A Wish Became Reality

As many as my blog followers/readers know, I did an internship with the Department of Defense Education Activity (DoDEA) in Arlington, VA in the summers of 2009 and 2010. What many of you may not know is that going into the internship in 2009, I did not know what I wanted to do after I graduated college and that at that time I was only a broadcasting major. I had yet to decide on a minor and I had no knowledge of what a double major was.

While at my internship I was exposed to a whole side of broadcasting that I had yet to be exposed to in college. While Northwest has a very “hands on” broadcasting department, I felt like the internship exposed me to a more professional world. It also exposed to me the world of public affairs. It wasn’t until 2010 that I was able to do more in this area, but I had the opportunity to work with two Public Affairs Officers who had unbelievable stories when it came to their jobs. At that point I knew without a doubt I wanted to figure out a way that I could somehow work in the public affairs field.

When I returned back to school after the summer was over, I went to my advisor and added journalism as a second major. I had set a goal before entering college that I would graduate in 3.5 years and in order to still accomplish that goal and manage to get into public affairs, I would have to add journalism instead of switching to public relations.

In September, my Mom and I were shopping at the Independence Mall when we passed Build-A-Bear. At that time they had come out with the “Camo Bear.” I made a comment about it and of course my Mom asked if I wanted one. Even though I insisted that I didn’t, into the store we go to build the bear. You would think the most embarrassing part of building this bear would be being a 20 year old building the bear for myself, but instead it was all the silly things they make you do to the bear before you can put it together. For example: pick a heart, rub it in your hands to "warm it up and give it life", jump up and down, twirl around, make a wish…

A little over a year ago I had been graduated from college for a few months and finally landed a job with the National Oceanic Atmospheric Administration. Of course when you say that to people they think it is the most awesome thing in the world. Don’t get me wrong, I was and still am very thankful to have had a fulltime job with benefits during a time when so many recent college graduates are struggling. However, I cannot say that I was overly fond of this job. From the beginning it caused me to “shut down.” As you can tell, I haven’t blogged in over a year. People seemed to invade my life a little too much for the work atmosphere. What seemed to be a job that could just be “left at work” began to follow me. I was unhappy and it reflected and was redirected on relationships outside of work. Within six months I was mentally drained of certain aspects of the position and wanted something new.

In the middle of March I was contacted by the Air Force Public Affairs Civilian Intern Program asking if I would be interested in one of the two positions that they had open. These two locations were Minot AFB in N.D. or Cannon AFB in N.M. I was overly thrilled with the opportunity being presented to me and after much research and consideration I selected to go to Minot AFB based on the overall mission and the location.

Many of you are probably wondering how the Build-A-Bear story ties into this whole post… well, the Air Force allowed me to go to North Dakota for a house-hunting trip (expenses paid). My Mom, Aunt and I planned an extended weekend to make a drive up to see if we could find something worth renting, even though it was a few months out. As I was making my bed before I left, I put all the decorative pillows on my bed (which I rarely do). As I went to place the “Camo Bear” on the bed I realized the wish that I made in 2009 on the heart that I placed inside of the bear had come true.

“I want to be accepted into the public affairs internship program.” 

 Of course at that time I was referring to the Army internship program because it was the program that my co-workers had made me familiar with and I had never found information on the Air Force program, but at that moment I realized that my wish came true and that all the silly nonsense of jumping and twirling in Build-A-Bear was worth it today.

 And on Tuesday, July 10th, I moved to Minot, N.D.

"Mr. Soldier Bear"

In Remembrance..

On Saturday, September 10th, 2011, Duane and I were headed to Glenwood, IA after spending the afternoon on the lake. As he drove, I watched rows and rows of corn go by as we talked about too many subjects to recall.

And then there was that moment. A moment when I couldn’t help but realize the sunset setting down over the cornfields. The moment where I became observant and unusually quiet to the point where Duane thinks something is wrong. As I sat in that moment, I couldn’t help but to notice three marks in the sky. Of course it is no mystery as to what the marks were, just simply exhausts from multiple jets.

