Monthly Archives: May 2015

Becoming A Star…Maker-Abingdon Virginia 

Since I was fifteen I have been dreaming about performing on The Barter stage. I had dreams of being an actor there, of singing and dancing on main stage. Of acting my heart out on stage two, so when one of my dear friends told me that she was hired to work tech for their production of Mary Poppins, I jumped at the chance to work on a Barter show. My friend’s father is a part-time actor there, and she often works on shows when she’s in town. I had driven up for a visit, and ended up with a two-day job, which was absolutely fine by me.

In my time there I set up lighting in their summer tent, painted a set piece, made stars that lit up the nursery in one of the numbers, and helped adjust some lighting. Over all it made me realize A) how much I miss being involved in theatre full-time, and B) how much I still love The Barter after all these years.

After all the work was done we were able to attend the preview of Mary Poppins, and oh wow was it great. Even at a preview where everything was not completely polished the show was wonderful. It’s bright and beautiful, and fun. The dancing in incredible and the singing is great, and of course the acting is top-notch. If you are anywhere near Abingdon this summer I suggest you buy yourself a ticket and indulge in some childhood Disney Magic.

Later that night we attended the premier of the two person play, Mary’s Wedding, playing on stage two. It is a beautiful play about a WWI solider and the girl he left at home. Portrayed as a dream that Mary is having the night before her wedding, you follow the couple from their first meeting and through their love, as they are separated by family, war, and their own pride. It was a beautiful show that left us all in tears. The two actors who play Mary and Charlie are brilliant, I highly recommend the show.

Now let’s talk food, because we all know that food is a big part of my life. First afternoon there we went to Caprese which is this hole in the wall Greek/Italian joint. I had the garlic knot and the Spanakopita, and both were delicious. It was a bit hot because I don’t think their air conditioning worked, but the man who worked there was incredibly nice and the food was good. The next morning we woke up and went to Zazzy’z for coffee. This place has maybe the best coffee (Although oh my cow their dirty Chai is even more amazing) I’ve ever had and that’s saying a lot because there are some dang good coffee places in JC. If you are ever in Arlington, if you do nothing else get coffee at Zazzy’z. For lunch we went to an oldy but a goody, Pop Ellis’. Pop’s is someplace I’ve been going to since I was fourteen, it is the one place I make sure to stop by when I’m in town. They have a great staff, delicious food, and amazing milkshakes. Definitely a staple in the Arlington community, in my opinion. That night we went to Bonfire for BBQ, and holy guacamole I don’t know if I’ve ever had better pulled pork, and their corn bread was to die for, not to mention they have a BBQ sauce bar so everyone can have what they want. After dinner we went to a place called Anthony’s for desert. I had a cherry cheesecake and it was delicious. I returned here a second time and got some Strawberry Sorbet which was also amazing. There is no shortage of delicious food in Abingdon.

The long and short of it is that Abingdon Virginia is one of those places you could see yourself retiring…or just living there forever. I am very sad to see it in my rear view mirror. But I’ll be back soon.

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The Reason for the Season

The reason for the season is a phrase that we often hear at Christmas time. As in; “Remember the reason for the season!” It’s a way to remind Christians that Christmas is not just about getting presents and watching christmas movies, it’s about the birth of our savior Jesus Christ. Well I would like to propose that this phrase is applicable in all “seasons” so to speak. You see, we are constantly calling the different chapters of our lives seasons. There is a season for everything under the sun. This is a season of singleness, a season of reflection, ect. And I think that is all seasons of our life, Jesus is the reason for the season, which is something I know personally I tend to forget.

As I embark on my nearly eight month journey across land and sea, I find that I have to constantly remind myself that I’m not taking this adventure just to see what I can see. While, of course, along the way I am going to make memories and see amazing things and spend time with great people, the real reason I am going on this journey is because I have been called by God to serve His people over seas. And even now as I travel around the US, I am in a season (there’s that word again) of preparation.

