Sense of Purpose

Woah. Prettttty big title. Feeling a sense of purpose. Recently I’ve been struggling with what that really means. If you know me, you know that I quit a camp job working with Special Needs at a camp known all over Michigan and Indiana. I then applied for a job as a Health Officer (nurse) at a camp that works with racial reconciliation.

Why did I choose one over the other?

I feel like a jerk the more and more that I think about it. SpringHill is known for an impeccable reputation of bringing a week of fun and full of Christ centered activities. I hear over and over again that it’s a great camp. It’s also over $600 dollars for a kid to attend camp. Here’s the jerky part…I almost feel like it’s paying for a child’s salvation. woowwww I’m a jerk and deserve a slap in the face. I went to camps like this as a child. I know that everytime I went I was convicted and wanted to change my ways. That’s what camp does. I also wouldn’t be the person I am without those camps but the people that really changed me were family and close friends that challenged me. Camp secludes you from your real life and let’s you take a good look at who you’ve become. As a child, you are developing and figuring out many things like your parents aren’t perfect or your friends don’t care about Christ as much as you thought. Anyway…camp becomes a time for self-reflection and very few can leave without feeling challenged. Now back to $600 dollars being a pretty large sum..

Camp tall turf…I don’t know much yet about it. I know that I’m going to be tackling greater issues than just…Jesus loves me right? Most of these children are from Grand Rapids and we bus them out to the middle of nowhere. Some of them have never seen woods before. Woods! That is where I loved to play as a child. I know I was blessed. I wish the same blessings on these children. I hope to share joy, laughter and love with them. This camp is also on a sliding scale…it can be $20 for the lower income families and their child gets a full week of camp!

I choose this job because I felt a sense of purpose and felt this was where God was calling me. When obeying God, you expect challenges but I did not expect it to come from my family. Changing positions made it extremely difficult for me to go on our family vacation. I don’t think they understand how important this is to me. I find it completely surprising but I also have never missed a family vacation. I do not want vacation to come before my calling as a Christ follower. I can sacrifice this one experience to give these kids an experience of a lifetime.

I hope to update on some of my experiences at camp as I move forward in becoming the health officer.

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christos anesti

Christ has risen. Christ has risen indeed.

So what do we do to celebrate this momentous occasion? We go to Shana Nicole’s on Easter Eve to celebrate.

I was lucky enough to go home for Easter and to catch up with my wonderful friend, Bekah Ann Laret. We went to one of the two only bars of Hollidaysburg on a Saturday night. I saw so many people I would never expect to see ever again or to be honest, don’t really care to see ever again.

I go in…already..two bartenders from my high school. Three people from my neighborhood, three friends of my sister, seven people in the grade above me, my sixth grade boyfriend of one day, two twirlers from the marching band, my spanish teacher turned pro wrestler, one of my world traveling companions, a thirty something year old that is a brother to my sister’s high school friend….need I go on?????

Being in my home town, I had never felt so less at home. It was pretty affirming that I can’t go back. I can’t go to a public place and recognize 75% of them while only remember 25% of their names. I sat and talked with someone for about a half hour knowing that we were in some stupid 8th grade murder mystery musical where the murder occurred with a pencil in his ear (yeah..really stupid…) but I couldn’t remember his name for the life of me…ugh.

Anyway…Bekah knew everyone and was chatting up a storm while I sat awkwardly. Oh central Pennsylvania..I may miss your mountains, sheetz, the meadows, Raystown Lake, and my dogs but I’m sorry to say I cannot return.

Before we left the bar, we went back to one of our good high school friends. We concluded the night with Christ has risen! He has risen indeed. My friend with her Greek background said christos anesti.

Christ is risen and he shall return again. I am not Christ so I feel little obligation to return to my hometown. You have raised me well, Hollidaysburg, maybe in many years I can come to live and enjoy your quirks but for now, I am satisfied and content where I am. Thank you for the choice of freewill so I can freely will not to return.

Truckers

“Yer daddy never warned you about dem truckers?”

Unfortunately…no. Today on the shuttle bus to my car. I had a nice conversation with the bus driver. He mentioned that he used to be a semi-truck driver. The only thing I know about semi-truck drivers is from a show called ice truckers. I brought that up and he went on a rant…He talked about the attractive ice trucker lady..apparently that’s unusual. He moved on to speak how at truck stops there are women that knock on your door and ask if you want company… aka prostitutes. The man goes on to say, “You would make millions, if you were a prostitute! Not to offend or anything.”

Am I offended? I don’t know. He could have said worse things I suppose?…

Let’s Go Pitt!

Well this weekend I ventured back to my homeland of Pennsylvania. I was lucky enough to spend Friday night with my mom who recently broke her leg over the spring break (I’ve been meaning to tell that story but was so thrown by all the sex talk in class that it ended up taking priority…yes I know..I’m a great daughter.)

After a calm Friday night, I headed to Pittsburgh in the morning to have lunch with my high school YoungLife buddies. My high school YoungLife leader is one by the name of Josh Lucas. He’s awesome.