It was at that particular moment that I was taken back in time. Ten years ago on September 11, 2001, I remember my parents talking to me about the terrorist attacks after coming home from school. Of course, I was full of questions, mainly because I didn’t understand a lot of what had happened, just that we kept watching it over and over on T.V.. at school. To this day I remember my mom saying that her and my sister noticed two giant circles created in the sky from jet exhausts and moments later turning on the radio to hear one of the Twin Towers had been crashed in to.

By this time on our drive to Glenwood, Duane starts questioning what is wrong and what I was thinking about because I am never quiet for so long. To be honest, the only words that I could formulate were, “Do you think anything will happen tomorrow?” When Duane figured out that I meant 9/11, he gave his opinion and then asked for mine.

I honestly didn’t know how I felt. I prayed through my whole sudden realization that it had already been ten years later that nothing would happen, but I couldn’t help but think of the negative people that our world contains and how no matter how prepared we may be, we are never prepared enough.

Again, we went back to being quiet. I knew that even if the 10-year anniversary to September 11 was quickly approaching, that we as a country cannot always live in fear. If we fear one day, September 11, then we will constantly fear others.

As we ended the drive, we were backing to talking about every subject imaginable and went on as if the conversation didn’t make us stop and think.

Sunday, September 11, we attended church in Glenwood. As we drove to church, I again observed the surroundings outside of the car. I couldn’t help but to think how such a small town could show such great appreciation for our country, those who lost their lives that Tuesday morning and those service men and women who risk it all for our country so that we can be free.

As we drove down the town square I glanced down a street to my right. I noticed a fire truck blocking the street. Further down the street was another fire truck with a giant American Flag raised off the back.

Ten years ago, I was only twelve. Within a year of September 11, 2001 I was having the discussion with my parents about possibly joining the military when I graduated high school. We discussed the different branches, how school will benefit my career, how it is a solid career, the traveling options, the pros and the cons.

I specifically remember being in my dad’s truck with this conversation when my mom asked me why I was considering joining. My response was flashed back into my head on Sunday as I watched the American flag wave from the fire truck.

“I want to join to fight for our country. After September 11, I want to fight back.”

Innocent people were killed on that Tuesday morning. Families were torn apart and hero’s were made. I wanted to give back to those who lost and those who gave.

As we continue in this almost ten year long war on terrorism, I cannot express enough how grateful I am for the sacrifices being made for my freedom. There is not a day that goes by that I do not wish I could be there fighting for our Country. I am left hopeless and looking for an alternative, but is there an alternative?

I know some who survived 9/11, I know soldiers who have gone away to war, and I know soldiers who have paid the ultimate sacrifice.

I have not forgotten what we are fighting for, nor will I forget those who are fighting for me.

September 11 will mark a day in history for all of us. To the service men and women currently fighting, to those who paid the ultimate sacrifice, to the individuals lost on Tuesday morning and to the families standing brave through it all—Thank you.

An Overdue Realization

When I left high school, I left a lot behind. Little did I know that the people who I thought would always be there would slowly fade away. I left with no regrets. I knew deep inside that every choice I made in those four years were the right choices at the time.

My parents feared me going into high school. And even more when I turned sixteen. They just knew I would be a rebel child, constantly breaking curfew and getting into trouble. But, then they learned that they had nothing to fear. I was home every night hours before they told me to be home. I confessed everything to avoid getting into trouble and then I started just telling before I did something. Like, when I was eighteen and thought I would be a rebel and get a piercing—I chickened out and told my mom I was getting it before going.

I went from hanging out with a whole group of people, to only hanging out with one or two. I arranged my schedule to attend college courses in the afternoon, and ate lunch in a classroom while everyone else sat with each other.

I thought I had a great, supportive group of friends. By the time senior year came around they were gone. I tried to stay in touch with a few, but after awhile I realized that it took both people to make it work. And I just felt weird constantly trying to make it work when obviously they didn’t want it.

I left high school without any regrets. I made decisions that I paid the consequences for. I believe whole heartedly that I did what was best for me.