This month and a half is my time to be preparing myself for what lies ahead in Europe. My trip cross-country is a season of prayer, and of quieting my soul to listen to what God is speaking to me. It is a season of wrapping my mind around inconstancy and going with the flow and making due with the things I am presented with. It is a season of solitude in many ways as I travel from house to house alone, and spend a good deal of time alone when my friends have other responsibilities. But I love that God has given me that chance to rest and be quite and alone in Him. As a wise woman once said, loneliness is God’s way of drawing you closer to Him. In fact the verse that I keep close to my heart during this season is Psalm 46:10 “He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” Most importantly though, I think this trip is a season of getting ready to change. I don’t think that this trip will change me in any drastic ways, but I know my time in Europe will. It will shape me into the person I am going to be going into the end of my college career and the beginning of my life outside of the education system. I’m like a caterpillar making a cocoon. I’m getting ready to change, and it’s terrifying.

Along with recognizing what season we are in, and remembering that at the center of it all is God’s will for our lives, and for the lives of those we come in contact with, I am realizing that God is revealing things to me, things that will become  a part of my tool box so to speak when I am gone. Today I was at my friend’s church in Georgia, and the preacher said a lot of things that I felt were so applicable to my future journey. Like when he spoke on 1 Corinthians 9, when Paul says, I am all things to all people so that by all means possible I might save one. Paul is talking about a respect for the culture of others, about building rapport and trust, and not disrespecting people because they are different from you, but getting down to their level, while still living by The Word, so that by adapting to their situation, you might bring them closer to salvation through Christ. When I go to Europe I have to abide by specific cultural guidelines, both when it comes to the countries I am in, and also to the groups of people I am working with. Whether they be from the Middle East, or Africa, or Asia, or Europe, I have to adapt to each group in order to speak into their lives. I will have to cover my tattoos, and dress certain ways, and be mindful of who I speak to and how. I have to do this so I can build a sense of mutual respect and trust so that God can speak through me and bring His children home to Him.

Another revelation came when the preacher talked about how God meets us where we are. How when we finally choose to acknowledge him, very often we come to Him as broken people. He doesn’t take us broken, extend His grace, and then expect us to wake up the next day completely fixed and on the right path. He sees our brokeness, and our failures, and He comes alongside us to help shoulder the burden, and He guides us back to the path of rightness whatever that means for us, and however long it takes. That is exactly the situation I will be facing in the mission field. If we, as evangelists and advocates of Christ, cannot come alongside those we are reaching out to and help guide them through their struggles to a straight path, then we aren’t being Christ to the world. You can’t simply say here is the grace of God, accept it, and walk away. Christianity is a community, it is a body of believers leading, supporting, and so many times dragging each other through the troubles of this world.

But I think the biggest thing God revealed to me today was about faith. My Bible professor puts the phrase; “Faith is believing that God keeps His promises” in our notes, on one of our exams, and on our final. It is a point he really seems to want to drive home, and it has taken me this long to truly get it. I have been worrying…a lot. I worry about traveling, I worry about money, I worry about school and my friends, I worry about relationships and change and what life is going to be like when I get to Europe, and what it’s going to be when I get back. I work about trivial things, and important things, I just worry. I have been, in my quite times with God, praying for  a release of anxiety, I have turned over a great many things to Him and said I trust You, I release these worries to You. But then I continued to worry about them. Today God tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Jeanette, oh ye of little faith, didn’t you turn these things over to Me?” I finally understood that the more I worried about all of these things, the less faith I was having in the plan God has for me. I said I trusted Him, and then showed that I didn’t by stressing over the things He already promised me He would handle! James says faith without works is dead, and I can tell you that works without faith is just going through the motions, and that is not how I want to live my life.

So ultimately what I’m trying to convey is that I never want to lose sight of my reason for this season of life. I will have a lot of fun, and do and see a lot of things, but mostly I will be serving the Kingdom and loving on God’s people, which is really why I’m leaving everything behind for six months in the first place. So live life, have fun, learn a lot, and never lose sight of who you are living for.

