Showing posts with label . drama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label . drama. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

You can't make everyone happy-You are not Nutella.

You guys, I finished biology and English.

I know!!! *This is where you applaud*



  It has been one of the longest, hardest school years of my life. I spent many, many, many, long hours hunched over a laptop or sitting at my kitchen table smelling brain smoke. My eyeballs have felt like they were on fire from all the work mean-old-me was making them do. I'm sure my teachers are excited to finally stop receiving five e-mail's from me, per week.

  Last week was the academic award ceremony/graduation of the seniors. It was long and I was ready to go home, take of my bra and make-up, curl up to do some Facebook stalking. The redeeming factor was the little stack of certificates and a ugly plack.

  ....... Honor Roll
   Chapel Team....
.....Peer Tudor..
     ....Student of the Year...

It was a satisfying feeling to stick those in my portfolio.

When the buzz-buzz of alarm number three went off the next morning, math was the first thing on the "productive agenda". The math that I got seriously behind in, and will be doing for the next month or so. And even though my teachers told me nice things, and I was given congratulatory hugs, and I had a nice stack of papers; you guys, I felt like a failure.


 A very stupid failure.
Someone who didn't get a single top grade.
Someone who abandoned her French.
Someone who was the stupid child who would never graduate high school, all because she didn't get her lazy butt to do Algebra.

  And I invited those stupid lies into my heart. I let them hang out.
And let me tell you, they made themselves very comfortable. And they called in their friends.

I'm not going to go into the gritty details, but it wasn't a fun place.

 You guys, I am not the very-stupidest-person-to-ever-crawl-the-earth.
I am not a failure to my teachers.
  I am a hard worker, who's high standards are my demise.
I am a valuable and loved child to my parents.
   My friends believe in me, and don't dwell in my flaws.
Most importantly, I am perfect and complete servant before my God.

 What about you?

Are you the "disappointment child"?
The "ugly duckling"?
  The "worst friend ever"?

No. You are not. You are not to lost, to wrong, or to 'whatever' to change the world.
Your demands of yourself may be working against your design from God. Now, I'm not saying dedication and perseverance are wrong or bad. I think these are some of the most important character traits to develop. But if you are like me, and let lies sneak in because of this, hear me.
No good can come from listening and believing lies.



Remember- we are works in progress in God's timing. Not our own.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

5 ways to avoid embarrissing situations

  1.  Get out of the habit of saying, "Bye, I love you!", when you get of the phone. Or you end up like me in 7th grade, on the phone with a boy saying..."Okay, sounds good. Bye, I love you! I mean, no, I don't love you. I mean, I like you but I don't love you, but I don't like you like that you know, and okay bye." Supper, supper embarrassing.
  2. Always eat well when you are taking long car rides. Look out the window. Try not to get car sick. Because you don't want to end up washing vomit out of your hair in a gas station bathroom. After you barfed out the window while going 70mph on a highway. I'm not even making that up.
  3. Hold in bodily functions during long silences.  Third grade me was taking a summer ballet class with a bunch of middle and high school students who I looked-up-to-oh-so-much. When all the sudden a l-o-u-d, g-r-o-s-s, ripping sound comes from my general direction. 
  4. Know when people are coming over to your house. Lets get one thing straight- I don't do too well in the morning. I'm not very friendly in the morning. So when I drag myself down stairs, wearing questionable attire, make-up smudges all  over my face, and crazy morning hair pilled atop of my head, I really don't want to answer the door. Especially to the 17 year old boy that I need to test for my science project.
  5. Don't put big globs of peanut butter in your mouth!! Scene- All the winners of a short story contest sitting around a table eating lunch. One by one, we go around the table talking about of story to this author who is eating with us. My pea brain- 'Elissa, there are two people before you have to talk. Have another few bites.' Now that could have been fine if I had soup or something. But no; of corse I have the supper natural, gloopy, thick, peanut butter with a hard whole wheat bagel. I take a bite. I start to chew. Only to find that there is absolutely no way that bagel with peanut butter is going anywhere. But you know- you can always run out of the room, spit it out in a garbage can, rush back in, and begin to talk about your story.
Trust me on these. I speak from experience.


-Elissa
Question- What are your most embarrassing moments?

Sunday, October 19, 2014

2 feet + 2 bone caps = Bad News

   Dear Jayna & friends in blogger land-



NOTE: This post is going to be about........drum roll.............Feet!! If that totally grosses you out, you might not want to read on. But don't worry; I wont be showing any pictures of toe nails coming off. ;)

 So you made it mast the gross introduction, ignored the fact that I haven't written in a month, and are sitting reading what I have to say. Thanks!


To begin my story:


  In April and May of this year I started having some pain in my calf/heel area. It wasn't bad, but it was obnoxious. It increased as my rehearsals got more and more intense, and was really painful after doing any foot movement. I wrote it of as achilles tendonitis from overuse, and that after the show in June it would be fine. Babying it outside of dance, and icing it fairly often was my plan. BUT, then summer came and went and it still wasn't totally better. Frustrating.


   
  Went to see a PT, PT sent me to orthopedic surgeon/ podiatrist and said it is a impingement in my heel. Basically, a little bone that sticks of my bone is rubbing a lot and is mad. It's supper inflamed and irritated. So now, I am completely benched, stuck applying cream every morning and every night, icing three times a day, and going to physical therapy three times a week. So no Nutcracker for me this year either. Agggggggggg. Can you just feel the peace oozing from me?





  So here we are with painful feet, no Nutcracker, and no physical activities. After I had auditioned, gotten cast, and learned my parts I was told no. Called into the dance center office and told no. No Nutcracker, and no dance. Hopefully it will just be for a month. But it still is obnoxious.


  So here we are sitting with Nutcracker withdrawal symptoms. Again.


But I am learning how to be at peace. Learning the importance of grace. Learning the dangers of jealousy.  I wish God could have just been like, "Hey Elissa, experience my peace, live with grace, and don't let jealousy come close to your heart. And I love you." But no, He didn't.


  But I will learn. Learn the importance of  having faith in something bigger then myself.
But that also means learning how to fully feel the not-so-peaceful things.


          Love,
                     Elissa


Question: What has God's grace looked like in your life lately?
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