I went to a college where only one person from my high school was going to go. I wanted to escape everything I had been through in those four years. I figured college would come a lot easier when it came to friendships. When my mom went through college she met new friends and even though they don’t get together much anymore, they are still in contact with one another. I just knew, without a doubt that my luck would change and I, too, would have that kind of bond with people and this time they wouldn’t walk out when times got rough.

I joined a sorority. Every one said it was like paying for your friends. I really don’t see how. I had friends within it, yes. But, it wasn’t like I was friends with everyone. Sisters, but not necessarily the best of friends.

I made a lot of choices during college. Some that I am proud of and some that, well, I will live with those decisions for the rest of my life. I used to say that I was living with no regrets. Later, I realized I regretted a lot of things. Although I can’t go back and time and change it, I do know that I am a different person now and that I have learned from those mistakes.

My last year of college, I changed. I no longer wanted to be the person who I was anymore. I kept looking for an escape. And once I found that escape, I learned that more came with changing than just me. Again, I feel like after graduating a lot of people vanished within a few short months. It’s interesting to see who I don’t talk to anymore, now that I’m not seen walking on campus, stopping by dorms or attending weekly meetings.

It’s also interesting to see who will talk to you when you’re out in public or who just tries to pretend like they didn’t see you or they don’t know you. This goes for both people from high school and college. And it’s funny to see people pretend like you’re best friends with them and that they “miss you so much!” But, yet they never bother to call or text or even write on your facebook wall when they haven’t seen you in months.

For almost a year I have looked back on my life and realized how much I have changed. And while it has been a good change, I also spent a year realizing who people are. Again, I know I am not perfect. I know to some people they may hate me, they might think I am rude, or they might hope to never see me again.

I graduated college a few months ago, I walked out with what I thought were quite a few friends. Looking at life now, I barely talk to half of them. It’s a hard concept to grasp when thinking about things. It was like one month you are friends and then the next they are no longer part of your life. I feel like I have done all I can do. In that aspect I have no regrets.

It’s also true when they say friends come and go. I have made a few new friends in the past short three months. I can honestly say that these are real friends. I can talk about anything with them and they are there to get me through it. But, don’t get me wrong there are still those select few from college.

In the end, I guess it doesn’t matter how many people you want to consider a friend, but what matters is who is actually there when you need them. College is a lot like high school. A lot of people still need to grow up and realize the important things in life.

Friends come and go. You just got to hold on for the ride and you’ll soon figure out who is actually there to stay.

The One Vacation I Am Not Seeing an End To

I’ve always considered my life blessed. I never had to try too hard in school, sports came naturally and I’ve been told I’ve been given a gift in writing. Sure, there are struggles but never anything where studying, practicing or simply acting for help couldn’t help.

I went into college with goals. In fact, I strongly remember the day I moved to college saying that, “college was going to be a new beginning for me” and while half of that is saved for another day, I feel like I achieved the goals I set for myself. I earned above a 3.0GPA and graduated a semester early with two majors. I even landed two internships with the Department of Defense. I knew I had the knowledge and potential to reach the goals I set for myself after college. While I never planned to be anyone big, I never dreamed it would be this hard to get there.

March 17^th --Exactly three months since I graduated. I am still living in Maryville, paying rent with my savings and I’ll admit my parents are also helping me, a lot. And, I am jobless. Since about two months before graduation until now, I have applied to nearly 200 jobs. I think it’s safe to say that I do get scared that I am not going to remember the job or catch the company name if someone calls. I have received one offer, offering the same salary to me as they do a person with a GED. Talk about a slap in the face. A phone interview that I was second choice for the job out of 76 people. And, a phone interview in which they told me they would call back to set up a face to face interview and never have. That was over three weeks ago. With today’s technology, all the jobs I have applied for have been online. Usually I never know if they have received my information unless I am luckily to receive a “thank you for applying” email and I never know when the positions are filled because rejections letters/emails are never sent out.