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An Accurate Picture of My Life At This Point-Two Days on Top of A Mountain Somewhere in North Carolina

So first of all, when I say on top of a mountain, I mean literally my friend’s house is on top of a mountain in Mars Hill, just outside of Asheville North Carolina. Secondly, this two-day trip has really been a great reflection of who I am as a person right now.

We started our visit by putting on makeup, doing our hair, getting dressed up, and driving down the mountain to the Biltmore, which is this gorgeous mansion and property built by one of the Vanderbilts back in day. The whole grounds are absolutely stunning, and we didn’t get to go tour the house, but even just driving over to the winery was beautiful. We got tot he winery, we walked through the tunnel that leads past the wine tasting, and into the gift shop, where we proceeded to eat as many samples as we could when the workers weren’t looking. Because when you have $3 in your bank account, that’s the only way to live.

After our fancy adventure, we went to Papas and Beer, a delightful little Mexican restaurant in Asheville. They have awesome bean dip, the best rice I’ve ever eaten, and, my friends’ favorite part, a salsa bar. I’m not kidding about that rice though, it was freaking amazing. And the Flautas I got were definitely worth another trip to this little gem. We could only eat half before we had to push away our plates we were so full. I was really looking forward to the leftovers, unfortunately, we both left our boxes at the table. Both of us. Our individual boxes were sitting in front of us, and neither of us grabbed them. I really don’t know what the heck is wrong with us, but I’m also not really surprised.

We decided to stop by the grocery store on the way back to pick up some things, and then proceeded to stand in front of the largest Orange Juice aisle I have ever seen and debate whether it was cheaper to buy 2 small bottles for $3, or one large one…can you tell we’re communications majors? (Spoiler we got the two small ones). On the way out I saw a little cherry pie and I had to buy it. Then I ate it while we were waiting for the cashier to grab something from the back. I’m really classy. I know.

On the way back up the mountain we listened to CDs ranging from Mumford and Sons, and Red Hot Chili Peppers, to Drake and Nicki Minaj. Are you getting the picture yet?

After watching Netflix until 1am I woke up, dragged myself into clothing, and we drove back down into town to attend a Zumba class. Now, if you have never attended a Zumba class, I would highly recommend it. Yes, it is a great way to work out and have fun with Latin music and hip shaking, but the real reason to go, is the other people who attend these classes.

Now I can’t say for sure, but I assume that at YMCAs all across America there are these types of people swinging their hips in all directions; You have the professionals, the people who show up wearing their Zumba gear with the big logo across it. They are there every week, they know every step, they are in the front, putting all the other middle-aged white ladies to shame.

Then there is that one lady in the corner dancing to her own beat, not even bothering to do the moves the teacher is, just a free spirit who is there to feel the music.

There is one guy who is really into it, and you can tell he wants so badly to be the best, but bless his heart he really has no rhythm, but he always has a smile on his face.

Of course there are the moms who are too busy to work out for more than 45 minutes a day, and have finally found a release for all that mommy stress. These are typically the woman with the most energy, sweating buckets.

And finally there are people like me, who are there to sweat a little, trying to keep up, but mostly just getting distracted by everyone around me. (Also there was the sweetest old Indian man who was shaking with the best of them)

My visit has concluded with a home cook southern meal, complete with Brown Beans and Cornbread, and I couldn’t be happier. Tomorrow I’m up bright and early and off on my six hour car ride to Atlanta Georgia where I will be attending a high school sports banquet…wish me luck.

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“Before I die I want to…”-Asheville North Carolina

Well, it is officially my last day in Johnson City until January 2016, so naturally I decide to go to Asheville. I have never been before, but it is a place my friends swear to me I will love. They were right. I love the energy, and the artsy spirit. I love way people dress and how casual people are just hanging out and playing music or chatting. There is a sense of free spirit in the community of Asheville, and more than a little pot floating around in the air…but I’m from Colorado so, what else is new?

