual month to pray for a specific person. January will be for my future husband and then February I will pray for another friend.

3. 1 Thessalonians 4:9-12(KJV)

Out of this passage, I understood that for me I need to love everyone, study to be quiet, do my own business, work with my hands, and walk honestly toward everyone.

4. Chinese – I don’t necessarily know what this looks like right now, but that’s alright. I have a page idea for my bullet journal to help me learn more Chinese.

5. There is a fifth resolution, but I’m not sure what it’s suppose to be. A friend recommended I make it “To drink more tea.” I figured why not, so I’m going to try to drink more tea this year.

What are your resolutions? If you need someone to help you stick to them, just let me know. I’m here. As the cliched saying goes, this will be your best year yet. God is always with you. He will never leave you nor forsake you. I’m always praying for you all, my dears.

With much, much, much love, Elizabeth from 2018, new and improved (or about to be).