This whole process has made me question a lot of things. I know your priorities change as you grow up and changes occur in your life, but I never thought I would question whether or not I should even try to get a career in what I went to school for.

It seems like everywhere I go people ask if I found a job yet, where am I working or how the job search is going. I am flattered to have so many supportive people in my life, but I feel like a failure when I have to say nope, nope, or not so great. I feel like that kid whom just 30k on an education and isn’t motivated to use their degree. Except little do they know I stress myself out daily to find a job.

A lot of people also say that God has a plan or they tell me to pray. Let me tell you. I have never prayed for something so hard and so much in my life. I am beginning to think God is annoyed with the same old prayer and that this is his way of protesting against me. I know he has a plan. And I know there are more important things in my life to be asking for than a job, so to be honest with you, I backed off on that prayer. I know he has heard and he’ll present when he is ready.

The past few months haven’t been too pretty. I have taken a lot of frustration out on the ones I truly care about and it hurts to know my pain hurts them. I have become weaker and what used to be, “okay, I have applied to a few I want to go do something else now..” has now turned into insecurities, tears and sadness. I enjoyed the first few weeks off without school and work, but now I am ready for my real life to begin.

Search, Search, APPLY! Search, Change cover letter, APPLY!, Check email (even though it didn’t go off), check phone for a missed call/text/voicemail (even though it didn’t go off), Search, Search, And so on..

That’s my day. But, yet, if you told someone I don’t go to school and I don’t work, they get highly jealous and make a big deal about how I don’t do anything with my life and how my life is “so complicated.” Little do they know that not finding a job is more complicated than they think. Even if I try to take a break from job searching I mentally think I am missing a job opportunity. They say my generation is addicted to Facebook, I think it is save to say I am addicted to careerbuilder, journalismjobs, indeed and any other sites I can stumble upon.

I know that life isn’t always easy. I never expect it to be, nor have I wanted it to be. I like the challenges. But, I not ashamed to say that this is one challenge that is getting the best of me.

An Angel Received from Earth

Jesus replied, "You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand." -John 13:7

I don’t understand why God took you away from us.

I always imagined the day you would come back home. That was the day that our lives would be back to how God originally made them. Little did we know that God had a different plan for you.

I can’t help but to fill my head with questions like why her and why now. To me, you still had so much here to do and so many of us who still needed you. But, obviously God needs you more.

Last week God received an angel from Earth into His Heavens. God has given you a new life. A life free of pain, free of medicines and free of machines. As much as I hurt because you are gone, I know you are finally receiving the life that you have been fighting for.

While we stay here on Earth and continue to keep old memories alive as well as make new ones, I know that someday we will see each other again.

Until that time comes, remember that you will always be remembered and I will never forget you. Please watch down on us as we continue the plans God has for us. I love you and know that you are always in my heart.

Crazy, Tragic, Sometimes almost Magic, Awful, Beautiful Life

As we all know, my sister got married almost a month ago. I took the week off of work to fly home to prepare for everything. Having never seeing inside the building where the ceremony and reception were going to be held, I was really nervous about the whole outcome. I am a more visual person and need to see details to really understand and grasp all that is going to be where.

My first weekend home was her bachelorette party. I had never been to one in my life, but my responsibility was to host it! Nerve racking—let me tell you. The hardest part was dealing with all the input. And it wasn’t really my sister’s input. Many of the girls kept emailing, facebooking and texting asking what we were going to do and or if we could go to this place or that place. Well, after biting my tongue I can finally let it out! Read your invitation people!!! It says what we are going to do and gave specific times. As for if we can go here or there, well is this your bachelorette party?? Last time I checked it wasn’t, so where ever or what ever Kelly wants to do we will do!

Now that I got that out, the party turned out quiet n

ice. We ended up going to Olive Garden where Kelly was surprised visited by Stephanie (our “sister”/nanny growing up). Kelly isn’t one on surprises, but when it came to her getting married, I think we finally snuck in a few surprises without her catching on. J From there we went back to her house where a limo was to pick us up. Kelly was aware of this, but yet another surprise.. It wasn’t a normal limo—it was a stretch Hummer! We ended up going to Power and Light, which ended up turning into the best bachelorette party I have ever thrown and I mean that sincerely.

