A Lot of Random

Right…Monday was just glorious waking up to those "birds chirping”. It was a beautiful, cool, but sunny fall morning; having slept at Megs I walked back to my apartment (in my sweats) loving every step. I then did pilates (laugh if you must), made bread (yum), and went to my internship.

For the first couple of internship hours I shadowed another ILS today. This ILS, Katherine, is a gem! She helped me do my first intake, which went so smoothly.  I learned SO much in observing. It’s official—monkey see monkey do. Ha. She eventually had to leave; thus, I finished worked one-on-one with the client for the last 30 minutes.  I was so proud. 

The best part about my internship on Monday: my co-intern, Tim! Our hours only overlap briefly on Monday. You’re probably thinking—why is she so elated about this other intern? Is he hot? Let me explain… First: way too old for me. And second: there is just something to be said about the support interns can provide each other.  We can ask questions together, act clueless together, panic together, bounce ideas off of each other, and really help each other out. It’s beautiful really!

Monday night: Family Home Evening
Taco salad night! Yum! It was fun. We have a great ward with lots of extremely fun (and funny) people. Loved it. I think the best part about it was a group of about 15 of us all left at the same time and in order to fit on the subway we had to separate into two cars. Well—some of us were making faces at the other car, ugly, kissy, the whole range of emotions faces. Suddenly I saw that a stranger man behind my friends was blushing, and smiling at me! Ha! He TOTALLY thought we were making those faces at him. I winked and turned away. Poor man. I bet he felt SO dumb when he realized all those faces were most definitely NOT directed at him. Why do I feel he felt stupid? Cause we’ve ALL done that. And when you wave back to someone who isn’t waving at you it’s straight up embarrassing! Haha! Love that feeling!

What an adventurous day. I went with another worker at my internship and a client to assist the client to apply for Public Assistance.

What a process. Really an all day event. Once you pass through security you wait in line ultimately to get a card with a number. You then go upstairs and wait in a room full of singles, parents, children, and people of all ages. The room is too small and has too few chairs for everyone in need—people lined the walls, the halls, and literally were crammed in the hot and stuffy room waiting. Once your number is read (after a few hours) you go up to the desk where you receive another number. Then you wait again. Hours upon hours. Babies were crying, the room was getting stuffier—not an ideal setting. I felt horrible for the adorable children running around—they had to be so hungry. But no one wanted to leave for fear their number would be called. So much stress, so much frustration…the cursing, the heat.

Finally—after 4pm (keep in mind we left first thing in the morning) our client’s number was called. We went back to a room full of cubicles with computers and desks. We met with someone briefly then we had to go downstairs to wait in another line to get a fingerprint and picture. Back upstairs again...we felt like we were running circles.  Then to the room with the cubicles again where we received yet another number to go all the way down to the main floor to wait in another line to receive a referral so that the client could go across town to wait in…can you guess??...ANOTHER line. It’s ridiculous. The process was grueling. The system is a mess.  It's confusing and frustrating... Not to mention, patience in the building (regarding workers in particular) is near nonexistent.

The highlight of the wait was the most adorable 3-year-old. She was driving her parents insane—jumping up, screaming, doing anything for attention. She saw that I was writing and she just sort of began to watch. So I let her draw in my notebook. She’s far from timid—so jumped at my offer. It was hysterical: she would scribble something down, point at it until I praised it, then she would jump up and down in circles yelling “I did it! I did it! I did it!” Then the process would repeat…again and again and again. It was also most comical because she had quite a big temper for being such a little girl. If I misunderstood what she wanted me to draw for her, she would immediately start stomping her feet and getting upset. It took everything in me not to crack up (I didn't want to offend her parents). It was too cute!

Another eye-opening experience: As I was writing in a notebook during our lengthy wait. My client turned to me and asked what I was doing. I told him I was just writing some notes. His response was, “You know, I bet lots of the crowd in here would like to learn to write too.” And he was right.  It is so sad that here we are in one of the most developed nations in the world, and such statements can be made.

Anyway—as horrible as I made the day sound it wasn’t all that bad. In truth: it was enlightening. It helped me see how frustrating of a process it really must be. It allowed me to gain empathy in ways I did not forsee; empathy necessary to reach clients.

After this PA applying adventure I headed up to Harlem to meet my little 9-year-old girl for tutoring. So fun! Slash funny! So—first: she’s reading A Series of Unfortunate Events. The first paragraph of the entire book pretty much informed us that it is a depressing book—beginning to end—so naturally we determined tht we cannot smile while reading it. It’s great. The best and perhaps most comical moment of the night was trying to help her understand the word “retain”. She read it, paused and looked at me to ask, “What does retain mean?” So I tried to use an "age appropriate" example of the word retain. “Does that make sense?” I asked. I received the ultimate look of, What are you talking about? “Ummmm…no," she responded. (By the way—this girl is adorable, but oh does she have attitude. The good kind. But you have to picture her responses with attitude. It adds to the story. Trust me.) I tried another example. I used learning at school—retaining knowledge/facts. “Does that make sense?” I asked again. “Yeaaaaaa….no.” I began devising another example when she piped in, “Hold up hold up. I think I get it. So is it like when there’s a boxer. Like a real good boxer—one who wins all the time. And he goes up against another boxer. And he beats the boxer again. So he keeps his title. Is that like retain?” Um…why I didn’t think to use a boxing example with a 9-year-old girl I just don’t know. Haha! I was cracking up so bad. But she was right. Note to self: use boxing when defining anything to this girl. Ha.


