Spring has Sprung!

Happy Spring! Honestly it is kinda weird to say that in March but hey when there are multiple days of 65+ in a row I believe the statement is deserved! Also happy belated St. Paddy’s Day!! Hope your day was full of gold coins, celebrations and Irish dancers! We have had a CRAZY weekend and are slightly sad its over (ok maybe its just me who’s down in the dumps) but this year was for sure one of the best! Saturday we danced in a smaller parade and on stage with my favorite band the Elders and let me tell you that was one of the most fun nights EVER! And when we were off stage we were front stage…what? Yep mom and I fist pumped in a mosh pit to some Irish rock. Normal? Nope. Fun? Heck ya!

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Tuesday was the one day a year we can walk around in full wig and skirt without being look at weird….not. The amount of people trying to take “sneaky” photos of me and running away was comical. But hey memories right?! Anyway we danced in the Kansas City parade (5th largest in the country if I do say so) and then partied it up with some family friends that are more family than friends! St. Patrick’s day has become more than a day to wear green and party it up, it is a day to share talents as entertainment, be with friends, and celebrate or heritage.

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Today I’m back in normal clothes and make-up and have an interview with a home for recovering woman. Fun life is over back to work (err volunteering?). Ugh. But hey sunshine ahead!!

Sending you love, hugs, and much sunshine!!

Molly

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Period 2

It’s a freezing cold Monday and though I am trying to break myself of an extreme coffee addiction I pour a cup and grab a breakfast bar and jump in the car REALLY wishing it was a snow day. Across campus I trudge reminding myself how fortunate I am and to count my blessing, not disregard them as punishments.
Good Morning Ms. Lopez!
I say as I drop my dance bag off knowing I won’t see my house until at least 7:30 that night. Up 2 more flights of stairs to Adv world lit where I sit torn between modernism and post modernism. The man who teaches the class has a DR in law and in education, so he argues the points back and forth with himself opening it up to the peanut gallery with 15 minuets left. There are a whole lot of questions and very few answers.
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On to Period 2 back down those flights of steps and to Spanish. From the moment I walk in that door until the moment I walk out no English will be spoken. Oedipus Rex is left at the door right next to a pile of “OMG!s” and “did you see her tweet?! I mean my gosh!”. Silence besides our little esponal teacher explaining and unknown concept in another language. And that is when the knot comes. The one that pulls tights against my chest and overcomes my whole body. I tense up and start scribble lists down.
The list grows and grows and all that happens is I get more and more overwhelmed and all I can think about is that bag packed in the corner. The one that is keeping me away from home but yet brings me so much relaxation. All day I struggle to go and teach dance or go home and study and do homework. Finally when my list has exceeded the length of my paper I text my mom having her make the decision for me. Honestly what would I do without her? I knew what her answer would be, I knew what I should do but I just couldn’t make the call myself. So home at 5:30 and doing homework until 11. And in 6.5 hours I’m waking up to do it again.
But tomorrow I plan to leave the trudging at home. I will leave the idea of doubt in bed. The knot that consumes me on the daily will be tied in a bow and left in place of my uniform. Tomorrow I will ace the morality test. I will understand the subjunctive. Geometry will not pull my hair out. Tomorrow I will find the good in my education and be proud of the stress. I will acknowledged the grounds I am receiving the gift of schooling on and I will pray for women around that world that someday they may trudge and doubt and sit at a desk doing hours of work on top of the hours of school. Because I am fortunate to experience it now I pray they will complain one day too.

Gratitude

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With the holiday season in full swing we are either (a) stopping to appreciate all we have or (b) quite the opposite, taking it all for granted. With myself it depends on the day, but today I am so grateful for all I have. Everywhere I look there is something to be thankful for. What started me on this was that I was assigned to be in charge of my first hour’s adopt a family. For you all who don’t know what that is, it is a program where you can pick a less fortunate family who can not afford Christmas and help them by buying what is on their Christmas lists. Every first hour in my school was assigned one person and as a whole we adopted 19 families. How awesome right?! My class was assigned a 39 year old mother who wants nothing but the necessities: socks, pants, sweaters, a jacket, and a blanket. Wow. Now I will admit I, of course found a way to stress out about this and have taken away from the beauty of this. I have found myself hounding my classmates for their moo la and pressuring them to get it in before it was due so I could get the shopping down with. Ummmm not what I think this project is about. Even as I am writing this I am stressed because I am shopping tomorrow and I only have half the money I need, which I should have expected since I am dealing with 14 and 15 year old freshman. Anyway I am writing this to remind myself and you all to take a second and thank God for something, even if it is just for simply letting you wake up this morning. Some people didn’t wake up and some aren’t able to walk the streets as a normal person and many are suffering in your own backyard. I highly recommend adopting a family this Christmas to carry on the true meaning of Christmas, Christ’s love for us.

Hugs and love- Molly