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alliwallison
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Interests: People, acting, SPANISH, sweet tasting things, making people happy, reading, singing, being dramatic, practical jokes, dancing, SALSA dancing, large and brightly colored sparkly things, being crazy whenever possible
Expertise: Making myself look dumb due to total lack of common sense, being loud, dancing unconsciously in public places, finding nifty things on bargain racks, not sleeping ever, rubber banding flip flops together, using scotch tape, superfast drying superglue, and staples to fix ANYTHING, laughing.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  ducttapecuresall
Member Since:
2/27/2005
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| Wow. Xanga has changed a lot since last time I used it!
So, I don't think anyone is reading this, and I kinda hope not. But in any case, as I have been attempting to answer or find something like an answer to big questions, I remembered I had written extensively about God-things, experiences, etc. on here and came back and was reading through them.
And it...it was so restorative. Like, the entries here are priceless, because they're like little pillars that people set up to remember God working in the OT and such.
I don't know how I got to where I am. Or if I was supposed to, or if it was necessary, or just me screwing up, or what, but I have forgotten SO MUCH.
So many basic truths I used to trust. So many events, so many ideas, so many basic, simple simple things that I just forgot. Or they got smooshed.
I don't know HOW I got here.
It was very necessary and good. I'm sure of that. It was a complete breakdown and reevaluation of what I believe and why I believe it. It has lead to solid evidence, assurance, and like, just simple real proof for faith in God/Jesus and the Bible and what they say. It has lead to a huge shift in my understanding of what life is and is about and is going.
Now, that TOTALLY does not mean I have the answers, or any answers, to all the questions. I so don't. I will very much and very emphatically admit that right now.
Anyway.
I need to take some time and write out all the ways I've seen God work, no doubt, so I can remember them as I did with the ones already on here.
There are so many. I've been really good about not seeing them, and/or not recording them.
But oh my hell. The way that he continues working even when you're distracted or on the wrong track or not paying attention, it's just....it's just ridiculous. That happened. And it's ridiculous. But I guess that's also one of the big things that is helping me understand how I am and how He is.
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| Another job? As an educational assistant and ESL support for 3&4th graders? Vamos a ver.... Interview tomorrow at 8am. | | |
| Many times in life, I don't trust God. At the moment, however, as I watch things unfolding, I have to be impressed with the way he's had things planned.
For example, I grew up in Sturgis, which just happened in the 20-some years of my life to be the site of a burgeoning Mexican population.
I also happen to be made to be rather ok with languages. And to have "accidentally" ended up in the Contemporary Mexico first year seminar through a series of strange computer non_workings and losings of important papers until the last minute. That happened to include a trip to Mexico. That class happened to be one I'd've NEVER taken had I known of the extra costs involved, due to my inability to spend money most of the time. Furthermore, it happened to be an honors class, and I happened to be made to be an excellence obsessed middle child who had the grades to be in the honors program.
That class happened to cause me to fall in love with Spanish and Latin America so much that all I wanted in the world the following summer was a Spanish speaking job. And I ended up changing my major. And I got a Spanish speaking job through the coincidence of my father going with a group of doctors to Maria's and chatting with the owner.
This job helped my Spanish love and learning of the culture and language grow greatly for the next two summers. The owner/my boss ended up being the one I went to, through a brilliant idea of my sister's, to acquire free gift certificates for a free meal for all of the students in my current delinquent but lovable class of English learners as an incentive for attendance.
In addition, due to a little essay Sarah Miller wrote about me in a Spanish class, her professor ended up nominating me to participate in Women in Business, which I believe was a clincher on my resume to help me get my current jobs interpreting and teaching English. That, and the one month opening the pharmacy here just happened to have which just happened to be on my J-term break on a J-term I happened to not need but DID happen to need money and a job. Thus resulting in an interpretation job to put on my resume. Both being VERY helpful in getting my current job. In addition to the teaching job a friend of mine from Ecuador was offered but, due to a class that just happened to be only offered at the time she'd've taught and only that semester, she couldn't teach. And we happened to be in Ecuador to gether and have become friends and she happened to offer it to me. And they happened to let me do it 3 times.
Furthermore, I have wondered why the crap I'm a white girl who loves latin music, Spanish, and latin culture. Why my love language is overwhelmingly physical touch, a key component of latin culture. Why I love people and relationships a lot, another key component of latin culture. And it just happens that, at this time in this country and in this very city, there are huge issues with latin people immigrating here and needing help learning english to make a better life etc. etc. etc......
In addition, I find it very conducive that I love to learn, for being an interpreter requires much work in learning about new things you will be interpreting about and need to have some knowledge of, as well as learning new vocabulary. But that's fine with me. I also find that a flare for and love of drama and not minding looking silly is ridiculously helpful in teaching. As is loving relationships.
And it's just interesting that I ended up back here and got a job teaching English, with another woman with lots of experience to observe no less, as well as a job interpreting all because of a can of garbanzo beans AND the friendship of the cook from my first Spanish speaking job......
Funny. Funny how that works out. And really, that's only the half of it.
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| I think soon my xanga may discontinue. Facebook and my cell phone are becoming my primary means of long distance communication. And really, I talk to pretty much any of you who read this via those two. But, for the time being, here's Allison's sitch if ya don't know. I'm teaching English to Mexicans and getting paid for it. I really like it. It was a total God thing that came about through a very opportune craving for garbanzo beans. I also just got offered a part time interpreting position. And I hang out with high-school kids at summer school in the mornings to help them w/ summerschool stuffies. Esp. the latino ones. I love those kids. I've got a side baking business. :) Ridiculous, but yes. It's jest fer fun. And people actually pay me to bake. I suck at business though and haven't the heart to charge enough to make a decent profit. I need a manager. I've found a lovely place to dance here, and am making dancy acquaintances and connecting with the larger salsa community of Michigan. :) YAY! All in all, God has blessed blessed blessed me. Teaching is quite challenging, but it's good. Total God things here. All of them. Love to you all. What's going on with you? | | |
| One upon a time, poor Justin tore a tendon in his back, as well as being the victim of vicious back spasms due to the very non-back-friendly machine at Wible Lumber where he works. On a Thursday, he began to feel pain in his upper back and shoulders. On Friday, it was worse. On Saturday, it was worse. Sunday, it had eased enough for him to visit Sturgis. But on Monday, it was far worse than ever before. Justin ended up in Sturgis being checked out by a doctor, and then at the Colberg home..where he may be at this time. However, he was hilariously incapacitated by the heavy pain medications he had been given...and began to find EVERYTHING funny. His speech began to slur, and he could no longer pronounce various words correctly. He may now be somewhat incapacitated, pretty tipsy on pain meds, and rather giggly, residing in a nice puffy chair in our living room.
I'm sorry that his back was in pain, but this was worth seeing. :D
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