When we got there we were a little lost, trying to find parking, trying to figure out where we wanted to go. So I did what I do best, I phoned a few friends. “Definitely go to the Chocolate Lounge.” They told me, “And for sure hit up Double D’s coffee shop. Oh! and if you have time hit up Miss Malaprop’s Books.” We didn’t get to stay long, but we did get to visit some of the places listed. The friend I was traveling with is someone I have known for years. We laugh together, we cry together, but mostly we eat together, so eating our way through Asheville was never a question, merely an assumption.

We started at The Chocolate Lounge and let me tell you, very worth the recommendation. They had a wide variety of chocolate goodies, coffees, and organic milk. We settled on brownies, I got the coconut Macaroon Brownie, and my friend had the Chocolate Mint Brownie. Both were amazing! Very rich, but totally satisfying. The best thing about The Chocolate Lounge though is that they are all about organic and sustainable products, plus they are a locally owned business which I am always down to support. The staff was really nice and helpful, and I will definitely be going again.

After our chocolate overdose we decided to try to find Double D’s. We weren’t sure what to expect, but I can tell you I definitely wasn’t prepared for what I saw. This coffee shop is a locally owned place set up inside a Double Decker bus. There is seating in the upstairs compartment, and outside on the patio. We had their dirty chai and it was some of the best I’ve ever had. Definitely head there for coffee when you’re in town, although beware that it’s cash only. But it has a nice atmosphere, and ash trays if you want to smoke outside. I will be a repeat costumer here as well.

Like I said we didn’t get to stay long so I didn’t see a lot of Asheville, but probably my favorite part of town is the “Before I die wall”. This is whole wall that is painted with chalk paint, and across it are lines that say, “Before I die I want to…” and lines where people can fill in the blank. There is a chalk bucket hanging on the wall that is looked over by a kind, wheelchair bound, veteran who chimes, “Chalk over here! Find a space to write, or I’ll make one for ya!” He is cheerful and talkative, and carries a coffee ground can to collect spare change. There are a lot of things written on the wall; “…to find love.” “…to travel the world.” “…to be successful.” My friend and I pondered over what we would write, knowing it was only temporary, but for us it would be remembered. We tossed around things like to travel, or get married, or learn anew language. But we realized that these were, like the chalk on this wall, merely temporary things. Finally we grabbed some chalk and went to work. She wrote, “To be happy…whatever that means.” And I chalked, “To love and be loved.” I decided to make this my before I die because I realized that I could travel the world, read every book, eat every food, have every adventure, but if I wasn’t loving those I came in contact with, or accepting love from them, everything I did would be meaningless. You can have everything in the world, but if you don’t have anyone to share it with, what’s the point?

Ultimately I look forward to more Asheville adventures when I return to Tennessee. It’s kind of bittersweet. As excited as I am to travel and see the world, I’m also going to miss my friends at school and work. I’m going to miss going to church and seeing my middle schoolers. I’m going to miss my professors and their words of wisdom. I’m going to miss midnight Cookout runs or Mid-city trips. I’m going to miss lying on dorm room floors and talking about our future, and guys, and procrastinating on that big paper that’s due tomorrow. Most of all I’m going to miss Tennessee. Until you live there, there is just no explaining what it’ll come to mean to you. It’s the place that I call home.

Tomorrow officially begins The Great American Road Trip…or at least The Great Eastern Road Trip. North Carolina, to Georgia, to Virginia, to New York, to Florida, back to Tennessee, Indiana, and finally back to Colorado. It’s going to be one heck of a summer.

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Tour De Compadres-Knoxville Tennessee (Knox-Vegas?)

