Finding Faith in a Random Place

   My senior year of high school was the best year of my life. I absolutely loved all of my teachers and classmates. I had one specific class that actually changed my life. It was the basic Yearbook class. In that class I came in contact with multiple challenges. I learned to the concept of planning and having a back-up plan. While completing a page in the Yearbook I stumbled upon something that was remarkable, my faith.
   I had multiple pages in the yearbook, including the Theology page. I had numerous visions for this page. I thought this page was going to be hands down easy, but as I began it seemed like everything I wanted for this page plummeted. My first idea of having a few words from the priest was a total disaster. I was literally scorned by the nuns and deacons, and labeled as a “Priest Stalker”. I was going beyond for that page. My ideas preceding the priest were worse than the looks I received in the church.
   One day in Physiology I thought of the best concept for that page. I wanted to use scriptures as my number one solution. As I looked up scriptures, I began to feel a burning that I've never encountered in my entire life of going to church. It felt as if everything was right for change. I slowly ignored the original assignment and began reading the bible.
   I attended church every Sunday and listened to the word very sagaciously, but couldn't receive that feeling. I felt at peace when reading and understanding the bible for. Being in Yearbook and working on that page really made me come to my senses. I read the bible for weeks neglecting my other pages completely. I use to feed my teacher crazy stories to why I use to read the bible in class. The bible really rejuvenated my heart and made me rethink multiple mistakes I have made in my lifetime. I continued this for about a week and realized if I keep on I would never find the perfect scripture to really display the thoughts of theology. Yearbook was where I encountered firsthand experience with learning about the Lord for myself. I could really say working on the yearbook really affected me spiritually
   By reading the bible I received a new walk and a new talk. I started to monitor my word choice. My heart had become pure, and my understanding was clearer. I began to put my faith first and allow everything else to follow. Reading the bible was meant to be a necessity, but at that time I took it as an option. I was feeling so guilty for the way I sort of neglected God for my own purposes.
   The bible soon became my drug. I realized the idea of having a few scriptures on that page was a decent one, but I felt there should be some type of explanation to what each scripture meant. The explanations turned in to essays and I was instructed by my teacher, who I really worships the devil, to delete them all. So I was back where I started. It took me a few days to recover. It was like rehab. I was slowly bouncing back. I was thinking of other possible ideas for that page. I had to halt the construction of that page, to clear my mind and not over think, so I used the following week to work on my other pages.
   Being one of the main photographers, while taking club pictures I had the brilliant idea of having a combined church service with one of our sister schools in our diocese. From there, I just decided to take pictures of the church features and the interaction of the audience because it was a school function and very memorable. I uploaded the pictures and looked back on my drawings and found the perfect sketch, I kind of got teed me off because it was like the very first sketch I had ever done. I filled in the empty spaces with brief captions and the introduction to Father Paul. My headache was ultimately over, so I thought. The teacher told me she wasn't quite fond of that page, so I changed the arrangement of the pictures and captions.
    The most nerve racking part of the yearbook was submitting time. My teacher went page for page editing the pages to what she wanted. She told me that my theology page should have been more unique. She halted the posting of the yearbook for that page. I didn't understand the way she changed her mind. Just a few weeks ago she was in agreement and now on posting day she basically says she hates it. I do admit that doing that page really made me closer to God. I just didn't understand how my teacher was so judgmental toward the pages. So I had to redo that page again. This time I prayed for guidance because it was something special the teacher was looking for. So I took a few looks at some ideas, the website we were using, gave us. I decided to make the page into an advertisement, which she surprisingly loved. I was happy that page was over and that the yearbook was finally posted.
   Some may ask, what does this have to do with reading and writing. Well, without this class, I wouldn't have found religion for myself. I wouldn't have read the bible; I wouldn't have opened my mind and heart to Jesus. My spirit was freed, my heart became warm, myself worth was remarkable. I didn't just read to read. I read for understanding. In this class that particular assignment returned me to the base of my faith. The bible itself is true inspiration; I was just appalled to where my faith came. I didn't imagine finding God in school and working on an assignment. With my findings I am capable of lecturing to my kids and grandkids on the idea of opening their hearts and excepting God's appearance in any place. God isn't in just the church, but he is everywhere.

G-Shocks

   In high school the biggest trend were a watched called G-Shock. I loved the colors and the functions of the G-Shock, but not the watch. Everyone, literally had one. The senior at that time were the trend setters and they made them look extremely cool. I didn't really want to pay $200 for a watch, even though it lights up, have an alarm, stopwatch, and tells time.
   One day, My mom and I were walking in the mall and I spotted one of those infamous G-Shocks. My mom is never seen without her watch so I thought she might understand my situations. So I took it upon my self to ask her for one. After hearing my plea she  asked a series of questions such as; Whats so special about the this watch other than the colors? Does it tell time like other watches? Would you keep up with the watch? Why do you need you want this waste of money really bad? She made my change my mind so fast. I really didn't want her to spend her money on something that I would wear like a week and put down or loose it,
   The trend was soaking in, then my mom shook me up in to reality. I'm happy I didn't play into the trend because the next year people wearing G-Shocks were labeled as lames. G-Shocks, watches in general was not ultimately for me. I tend to loose really unimportant things anyway.