Lunch with the girls (Yay for sandwiches! AND—I can almost chew again.  Have I mentioned I tore a jaw ligament early August? Ha.) Though it still hurts on occasion.

Class: Policy pop quiz. Oh cursed pop quizzes. It doesn’t matter if I know or not that you’re coming. 300 pages minimum per week…is passing possible? That I just don’t know. Ha.


US ReOpen Party.
Let me explain. These girls at church discovered 1,000 free tennis balls on craigslist…naturally they couldn't resist. Thus they threw a tennis party. It was a blast! We ended up having a tennis tournament. We called it “New York Tennis”. You see—essentially what you do is sit on the couch and try to throw the ball into a pot on the other side of the room. We all participated in the first round and kept individual scores by which we were put into a tournament formation. After that it was single elimination. Talk about intense. Meaghan and I both wore sweat bands…most fitting I think.


The MET! Meaghan had an assignment she had to complete in the MET, so the two of us ventured over for the morning.

We wandered through the Greek exhibit,

This is Megs takin a picture of her favorite bums.

Haha. She wants a picture of that statue in her bathroom.

Then there was the Medieval exhibit:

…and I thought my studying was rough. Ha.

Then, my favorite Egyptian hall:

Then to Modern Art:
Let's see...we had Monet,



Vany (Van Gogh),

And a whole lot of random

We also ventured up on the roof which was quite enjoyable.

Following our MET adventure we attempted to take the bus across Central Park to shorten our return trip. Um…wow are we bus illiterate. Yeah, we got lost (briefly). We completely went the wrong direction for almost 20 minutes before realizing. It was hysterical!

That’s us being lost on the bus.

Internship: I met with a number of clients and little by little things are getting less intimidating.  You always wear a confident face, but it's nice to start feeling that internally too.  Don't get me wrong, I still feel there is loads to learn...but little by little I'm finding my place.

Friday Evening:
Meaghan and I have decided to watch one Halloween movie each Friday leading up to Halloween! So we began this last Friday with (drum roll) Hocus Pocus. HAHAHAHA! Oh lands…if you haven’t seen that movie you HAVE to see it. I feel it would be a hit at my household—family you know what that means. It’s SO dumb that it’s AMAZINGLY wonderful and comical and all that we cherish. Haha. Watch it. Love it.
Oh—that’s our “healthy” brownie eating during the movie.

Brownies WITH fruit. That’s totally healthy right?!


General Conference.
Can I just say that I absolutely love General Conference. (My school friends think I’m crazy for having 8 hours of church this weekend—but it’s totally worth it.)

I watched most of the sessions at the ward building—I pay attention better when I don’t have distractions. I loved in the Saturday morning session—when they announced the temple in Japan a sister missionary from Japan freaked out. It was hysterical and spiritual all at once! She was absolutely elated!

Without going into too much detail about the talks (since many of you have just heard them too)—I just wanted to touch on two themes I picked up during the conference. Those themes are the themes of love and being proactive.

David A. Bednar of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles shared that we should love—and that we should show it. We should let those we love know that we love them. Then President Dieter F. Uchdorft memorably stated, “Love should be our walk and our talk”. He also shared that love is the key characteristic of a disciple of Jesus Christ. Then President Henry B. Eyring too spoke on love. He shared that love is at the heart of our ability to obey God. I think it’s a good time to just love everyone!

Richard G. Scott of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles touched on being proactive about the spirit saying—the Lord will not force you to learn, you must choose to follow the spirit yourself. Also President Eyring shared about the lady’s head stone that said “Please. No Empty Chairs”. He emphasized that the “Please” indicated it is a choice. “Neither God nor she can compel a person to choose happiness.”

Those were some of my favorite talks. Oh—and not forgetting the theme of service—I loved President Monson sharing the story of the dad who daily asked around the dinner table, “And what did you do for someone today?” I hope to make that my motto—especially after the inspiring and motivating examples of the numerous acts of service members performed for President Monson’s birthday.

In the morning I went to a Conference brunch at a friend’s. We had French toast, fruit, and divine warm syrup. Yum.

 Conference (again I just loved it)

Then at night we had a birthday party at my apartment for my roommate Natalie. What a success. It was such a blast. During the first hour Natalie—a professional ballroom dancer—gave us ballroom lessons. It was hysterical and so fun! Then we all just talked and played games (including a “Win a Date With Natalie”. My roommate, Laura, put it together. She did it like a game show—and it was hysterical. There were four contestants and they all had to answer ridiculous questions. Good work Laura.).  Ps: You'd think by now I'd at least recognize most faces!  Not the case.  I am still meeting SO many new people!  I have this love-hate relationship with that: I LOVE meeting new people, but I'm craving that point where I feel like there is some consistency...or that point where I know: I now "live" in NY.  Does that make sense?  I will say this: tonight provided introductions with many new dashing gents.  Ha.  I'm kidding.  Ok really though, there are some nice folks here...  I just tend to fancy men, if you know what I mean (wink). 

The end.

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