First of all I would like to point out, that never in my life had I ever heard Knoxville called Knox-Vegas up until a few months ago when one of my friends called it that, and now all of a sudden its like everyone has been calling it Knox-Vegas since the dawn of time and I just haven’t been paying attention. Granted, I didn’t grow up in Eastern Tennessee, so that probably has something to do with it. Just a side note.

Anyway, on Thursday we made the two hour drive from Johnson City to Knoxville to see The Tour De Compadres, which was a concert consisting of Colony House, Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors, Ben Rector, and NEEDTOBREATHE as the headliner. It is rare that I get to go to a concert where I am excited to see every single band in the line up, but that’s exactly what this was. There was not one band in there that I didn’t love, so it was already bound to be an amazing night.

We get to Knoxville and, after dropping a friend off at the airport, we headed straight to Chipotle, as we always do, and got some delicious Mexican. There we ran into everyone and their cousin, quite literally, and realized that there was actually a large number of people from our college attending the concert. I love when that happens because we are such a small school, and so when we get the chance to invade an event, it brings me a lot of joy. (We all went to the Age of Ultron premier, and almost the entire theatre were students from our school. It was a beautiful take over) But I digress. We headed to the venue, which was the Knoxville Civic Coliseum, which really is a weird venue, because it’s basically a giant cement block which, if you know anything about sound, makes it a tricky situation. But as soon as we got there I bought my Drew Holcomb vinyl, and found our seats, and it was instant hype, you could feel the excited energy. There was talking and laughter, and we watched as our friends with bad seats got kicked out four different times from sections they shouldn’t have been in.

The lights finally go out and Colony House comes out to perform. They are all Tennessee boys, a few of them from Knoxville itself, and you could tell they were excited to be home. If you haven’t heard of them, definitely check out their album “When I Was Younger” specifically the song Silhouettes. They are boss. It was a short set, but wonderful.

Between each band there was a ten minute intermission, which was fine, it definitely built up the anitcipation of what was to come, especially after Colony House because the next band out was Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors, and in simple terms I’m in love with their music. I listen to them on a daily basis and tell everyone I know to listen to their stuff. (A quick shout out to my friend who showed me their music on Valentine’s Day and began this obsession, you the real MVP) So here is another PSA; go find them right now and listen to all of their stuff. His new album, Medicine is phenominal, but I also dig his old stuff. Check out Hung the Moon featuring his wife Ellie, Magnolia tree, Baby Tomorrow, and if you love Tennessee, and who doesn’t, definitely listen to Tennessee. It’s a beautiful song. Anyway, finally the lights went out again and they played their set and it was flawless. I would rank it amongst the best memories of my life, but I’ll reserve that categorization for what happened later in the night.

After Drew was Ben Rector who is, always, adorable and talented and entertaining. He played a new song about taxi drivers called The Men That Drive me Places, and it was beautiful and touching and definitely being downloaded as soon as it comes out.

And then the headliners, NEEDTOBREATHE performed. There are not really word to describe their performance other than awesome. And not the awesome that we use on a daily basis to describe things as good, I mean awesome in its real definition, to fill one with awe. They are great performers and there music is wonderful, but what really made their set great was that they played their fun songs, but they also played their worship music which brought the entire night and just laid it at the feet of God which was beautiful. They basically took the entire tour and said, “We give it all to the One who gave us these talents.” And in the end they sang Brothers and everyone came back out and danced and sang together and it was great to see a bunch of guys who are friends just living it up and having fun. Especially in Knoxville because most of the men on that stage were from Tennessee and there was some deep rooted love circulating. Also I have to give due credit to whoever designed the lighting for that show, it was top tier. I was almost more impressed by that than the music.

