September 6, 2006
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potentially non-stop ramble
ever find yourself thinking about some great post you've just got to get on xanga but by the time you have a moment to sit down, it is just gone..?
earlier today i realized that i've not posted much real here lately and figured it was time for a good, honest post. (not that anyone cares, but that's ok--xanga is as much for my own venting as anything else.) but the day went on...classes, homework, running into random people on campus, crazy & unbelievably frustrating zoo at home...and my mind is far from what i'd planned on writing.
well, let me start with this--i go in tomorrow for my first day as an "intern" at the international institue of akron. scary. i'm an intern. sounds v. strange to me. it really isn't a big deal though. not a lot of hours at all and assuming i ever meet with the girl who is kind of running the program that i'll be working with, i think next monday (when it really starts) will be a lot of fun. i hope, anyway. don't think i mentioned on here--i'm going to be basically running 2 of the 4 days of an afterschool program called ASPIRE. a group of ESL kids from the school(s) in the area.
hard to believe that this is all really happening. not only the internship but graduating. i have 13 1/2 weeks left of under-grad classes.
and after that--i'm sure i've mentioned this--i'll probably be taking off the spring & summer then going to Grad School the following fall. the two main schools i'm looking at right now are NYU and the U of Pittsburgh which has an entire Linguistics department. not something you see very often.
i'm also half-considering about a million other things--other than grad school--but grad school is safest and if i'm being completely honest here, then i've got to admit that i'm more than just a little nervous about the future.
what happens if i turn out to be a really awful ESL teacher? or i hate it for some reason? what do i do then? become a copy editor for some little town company? better yet--work at the akron-summit county public library as a shelver for the rest of my life?? yeah.
thinking about all of that leads more towards what i was wanting to write about earlier today:: when i think about my future, it seems a natural thing to then think about my past as well. four years ago i was a high school senior (is that right??) with a lot of ideas, hopes and dreams for my life. more important still, i felt like i had a purpose and a reason. i believed in something and i felt like whatever happened, God would be in control.
...and now?
well, continuing on with that whole honesty thing--i don't know what i believe anymore. i really do want to believe and i wouldn't exactly go so far as to call myself agnostic or anything like that but i...i just don't feel like i know anything anymore. that, more than anything else, scares me a whole lot.
i've tried to pray. i've tried to read the bible. i've tried the devotional thing....but i guess i just feel drained. nothing left to give, no motivation to be the good little girl who goes to church/bible study 3 or 4 nights out of the week. tired of trying to be perfect.
is it possible to get burnt out on God or "religion"?
maybe that's it. for about 5 years of my life i spent the majority of my time trying to live up to certain expectations and now that i don't feel any sort of obligation, it's like i can just relax. i don't have to worry about guilt for falling short...i can go out with my friends and have fun and know that i've got sunday morning to sleep in...
i don't know.
who am i and how did i really get here? there are a million things i could blame and i've talked to people about all of this but i just...don't know.
pray for me?
well, tomorrow is gonna be another long day: 8am-7pm pretty much non-stop. i guess i should get some sleep.
peace--
Comments (2)
wow. kristina. i had no idea that you were going through some of these things. your honesty just astounds me. and i know that's corny to say , but it does. i'll be praying for ya, and just know that even when we fall away from what we know is right, no matter how far we may fall, eventually we fall where we belong, into His arms. He brings us back. i know that sounds cheesy, but it's true. call me sometime. i miss you.
of course i will pray for you.
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