I Have to Wonder Sometimes

   I wonder if it is abnormal for someone to be too quiet? I wonder do people think its really something wrong with people who are overall quiet. I know, from personal experience, that I think when I'm quiet. I am constantly in my own world. I cant help it. Its a lot that is constantly on my mind and I have to think. I just end up thinking while other people are around. Do I look zoned out when I think or something because people always ask "Asia, whats wrong with you?" My Blogger Fam how do I avoid zoning out? Is it wrong to be in my own little world? Help Me!!

Real Or Fake.. Take Your Pick..

   Are you a person who talks about people? Are you a person who keeps secrets? Are you an undercover antagonist towards your friends? If so congratulations for being amongst the cluster of  fake invading the earth. I really find it truly disgusting the way people talk about others and deep down in their souls wish to be them or something like them. The attention of guys aren't as important as school work, and waiting until after graduation is not when you decide to "scope the surface". Messing with the people you went to school with and leaving your true friends behind to avoid the well needed conversation, was not the answer. I am truly disappointed in the fakes of the world.
   I wonder where the real people are. I wonder if being real heart throbbing for the fakes. I wonder why people hide behind their mistakes. I want a real friendship. Someone I could tell my business to that I could trust not to tell anyone else. I want a friend who would tell me whats right or wrong not a fake that would just brush it off.
   Can you live with the mistakes you have made long enough to correct them. Could you rekindle the friendship you once had with some one? If you wanted to change I'm sure every one would understand. Being fake is not the answer. Being real with not only yourself, but with everyone else is the answer. Remember people cant tell you what to do. Its up to you to do it. Have a mind of your own. My Blogger Fam, which are you? If you are fake make that transformation to real, by living a real life  .

Family Reunion

Every year I look forward to Labor Day Weekend. Not because that is the first break of the school year ,but because it is my family's annual Family Reunion. We vote the year before for the place for the upcoming year. We make arrangements in advance for the rooms and places. Every year we try to choose a different place. This year we chose Birmingham. I know that's a common place, but our family reunion was never held there. We have been to Panama City, Atlanta, Memphis, Nashville, Montgomery (where the first family reunion was held in my grandparent back yard), and Cincinnati (where mostly everyone stays).
We try to go to a different place and we accept every ones ideas and we as a whole vote.
    Friday evening around six, we will be leaving out of Montgomery because Friday is always Hospitality Night. Saturday we have our family picnic and our volleyball tournament South vs. North for the trophy. Then on Sunday we all wake up in the morning and head to church and later have our annual banquet. At the banquet we have a word of inspiration, honor those who have gone heaven, our elders, and the future of our family. After the banquet we would say our good-byes and headed back home.
   I love my out of town family just as much as I love my in town family. I call and text them like they are here with me. So we keep in touch year round. My agenda for this weekend is definitely my always highly anticipated Family Reunion.

My Job Experience

   My first ever real job was me being a summer worker for Trenholm Tech. I was the secretary for the accounting program. For most of the day I sat on the computer. I played games, read articles on fashion and read the news from the websites. Occasionally I have a few typing assignments, but that didn't take long at all. I processed some student grades and undated some students profiles in the computer. Again it didn't take that long. The professor didn't have his first class until 3. I'll be to work at 7:45 and not have anything to do. Sometimes I did have a to do list ,but that was just copying papers.
      One Day I decided to walk the building introducing my self to everyone on the hall. I, basically, asked if they needed me to do anything I'll right in the accounting office. I told them I copy papers and I file and type. So I slowly received more work, which didn't last long because I finished copying everything, separating everything, filing and typing everything before my lunch break. I had time to go home, ride all the way to Perry Hill Rd. to the best Chappys, and back before the professor came in. So this job was all around OK, but I was bored most of the day. The pay was fine so I was set.

Submit

I just finished submitting my literacy narrative to my instructor. It was the first real paper of the semester. I really didn't notice my extreme case of writers block. I thought that came like later in the year not early. For the most part I think I did well on my narrative. The idea of reaching the submit button was the farthest thing on my mind last night and I stayed up to like one just thinking about an idea and actually typing it out. So I am good. The next assignment is for me to submit the final draft exactly a week from tomorrow. Wish me Luck Fellow Blogger Fam.. :-)