I've Come a Long Way.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014


Today in my lab I looked at a sheep's brain.

When I was in the sixth grade, we were supposed to dissect a chicken wing. My teacher just bought some chicken wings from the grocery store, and in science class we dissected them and played with their tendons and stuff.

And by we, I mean NOT me.

Because I was grossed out and I think I also tried to find some moral dilemma in the whole thing (#KatetheDramaQueen).

In college (round 1), we had one morning we could go to the gross anatomy lab and see a cadaver's vocal folds or throat or something.

I conveniently felt sick that morning (Our professor didn't make it mandatory).

Today I looked at a sheep's brain.

I've come a long way.

You mean I can't wear sandals all year?

Monday, August 25, 2014


Today I had to find some flats at the Walmart.

Because apparently my wardrobe is NOT lab-friendly (I'm actually not too mad about it).

My Southern-missionary wardrobe is comprised mainly of sandals, as far as the shoe department is concerned. Black strappy dress sandals, brown dress sandals, a pair of Birks, a pair of Chacos, a pair of Tevas...I also have a pair of heels and a pair of tennis shoes (for hitting up the gym with students).

In the "winter"? In Florida I wore sandals. Or some Toms. In Georgia I got to wear boots. Or Toms. Which I wore out, so they are gone.

I had a pair of old tennis shoes...they were the only shoes I took to Slovakia this summer. After 3 weeks of wearing only tennis shoes, my toes were so happy to be free in sandals (and the tennis shoes were happy to hit the dumpster).

For lab I needed closed-toe shoes...and I just can't rock the soccer-mom-tennis-shoe look yet. As much as I'd like some, Toms aren't especially budget-friendly so knock-offs from the Walmart it is!

God is teaching me humility.

My Life as a Series of Netflix Documentaries.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Lately my biggest dilemma has been what to watch on Netflix.

I am blessed. What a great, simple dilemma to have!

I found new favorites this year...

From "Jiro Dreams of Sushi" to the 30 for 30 "The Price of Gold" to my perhaps all-time favorite, "Blackfish", the possibilities are endless.

What to watch?

And yet it's actually kind of a problem.

My desire to always make the "best" choice when scanning Netflix sometimes leads me to not making a choice...for too long! So half an hour later, I'm finally ready to watch something...when really  I should be in bed or better spending my time somewhere else.

The biggest thing I've noticed since being home is that I have been watching a lot of TV and not reading very much. On campus I felt like I never watched TV because I never had time to, so I savored the moments I did (it's the little things in life, really). Now I feel like all I do is watch TV.

So I think I'm instituting a no-TV on Sundays so I can truly rest and spend some time remembering who I am.

Because my life should be more than a series of Netflix documentaries.

I've Become THAT Person in Your Class.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014



After I transferred schools, I ended up having a lot of non-traditional students in my major-specific classes. And I loved it! Those women were so sweet and reminded me of my mom when I was far from home. They were kind and encouraging, and I admired them for going to school while trying to raise their kids well. They were juggling schedules in ways I could never imagine. And while I'm sure it was hard on them and their families, they knew it was a short-term sacrifice that would help the family long-term.

And then sometimes I would have a non-traditional student or two in my class who was clueless about anything technology related.

I'VE BECOME THAT PERSON.

I had to hold off on turning in a paper in my lab today because I DIDN'T KNOW MY EMAIL ADDRESS.

I went to the library on campus, and I had to write down my login and password because I can't remember it. And then in my class I looked at my little sheet and thought, "Well, maybe my login is my email...but I'm not sure..."

It was. I've become that person.

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I'm also in denial that I'm a student because today I used my old kombucha jar to make cold brew coffee and I made imitation Starbucks syrup.

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Also today I remembered winter is a thing here and I almost cried.

The End.

To Give You a Future and a Hope

Sunday, August 10, 2014



One week ago I was frantically scrambling around my apartment.

As a result of living in 5 different states in the past 6 years and not living in the same apartment for more than 9 months at a time, I've become too familiar with moving. I've become much too familiar with moving by myself. Sure I have the occasional friend pop in and help with a couple boxes. When I got to Statesboro I had a great crew bring up all the stuff out of my car in under 3 trips. It was beautiful.

So when my family volunteered to come down to Statesboro and help me pack and move I graciously accepted. I didn't realize how overwhelmed I was until I didn't know how to let my mom help me pack up my room. And then the next morning I realized I was so used to being by myself that I thought, "Okay, we'll go to 8am mass and then pack the car. We'll be done by 10." I completely forgot that my parents and brothers would want breakfast.

Which led to us my dad and brothers packing the car as 10:30a mass let out. Not a detail I thought much about, but since my apartment was above the parish office and my car was in the crowded parking lot... I quickly realized that the whole church would be watching all my belongings get piled into my car while I ran around in athletic shorts and everyone walked out of church in Sunday mass clothes. Not my finest moment.

When my car was packed and my parents drove off, I saw my empty empty room. I went downstairs into the chapel I prayed in everyday I lived in Georgia. I thanked Jesus for a great year. And I cried. I left the chapel and I questioned, as I often do.

I wondered. I felt my angsty, teenage self come out. I thought, "I have finally found a place that feels like home, and I'm leaving. I love the people here, and I'm leaving. I want to live here. Why am I leaving? Why am I leaving my friends? Why am I leaving the culture I love and want to be a part of? Why does everything have to be hard? Why do I always have to move?"

And tempted as I was to become angry and bitter with God, I was given a grace. I answered my own doubts and insecurities. I prayed. "God, your ways are not my ways. I know you have a plan. The Lord gives and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord."

He has given me a future and a hope. Do things make sense? No. But I'm choosing to trust in His promises.
 
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