Now, I have to tell you the moment of the night that tops all other moments, the one that I will tell people about for years to come, that will live in my memory banks as one of those really amazing experiences. So I’m a stalker. Not really, but when I want something I will take whatever step I need to in order to accomplish my goals. Well like I said I love Drew Holcomb, and I had noticed on his Twitter and Instagram, that after some of the concerts, he had been sending out word and having fans meet him at random places in the city for a post show acoustic set. I wanted to be there, I wanted to meet him, and I wanted him to sign my record, and there was no way anyone was going to stop me. Granted this was all a shot in the dark because he hadn’t been doing it at all the shows, but it was the Knoxville show. Not only did Holcomb grow up in Tennessee, his father went to UT, he went to UT, he met his wife there, it has a lot of memories for him. I knew if he was going to do a post show anywhere, it would be in Knoxville. So the first thing I did on our way to the concert was set my phone so I would be notified anytime he tweeted, so as soon as the tweet went out, I would know.

So, there we are, listening to Ben Rector, singing our hearts out, when my phone buzzes. I look down, and there is the Twitter notification. “Great show Knoxville, meet me at Gus’ Good time Subs for an acoustic set.” I just about screamed. I showed all my friends around me, took a screenshot and sent it to the rest of our friends at the concert, and was still the first to favorite and comment on it. Our group message went crazy with all of us making plans to get to the second location as soon as we could after the last song. After the last two sets, the lights come up, and we book it.

We practically run all the way to the car, we put the address in the GPS and drive as fast as we can while still obeying traffic laws. We get to place and it is tiny which is what we expected, with no parking. So my friends drop me off to get a table, and park the car at the Krystal’s across the street. They join me and we all get grilled cheese and Fries (which by the way were awesome, highly recommend this place) and start the waiting game. As we wait, for about an hour, groups of our friends start showing up and we pretty much take up the whole right section of the restaurant. By the time midnight rolled around it was almost exclusively UT students, and my friends.

At Midnight Drew shows up and walks straight to our table and asks my friend Sarah to borrow her chair, which of course sends us into a fan-girling tizzy. He sings his set, including Tennessee, which was amazing because everyone in the whole tiny sub shop was singing and just experience life together in one beautiful moment. He finished, which was sad because I’m pretty sure we could have sat there all night, and said he couldn’t stay because he had to get on a bus to go to their next show.

After we left and were walking back to the car and freaking out, I was still a little disappointed. As amazing as the post show was, I really had wanted to meet him. So we walk through the alley, and get to Krystal’s and we’re talking and laughing, and I turn around, and guess who is just chilling in front of a car across the row form ours? Drew Holcomb, in the flesh. My heart literally skipped a beat, I didn’t know what to say. He just looks at us and says, “Hey.” Now here is where my outgoing personality helps me in life. As soon as I could speak again I told him how great he was, and he commented on the record I was holding which was, ya know, his face, and I asked him to sign it. He signed it, and we got to take a picture with him, and my night was officially complete. It was the best way to end this semester and talk about a high note to end on with my friends before I leave them for eight months. Everything about the situation was perfect, and I wouldn’t have had it happen any other way. Also, I think this means I have officially reached mega fan status. First to favorite and comment on the tweet, first to the second venue, first to meet him afterwords. You could say I’m winning at life these days.

Here is an awful picture of me with my adorable friends and Drew Holcomb.

Drew Holcomb

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“My Lens is Bigger Than Yours” A Quick Aside On Being A Woman In A Male Dominated Discipline

First of all I need to say that I’m angry. I am actually livid about the way I’ve been treated since I changed my major. Secondly, this is going to be short and unorganized because I have finals to study for.

As a theatre major being a woman is so common that no one bats an eyelash. But now I’m a Film major, and God forbid a woman tries to produce films without being discriminated against or put down, regardless of her talent. And let me say that I know I’m not God’s gift to the world of cinema, and I’m still a student so of course I have a lot to learn and a long way to go, but I also know that I have some talent in this area and have been given praise by people who are highly qualified and resected in their fields. I have also been given a lot of criticism from them which I try to apply to my own work. If someone wants to tell me my work is crap because it actually is, so be it. But if someone tries to put me down simply because I’m a woman and they have a problem with that, then we’re going to have a problem, because my vagina has no bearing on my artistic talent.

