January 2013
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Mark Wagner Sings 'Shes Beautiful' With A Camper →
Seriously the biggest reason I want to be a musical guest at a camp someday.
November 2012
2 posts
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Finding Out Why.
I wrote a post a few months back called “Coping With Changing Dreams”, all about dealing with the fact that when you are young, you sort through a lot of options. You think you’ve found the one that makes sense, then that one is taken away too. Well, I am now okay with not becoming a doctor (even though, get excited, I’m passing Biology this year). I’ve decided to...
February 2012
3 posts
Playing The Part That Was Written For You.
I play in the orchestra at my church on Sunday mornings and Wednesday nights. We have the standard “Stand Up and Greet Someone Around You” time, where all the people who came in late can sneak in and get a seat without being Judged. Our band director and piano player is an incredible musician, and outstanding arranger. He wrote a short, 1-minute interlude piece to play during that...
Being Unintentionally Organized.
I pride myself on being a perfectly unorganized person. If you need proof, just look in my room. I know where everything is, whether it’s in the closet or on the floor. Organization isn’t a priority for me. As far as I recognize. But I’ve noticed something lately. I find myself being unintentionally organized.
Take this blog, for example. Writing a blog is fairly new to me, at...
Dealing with Patronization.
I have this concept, that I unofficially named the “Boy Scout Complex.” It’s probably best illustrated using a story: I’m in the Civil Air Patrol. For the sake of not running on and on, the best simple explanation I can give is that it’s the Auxiliary of the Air Force that does Search and Rescue missions, and trains cadets to become members of the Armed Forces later...
January 2012
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Coping with Changing Dreams.
For somewhat my whole life I’ve really wanted to become a doctor. I watched the surgery channel on TV when I was 3, and used a mirror to watch the doctor put stitches in my head when I was four. It also runs in the family, with 2 sisters-in-law in Medical School, and at least 4 medical professionals in my mothers immediate family. It seems like it’s the natural course for me to take....
