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Name: Suzette
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus, sports, hanging out with my friends, singing, homestarrunner.com, Campus Crusade for Christ, YouthFront, snowboarding, international missions, rock climbing, floor hockey, ultimate frisbee
Expertise: weightlifting, cooking
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education
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AIM:  waitliftingqueen
MSN: powerhaus_03
Member Since:
8/2/2004
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| My job is a joke. No one takes it seriously which is leading to a lot of frustration and anger. We had a schedule for June and then we were supposed to make one for July. However, some how we never got around to making the schedule. So I got everyone's schedules and made one up. The first one didn't work so I moved some stuff around and we had a schedule even if temporary. The way it is supposed to go is that each CA has four day shifts/week. However because of class and the way everything else is working out one CA has three shifts, one has three and a half, one has four, my roommate has five and I have five and a half. One of the girls freaked out about not being able to choose her schedule, though not much would have changed had she been able to pick. My roommate was pissed because of the amount of extra work we're doing. I even had to drop a desk shift (paid) to do day duty (unpaid).
Then today the CA on duty didn't answer her phone, nor did any senior staff member or any other CA. I had to at last give a room key to a debate staff member to open the camper's door. Then during my second shift when I'm both on duty and at the desk (which I can't leave) I called the CA that was in the building and asked her to do the lock out. She said she was running late to go home and so she couldn't do it. I told her that there was no one else and she still wouldn't help out. I called my senior staff person again and finally he answered. I did the lock out but told him I needed to talk to him. I told him what was going on and he said "We'll work through it." Then he asked me why I made the schedule. I told him it was something that needed to be done and it wasn't a thing that could just be put off. I mean even if we didn't make a formal schedule the same people would be called. He told me that he and the other director would have liked to be asked. I felt kind of bad because I didn't even think about saying anything to them. Really, part of the problem was that they just weren't around nor available. So nothing has changed. No one has done anything towards even a temporary solution. I'm so ready to be done. I don't think I could handle being here all of July.
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| As it occurs to me that many people don't know what the heck is up with me since I am now a college graduate*, I guess it is time to make a declaration of intent for the next stage of my life (as short as this stage might be).
Anyway the field which I feel a calling to is in general a Spanish speaking country though I will submit to anything. I'll be in Lawrence for sure until half way through July. I'd like to spend a week at camp; that would fill my heart with joy before I leave for a very different place. Give me a call if you want to hang out before August, 785.806.2515.
*Actual graduation pending on outcome of Summer Term 2007 class; Sociology 130: Comparative Societies.
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| I've been listening to a lot of Bright Eyes recently. I mean, I've been really listening to the lyrics. There have been several times when the lyrics go into something about religion or Christ, but ultimately it leads to rejection. For example, in the song "Waste of Paint" the last few lines are: So now I park my car down my the cathedral, where floodlights point up at the steeples.
Choir practice was filling up with people. I hear the sound escaping as an echo.
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle. When voices blend they sound like angels.
I hope there is some room still in the middle.
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them. The range is too high, way up in heaven.
So I hold my tongue, forget the song, tie my shoe and start walking off.
And try to just keep moving on, with my broken heart and my absent God
and I have no faith but it is all I want, to be loved and believe in my soul, in my soul...
We Christians make it seem like the goal is so high. You have to be this tall to get on the Jesus ride. That's not it at all and when we put these limits on faith people become discouraged. They some how know that the goal is too high to reach. Even Christians can't make it, we just pretend we do. "all I want, to be loved..." God is love. God IS love. He knows you where you are. You don't need to get better to meet Him. | | |
| I guess I just need to come out and say it for all the camp people. I am not working for YouthFront this summer. I know it is sad and I really want to do it but I really have to take another class to graduate. I do plan on volunteering for at least a week as a cabin leader. I'd love to do it for the teen staff, that's my dream at least. I will (hopefully) be working as a "Conference Assistant" at KU. I've talked to every housing employee that has some sway and told them of my plan so I have a better chance of getting the job. Basically I would be the Resident Assistant for the high school students that come to KU over the summer for various camps, band camp, basketball, volleyball, and all the other sports camps. I'm really excited about it, because this will be the first summer I have stayed in Lawrence. So Good Luck to all of you who are going back to YouthFront; I will miss you my family! | | |
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