Exciting!

Today marks a big day in my life: I gave blood for the first time. It was an....interesting experience that I probably wont want to experience again. Let me tell you. So I go in and start reading the little handbook they have and I hear some veteran donors talking about how the finger prick is the scariest part. So the doctors take me in to do the interview and here comes the finger prick. I didn't feel anything!

"Great!" I thought. "This is going to be a piece of cake!"

Then I got into the chair. They stuck the needle in, which didn't hurt at all, and I start squeezing away on the stress ball they gave me. I feel great!

"Why is this even a big deal for people?" I thought.

Well, that is when the needle really started hurting me. Every time I would squeeze the ball, I could feel the needle in my arm. Then soon after that both hands started going numb and I couldn't move my fingertips. Not a good sign, if you ask me. Then My vision started going blurry and (having passed out before and knowing the feeling) I said "Jed (that was may doctor's name), I'm going to pass out." The doctors responded really speedily to a remark like this. They put ice packs on my chest, told me to start coughing a lot to get Oxygen to my brain, gave me water, gave me juice, fanned my hot face. It was really great service :) I sat there for about 10 minutes just recovering and then I felt good enough to go to the designated snack spot and I sat there for another 10-15 minutes. I survived!

On another exciting note..... I GOT INTO THE DENTAL HYGIENE PROGRAM!!! I got my letter today and in the course of jumping up and down with my roommates out of excitement, I almost passed out again. Haha


It's been a great day!

Who ya gonna call?

Check out a Ghostbusters video we made on a super fun group date. Go to Maria's (Mary's) blog on the right and it should be there.

Embarassing Moments

Last Friday I was getting my classroom ready to teach in. I usually do thing while listening to my iPod, as I was on Friday. A Martina McBride song came on (I think it was Independence Day or With a Broken Wing) and I started belting out. I was in my element. The music got more and more dramatic as the climax was about to hit and boy was I getting into it. I had totally forgotten my preparations and my whole body and voice were into it. It was right after this splendid solo that I turned towards the door and my student and his mom were at the door.

Great! I am sure my face was 16 shades of red. The mom half-laughing said, "Oh did we miss your solo?" I quickly took out my ear phones and tried to laugh it off, but I couldn't. The "Miss Becky" they know is mature and smart and organized and composed. Well, now they know the real me I guess. It was only later that I realized they could only hear my not-so-perfect voice, not the dramatic music that had got me started in the first place. At least I can laugh about it now.