Books.

I finished two books yesterday.  I love finishing books.  I always feel so accomplished; not to mention it means I get to start another one.  The two books were Ford County Stories by John Grisham and Catalyst by Laurie Halse Anderson.

The John Grisham book was really good.  I'm normally not a big fan of the type of stories John Grisham writes, but this was great.  It's a collection of short stories, which made it really fast-paced and easy to read.    All of the stories are about small town Mississippi, and as much as I hate to admit it, they often hit close to home.  The setting was familiar and the types of people were like people I know or have met.  I highly recommend it.

Catalyst is a young adult book.  It didn't start out so great, but once I got into the meat of it, it was really good.  It turned out to be quite a touching story.  It's about a pastor's daughter who is a senior in high school whose dream is to get into a certain college; it's all she thinks about.  Then her neighbor--and meanest girl in school--has to move in with her because her house burns down.  The main character learns that life is about more than her selfish dreams.  Like I said, touching.

Life is hard.

This week it's been hard to get out of bed in the mornings and even harder to stay away from it the rest of the day.  I'm making it, though.  I pray that each day will be a little better than the last.  I'm getting better at being honest with myself and honest with those around me.  I've started telling people how I really feel rather than what I think they want to hear.  It's been good--sort of liberating, in a sense.  I'm allowing other people to help me carry my burden.  I thought I was protecting people by not letting them know how bad things were; I was saving them some worry.  I now know that was silly of me.  In my attempt to shelter those I loved, I was really shutting them out.  The Lord created us to live in community; He created us to need other people.  It's taken me a long time to learn that, but I am learning.  And I'm thankful for all of the people who are helping me carry my burden.  You are truly a blessing.

A new blog.

So I started a new blog.  In my search for new headache treatments and whatnot, I have come across several blogs people have written solely about their headaches.  They've been so helpful to me, I decided I should start a similar blog so that my experiences can hopefully be of help to someone else.  This blog was a little too personal to open to the public, so I started an entirely new one.  I'll still post on this one about non-headache things, but here's a link to the new one in case you're curious:

http://whenlifesaheadache.blogspot.com/

Bored and sick.

The only thing worse than being bored is being bored and sick.  I'm not feeling well today (Imagine that) so I can't really do much, which makes me bored.  But because I can't do much, I can't do anything about the boredom problem.

Here are the things I've considered doing:

• cleaning.  BUT it takes more energy than I have.
• making something.  You know, like a craft.  BUT I'd have to go to the store to buy supplies.  Again, too much energy.
• entering a writing contest.  BUT I can't find any contests without an entry fee.
• writing for fun.  BUT it requires too much thinking.
• reading a book.  BUT that doesn't always work well with a headache.
• exercising.  BUT that's worse than cleaning.

I'm running out of ideas.

I love books.

I love books.  I love everything about them:  the smell of them, the feel of them in my hands, and especially the words in them.  One day I'm going to write my own book; it's sort of a life ambition.  I love books so much I can't say no sometimes.  If there's a book sitting next to me--or within a 100 foot radius really--I can't not pick it up.   It's like an addiction.  It's so bad I can't finish one book before I move on to another.  I don't have the will to say no.  This can become a problem when, like now, I'm in the middle of four books at once.  It gets confusing, and then it takes forever to finish them all because I have to treat each book with equal respect, giving each equal reading time. 

I am so excited that I have found a career where I'll get paid (maybe not very much, but paid nonetheless) to read for the rest of my life.  It's almost like an alcoholic getting a job at a brewery--except slightly less fatal.  It's just too perfect.

Foreign kids.

This week I started tutoring some middle school kids who have moved to the United States within the last few years.  They're all just learning English, so they have a hard time in school.  I'm working with 4 kids.  They're all precious.  Let me tell you a little about them.

Helena:
Helena is an 8th grader from China.  She is the tiniest 8th grader I have ever seen.  She's probably no more than 4 feet tall, and I'm sure she weighs no more than 60 pounds.  Adorable.  Yesterday she asked me to help her with her history.  We were talking about slaves, and we read in her textbook that slaves could sometimes inherit land from their masters.  Helena didn't get it.  So I started trying to explain what the word inherit means.  This is quite difficult to do to someone who doesn't have an extensive English vocabulary...  You should try it sometime.  So I'm trying to explain to Helena that when someone dies, they can leave their stuff to someone else.  She still doesn't get it.  I worked on explaining that word for probably 5 minutes.  Then all of a sudden, little bitty Helena laughs and says with her cute Chinese accent, "Why you keep saying people die?"  Oh, Helena.

Jenny:
Jenny is also Chinese.  She has given herself an American name.  I told Jenny why I was there, and she didn't even give me a chance to make small talk before she pulled out her pre-algebra book.  She found what they'd been working on in class, and we figured it out together.  After we worked a couple of problems, she turned to the next section and we did the same thing, and then the next.  After about four sections, I asked Jenny when she's having a test on the material.  She said, "I don't know.  We haven't even gone over this in class yet.  We've only done the first section."  Those stereotypes about Asians being good at school are so true.  She pulled out another assignment to look at and I noticed that all of her stuff was so stinkin' organized!  Hers and Helena's both.  I don't know how those parents teach that, but it was amazing!

Ren:
Ren is the only boy I'm tutoring.  He's from Germany.  He shook my hand when I introduced myself--such a gentleman.  I asked him more than once if he had anything he wanted to talk about or look at, and he just kept saying no...  After a few minutes he took a cue I didn't mean to give and just left.  He was very polite about it, but he was also anxious to get back to class.  Maybe next time.

Weam:
Weam is the only 6th grader I'm helping; the others are 8th grade.  She is from Libya and wears a Muslim headdress.  She is a spunky little girl.  She talked my ears off.  As soon as I asked her if there was anything she wanted to work on, she said, "You came on the right day!"  I kept asking her to read things, and finally she said, "I'm tired.  You read it."  I told her that I was tired too; I'd been at school all day just like her.  She said, "Oh yeah, I've been at school since 6:45 this morning.  What time did you go to school?"  She kept trying to bargain with me, but I eventually won.  She had to decide on a bad guy for a scary story she has to write for English class.  She chose a boy she likes who doesn't like her back.  She then proceeded to tell me the whole story.  He's dumb, but she likes him anyway.  She doesn't know why she likes him.  He likes her best friend who is like her sister.  She should be mad at her friend about it, but she's not; she's still her friend.  Oh, the drama of a sixth grader.

Daily.

Blessed be the Lord, who daily bears our burden,
The God who is our salvation.
--Psalm 68:19