The rest of the week was full of errands, doctor’s appointments, last minute wedding details, etc. And, of course some fun at the lake.  I think it is now time to mention, Duane.  He was introduced to my parents the first time I came home to surprise Kelly and Brock at their couple’s shower. I later introduced him to Kelly and Brock at the lake when Brock and his parents joined the four of us at the lake the weekend before the wedding. I wasn’t too sure on how that day went with everyone, but I knew I had a great time. By the end of the evening, Kelly had invited Duane to the wedding. I on the other hand was unsure if I should bring him to such a big event.

The day of the rehearsal as we prepared to head to the city, Kelly again invited Duane to the wedding saying she had a spot reserved for him. So, now you know how we came to the conclusion of me bringing a date. Rehearsal went well. I had more of a visual of what the day would actually look like. The only flaw was my video that I had spent plane rides and multiple days doing didn’t work. But we won’t go there. All I will say is I am grateful to have my family to vent to and who are there for support. Oh, but it was the DVD player.. not my work.

The wedding turned into a success. Getting ready started at 9 a.m. All the set up begin with chair covers down to placing party favors. Soon, Kelly was restricted to the girl’s dressing room and hair and makeup were underway. Next came 100-degree weather and outdoor photos, followed by multiple touch ups and then the actual event where it was slightly delayed due to an overflow of people. But, not to worry everything turn out amazing and beautiful even if we lied to Kelly saying her dress was all the way bustled and it wasn’t.

And now I have a brother!

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Since being back from my week home, work has picked up. We are pushing forward o

n a new website for orientation and things are speeding up as well as the time flying by.

But the weekends have been a bit more interesting. Two weeks ago, mom came out to visit. We took a 24-hour trip to NYC because she had never been before.  So, I planned a short trip there and tried to make it as stress free as possible for her. Only mom never predicted SO many people there so it was hard to be enjoying when 184 languages were being spoken around you and millions of people walk around at their own pace.

I believe we did have a fairly decent time, except in Brooklyn where the tour guide just rambled on and on about how great it was. And of course just because I had a great experience in the hotel last year doesn’t mean I will this time. All night long people screamed and slammed doors in the hallway. At one point someone tried entering our room and security came to our floor multiple times. We ended up getting a “discount” which strangling only was the tax and like 5 dollars taken off, but at least it was some.  New York City definitely makes D.C. feel calm and less populated.

This past weekend Duane came out to D.C. to visit. He has been out here twice with his family so I didn’t have to give the basic tour, on which monument was which, and so on.  But, let’s take a step back. Duane has never flown before. So, his first flight was out here to visit me for about 5 days. He was to arrive at 3:58, which earlier that day turned into 4:20 and then not knowing a time until he arrived at 8:30 p.m. He was on his way here when a thunderstorm hit; they tried to keep circling, but then started running low on fuel and had to land in Pittsburg. Talk about an experience. Then by the time we got to my apartment we had no electricity or A/C. And did I mention the cab drive got lost! Talk about pricey. And yes, Duane’s first cab ride as well!

The rest of the weekend went well. We toured the Newseum and the Holocaust Museum. We walked through the National Mall, each day had either popsicles or ice cream, went through the Smithsonian Castle and of course anything we found interesting we stopped to look at.

Did I mention things went well?? Well, for the most part they did, but Friday evening eh, we are pushing the term “well.” We went to the grocery store and on the bus ride home we grabbed all the groceries to get off the bus; however, I left my bus pass and keys ON the bus. Bad idea. We never got them back. So after a slight panic—ok not so slight—we finally got a lock out key and paid for a new key. So, it wasn’t horrible, but it would happen to Duane (a person who had never rode a bus before) and me. Oh, and he never took a train until this weekend too! The weekend was full of a lot of experiences for him.