Exhibit A.  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGaXw_Qg_X4

I would also recommend any of jlucas22 videos especially I’m on a Bike and anything with Rusty. (I’m also in a couple if you can find me.) Unfortunately, he announced at our lunch that he’s finally dating someone. In the words of Justin Bieber, “There’s going to be one less lonely girl.”

After my lunch, I hung out at Kevin, Isaac and Andy’s place watching the Jersey Shore reunion. I was very impressed with the civility they showed especially while comparing their tans.

I then walked to my first Glee Club concert!!! Unfortunately it focused on classical music except for some ending Beatles tunes and there was no dancing. The show Glee is all a lie. sigh…I guess I have to realize it’s not realistic eventually. Anyway, I went to support my wonderful friend Jared Wilson, president of the Pittsburgh Men’s Glee Club. Impressive. He is also going to Drexel University in Philly for his PhD. dannggg. If you never knew Jared Wilson, he is the one that originally made fun of my hands, my height, and me in general.  He’s created a wonderful introduction for me…Sarah Gore, she’s over 20 stories tall, she bathes in the great lakes, she jumps from continent to continent, she eats babies for breakfast! (Luckily, I now go to a school where 5’10” is normal) This is the essence of our relationship..

I headed back to my friend’s apartment for the PJ party. I didn’t feel like going to my car to get my PJs soo I was lame. We played some drinking games, danced, and I got to meet some of their friends and even Kevin’s girlfriend! Kevin and I were very tight in high school so I was surprised at this tidbit of information. I’m glad I got to catch up with these awesome people. The party was like any typical Calvin party. I was asked a lot about why I didn’t have a cup in my hand. Apparently that is very unusual. I played my share of drinking games but I had long drive in the AM. Erin unfortunately had work at 7am but that didn’t keep us from staying until 2am. We got to chat a little before we went to bed. She’s sooo amazing. I miss her.

Morning: I headed to Starbucks to see my younger friend Haley. We played in the marching band together. I can honestly say I would not be close to the person I am today without her. We got to catch up and we swapped some stories.

Last but not least…I had lunch with my old youth minister, Chris. He got horrendously lost and met me an hour after our arranged time. haha oh well. We chatted for a while. He’s getting his masters at Pitt Seminary right now and working at a winery. Pretty awesome to me. We talked about denominational differences and political assumptions in the church. He’s given me some amazing references for almost every job I’ve applied for. (Sorry I’m getting sappy…) He’s been one of the most influential people in my life. I did enjoy the waitress’s seizure-like reaction when he asked for some dessert to take home to his wife. eh…what can you do? People will make assumptions if a girl and a guy go out.

Anyway, I’m now safe and sound in Grand Rapids. I have Chicago this weekend…there are almost alwayyss interesting stories that come from a weekend there. Can’t wait!

Let’s Talk About Sex.

Yes…I knew that would catch some of your attention.

Well if you don’t know, I’m in nursing school. I just began my OB/GYN rotation. oh joy.

We experienced orientation this week. It consisted of watching some very informative films. The first of which was titled…The History of Birth. Conclusion: It was a nightmare and will haunt me forever.

Ever wonder how the birthing process has changed over the years? Well, let me enlighten you.

  • They used to crush bed bugs and put them in your vagina to stimulate birth. They also thought blowing scented smoke would be helpful…sound pleasant?
  • There was a belief that the uterus was an unattached organ that could travel around in the body. It was thought that when it bounced around inside the body, women became hysterical.
  • Men used to be forbidden to witness women give birth. Apparently, a man dressed up as a woman in the 1800s to be able to watch. He was discovered and burned at the stake….
  • They also showed all the wonderful tools they used to use to get a baby out when it was stuck with some nice ominous organ tones. They were trying to set the mood I suppose.
  • Last but not least..the dreaded forceps. The routine procedure began to use chloroform to knock out the mother and just pull the baby out with forceps..

 

Anyway…The next video is the one we’ve been waiting for…Vaginal birth.

Let me sum it up for you: There’s a lot of screaming, moaning, and pushing. The vagina opens obscenely large for a baby to be pushed through. The husband was quiet and horrified most of the time. The absolute worrsstt part…after the head was out..the doctor looked like she was tugging and pulling the head in every which way to get the baby out. It was seriously disturbing but finally the baby was out and crying…sigh of relief.

 

next video: health assessment on a pregnant woman.

Cool things: figuring out the baby’s position from feeling the belly

Gross things: just anytime I see the speculum…I kind of freak out. If you don’t know what that is…

Your worst nightmare

 

Luckily, I have never had to experience one before…I think you are supposed to have regular visits to the gynecologist once you turn 18…woops. I’m not too upset.

 

Last but not least for our OB/GYN orientation: Sexual Education!!!

…which consisted of us talking about how we should talk about sexual education with clients. Pretty boring. Oh well.

 

Thanks for sticking through some of these wonderful subjects. I’m sure awkward moments are going to arise during this clinical rotation. I look forward to sharing.