There is a serious lack of female presence in the cinema. Not because there aren’t woman producing films, but because in the andreocentric world that is movie making, woman tend to get passed over. There are obviously some prominent females, like  Kathryn Bigelow and Mira Nair, and of course Nora Ephron, but on the whole when you ask someone who their favorite director is they are going to Spielberg, or Tarantino, or Anderson, or Nolan. (Who are all with the exception of Tarantino on the top of my list as well). It is just down right frustrating as a woman to constantly be studying the work of a bunch of old white dudes. I’m over it. Where are my revolutionary female film makers? Why aren’t they making it into my text books? Someone explain to me why having a penis makes someone more qualified to teach, make, or critique films.

I also find a lot the men around me constantly trying to play the comparison game. The, “My lens is bigger than you” game. The truth is I feel no need to compare myself to anyone, at least not in a way that makes them feel like I’m better than them. I compare my work to other artists I respect so I can become a better director and film maker sure, but it seems to always turn into a primal, territorial thing with these guys. Sorry boys, I’m lacking an important organ to join in the fun, so I’ll just go back to being a professional and getting my work done, thanks.

Really it is just hard to wake up every morning and I know that as soon as I walk out of my door I’m going to have to listen to a bunch of men talk to me like I’m an idiot who couldn’t possibly understand what they are talking about. I’ve learned really quickly that there are some men who are just never going to see me as an equal no matter how hard I work or how much experience I have. Being in the south definitely exacerbates the problem. Coming from the liberal mountain of colorado to a small conservative town in Tennessee has been about as big of a culture shock as I’m likely to have outside of my move to Europe. I just want to be taken seriously and not as a child to be seen and not heard. But you know what? If I have to wake up everyday and prove that I have just as much creative right and talent as ten men my age and older, then so be it. I will fight everyday to show the world that I have a passion and vision and I’m not backing down. The more I get pushed out the harder I’ll push back. There may be a glass ceiling, but glass was made to be broken.

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If there is one thing I wish people would stop doing, it is acting disgusted when they find out people are sick. I have been sick for the last week and some people, when they find out, you would think I had the plague they get so upset. They get this wrinkled look on their face, and back away, and say things like, “ew” or “don’t get me sick”. It’s not like I’m oozing pus out of soars on my face, honestly calm down. Some people act like I have offended them with my very presence, like my goal is to get as close to them as possible, cough on them, and make them share in my misery. I honestly can’t stand it.

I know sickness makes people uncomfortable, like I said it’s one of the things that annoys me most, so I am every aware of how people are going to react before they do it. So this time, I thought I would take precautions to stop it from happening.The first day of my sickness I walk into class, sit down on the en dog a row, push my chair further away from the other chairs than I usually would, and wait for someone to ask me how I am. My friends walk in, one of them sits next to me.

“How are you?”

“Sick.” As soon as the word was out of my mouth she slid over as far as she could.

“What kind of sick?”

“Just a cold I think”

“Oh…” but she just kept sliding. “Sorry, I just really can’t afford to be sick right now.”

Ok so here is my problem with this situation. A) I was already sitting really far away from her out of respect of her personal bubble of health, there was no need to keep scooting her chair further and further away like I was a zombie about to eat her brain. B) “I can’t afford to be sick right now.” Really? Like I can? She acted like I had gotten sick, just to come to class and make her sick, and mess up her schedule. She said it like when I told her I was sick I had really asked her to go to lunch with me. “No, sorry I can’t really afford to go out to lunch today” I wasn’t inviting her to share in my sickness, I was simply telling her my current state of being.

Sometimes I wonder if I should just not tell people and see if they even notice. Sometimes I think if we never told people we were sick they wouldn’t act like idiots trying to stay away from us. And sometimes I think I should just cough all over anyone who acts disgusted so that when they get sick I can say “Ew,” slide over and say smugly, “I just can’t really afford to be sick right now.”

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