Overall, it was a great weekend for the two of us and a really needed weekend after only seeing each other a few times, but me always being busy.

Now, I have a little over a week left out here and then a whole new world begins for me. I’ll be going into my last semester of college, which means a lot of preparing and figuring out what to do with my “life after college.”  We’ll see what’s in store for me. 

Out here, it's like I'm someone else.

Wow. Time has definitely gotten away from me. I have already been out here for almost two months! The summer has been extremely busy, but I can’t say that I would change any of it.

I am doing the same internship that I did last summer, in the Communications Office at DoDEA HQ. I have been busy from day one, but it is still a great experience and I am learning so much. My big project while here is to create a website for new hires to gain information and training materials. Some of the process seems over my head when it comes to coding, but I think it’s coming a long pretty well. Our goal is to have it complete by the time I leave. I have also gotten the chance to experience a little public affairs work. I am writing content for our annual report as well as our Back to School guide for parents. The other day, the interns were sent out in the field to shoot some b-roll of a former DoDEA student who is now attending George Washington University. I was great to put my camera skills to work and our end product was sent to our office in Okinawa to be used. Lately, I have been doing a lot of video editing for a project that the Communications department is taking to the World Wide Administration Conference. It’s amazing to be part of something so big and watch it come together. All of these tasks have taught me a lot through the process, which was my ultimate goal—learn as much as you can. Oh, and I personally met the Acting Deputy under the Secretary of Defense! Second goal, meet as many people/connections as you can.

As for sightseeing—well I haven’t done much yet. Summer school started about two weeks after I got out here. I decided this summer I would take two online classes while working. I knew it would be a struggle, but I was up for the challenge. My Communication Law class has really fascinated me. I have learned so much from and all along I was afraid I would be clueless! I am also taking an Editing class. Between working, online discussions, papers, assignments, quizzes and tests—I haven’t had much time to do much. But, the classes are wrapping up now and I must say I don’t know what I will do with all my free time once it’s over.

And then there is the apartment. I can honestly say I am enjoying the summer so much more by having my own apartment. The place is actually quite nice. I can cook when I want (usually microwavable things unless it’s Mac & Cheese or spaghetti), go to bed when I feel like it and the location is pretty convenient. I usually walk to the grocery store, Target or Old Navy and pending on what I get, I time it with the bus schedule so I am done just in time to catch the bus home. So far, it’s working pretty well. Right behind my building is a community center. I learned that they had a free weight room and gym if you lived in the neighborhood. Although I was given 90 free at the YMCA, it was about 2 miles away and I have to plan my workouts with the bus schedule. With the community center I just walk out the back door and I am there. It’s kind of nice and not bad for being free!

I got to go home last weekend. It was my sister’s “couples shower” that I wasn’t technically invited too because she didn’t want me to feel obligated to come home for it. So, being the Maid of Honor, I decided to surprise her. I booked a flight and came home for the weekend. Of course she called when I was about five minutes from home. She wanted to know what I was doing—so I fibbed and said, “just getting off work.” Yeah, she fell for it. So after Toy Story 3 in 3D on Friday night, we went to her shower on Saturday. We got there before her and her fiancé. My parents bolted from the car in order to keep me hidden. Surprisingly it worked. About 10 minutes later my Mom came to get me, and of course my sister had to follow. Once she finally sent her away I followed my mom into the house. My sister finally saw me and she was shocked! I think that is the only time in her life she has never caught on to something… besides her proposal. Of course, her fiancé was excited as well. Both confused to how I got there, but so glad I could be apart of the evening.

I returned back to D.C. on Sunday. I have about two and a half weeks of work and then I fly home again for the wedding. This event has come a lot faster than I ever imagined, but I can’t wait to be there and see my family again.

I wasn’t too sad about leaving home and coming back out here after the weekend, but as the week has went on I have slowly noticed myself getting homesick. I know I am putting a lot of pressure on myself going into the final days of summer school so I suspect things’ changing once that is complete.

But, for now, I am enjoying this amazing opportunity that I was given again and am very excited about things to come.