Week Four

So my weekend get-away in DC was just fabulous. It was so great to see some familiar faces, get lots of hugs, and one AMAZING back rub (to get out all my newly formed stress knots) from Kasha. I came back feeling so refreshed and I didn't even know I needed refreshing. My internship has also been really great this week, as usual. Got to do some observation with some younger kids. Met the cutest little guy with CP. He had this tiny squeaky voice that went up and down in the exact same pattern for everything he said. He really loved the piano so after every activity he would announce, "And now it's time to play the piano!!!" and would have to be redirected to wait until the end of the session. His PT was also in the session with us. She was able to do stretching that he absolutely would not tolerate in her sessions because he was distracted by the music. PT is very painful for him, but music is very motivating. He has a great voice and picks up on the melody and words to a song so quickly. It was really great to see the two fields working together for the good of the child. 

Yesterday we has our second Jr. High chorus rehearsal at my main school. Most of the kids that come to chorus are at the school for emotional disorders or severe learning disabilities. They need an environment with fewer students in the classroom and more one-on-one time with the teachers to that they can learn successfully. Things like chorus and band are opportunities for them to shine in ways they might not have been able to in their district school. There was one boy who sat to the side and didn't really sing very much, but approached my supervisor after wards to ask if she needed anyone to play drums for any of our songs. He said that he played in his old school and at his church. Since there just happened to be a drum set in the room my supervisor invited him to sit down and show her what he could do. She let him set the beat and then played with him on the piano. We started to draw a crowd in with the noise. She asked him if he knew "Eye of the Tiger". He didn't so she showed him how to start it off and then started playing with him on piano again. He just took off with it. By this time everyone from his class including teachers and aides were there singing along. He was fabulous. When it was over everyone cheered and he ran out of the room beaming because he didn't know what to do with his new found fame. It was one of those tear jerker moments you know, to see a kid who obviously had some pretty severe difficulties succeed and receive that much praise. Man was it cool. I think that I'm in the right profession folks :)

Snot Factory

Of course. I knew it was coming. A cold. A yummy sore throaty, snotty-lious, headache filled cold. Thankfully the worse of it was experienced over the weekend when I had to text a few comrades Saturday night requesting them to check on my status Sunday morning for fear that I was going to drown in my snot. I think that's about graphic enough eh? Buuuuuuuut, I am feeling better now, thankfully, because I DESPISE blowing my nose. My dad and bro on the other hand LOVE it. I wonder if that means they like to get sick? Doubtful. Anyways, I'm feeling just well enough to make a crazy 7 hour drive down to the outskirts of DC for a dayish to visit my beloved friends Kasha and Emily. Kasha's mom is attending a conference there so we are crashing her hotel room and hanging out! I'm beyond pumped to see some familiar faces and get a bear hug or two! Who knows what we'll do, Kasha's making the plans, something she hates to do, but does very well, so I'm sure it will be a blast! I'd be happy just to sit in the room and stare at them the whole time, but that might be creepy so I'd better not :)

Speaking of familiar faces, those I know and love back in the Midwest sure have been taking care of me. I feel so stinking loved and cared for. Everyday I get at least one text or phone call or letter or package, and I know, for a fact, that I get many more prayers. I'm going to post of pic of one day's worth of loot! I got a package from my fam in which my mom included cold meds and cough drops among a million other fabulous things (how did she know?!). I also got a package with a 2 LB BAG of Roasterie coffee (my MOST FAV coffee from KC) from Mac with a lovely letter, and a LONG letter from Cholbear. Not to mention the Silly Bands from Eli, sheet music and letter from Kit, and letters from Mandy, Kasha, Leah, and Rachel I've gotten in the the past 2 weeks alone. I feel so blessed to call you all my friends! I hope that I can attempt to bless you all even half as much as you bless me!!! 

Seriously great mail day

I Think I'm in Love

Ya know, I've only felt this way about one other boy. He stole my heart a couple summers ago, goes by the name of Luca :) He's the five year old with autism that I got to work with for a couple of months at a special needs preschool. He's who spurred me on to wanting to work with kids with special needs. He made a tremendous impact on me. I was his "B" :) Today I met exactly what I imagine a teenage version of Luca would be. Now I didn't make any connections to Luca during the session, it wasn't till afterward when I was trying to figure out what it was about him that seemed to familiar to me that the light turned on. He came bounding into the room, he'd just got done swinging his aide told us (Luca's fav) and he kept talking about riding the bus (Luca's second fav). He was almost as tall as me and about 12 times as fast. He bounced around the room with precision I could only dream of having. I mean he would run and leap and land right smack in front of a drum and not knock it over. I could walk 10 feet around a drum and still manage to tip it somehow :) He was so full of energy he could barely sit still and needed endless sensory stimulation, but he was also so full of joy that couldn't possibly get upset with him. Oh and he had absolutely no concept of personal space, a trait I've found common in men, but it was so much more endearing on him. He does what my supervisor coined as "drive by's". He'll pace and leap around the room and on his way by come with in about 2 inches of your face, his way of saying hello. About mid-session, he paced by and pressed his forehead to mine for just a half a second. That was it. My heart was his. Of course, this isn't good because he needs to be aware of personal boundaries and work on having the "Stranger Danger" reflex, so those are some of his goals. But it's just like when Luca was supposed to be working on walking the halls independently and he would reach up and grab my hand, the therapist in me pulls away (most of the time) so that he can grow, but my heart gets touched just the same. This is gonna be a good year.

Week One: Dun Dun Dun

Well I feel the need to start this off with a confession. Something that's been weighing on me that I feel the need to share. On my way to my first day of my internship, I may, or may not, have listened to this to pump myself up. Oh wow, it feels good to just get that out there :) Now lets rewind to the night before my internship. I forced myself to lay down at around 10 and actively attempted to fall asleep at about 10:30, but no go. I laid there, starring at my ugly tile ceiling until about 12:30. I finally fell asleep only to be woken up by a rattling window a couple hours later. I got up shoved a magazine in the crack, like my mom showed me, and then, because it was just sitting there, popped a piece of candy in my mouth. As I tossed it up and tried to catch it, I spotted and saw a huge spider crawling on my previously mentioned ugly tile ceiling, which made it considerably uglier. I laid back down and attempted to fall asleep, but I couldn't shake the thought of the spider crawling over above me and lowering himself down my throat, (I most def sleep with my mouth WIDE open, so this fear was legit). So I gathered up all my courage and my brown moccasin and mounted a chair. Upon smashing the little bugger, it fell, presumably on me, which meant a full wardrobe change before I could attempt sleep again. As I finally laid back down I looked at the time, 2:17, ugh. I did eventually get back to sleep, but needless to say I was a little groggy the next morning. And it was that very grogginess (I think I just made that word up) that led to the excellent music choice displayed above. 

So I get there. I wander around the school, find where I need to go, my supervisors and one of the other interns, and we being our day of orientations and meetings and lame slide shows and lots of laughs. All of the music therapist that I will get to work with seem awesome, and the other two interns are just as sweet as can be. So even on minimal sleep, the company made what could have been an insanely boring day pretty great.

Day 2, which was the first day of school for the kids, did not go so great. I mean the kids were awesome, and I got to hang out with my main supervisor all day, who is seriously amazing, but I felt like crap. I think I over excited myself about the whole ordeal and by the end of the day had a horrible migraine. But I slept it off, and days 3 and 4 were exceptional. Because my supervisor is also a music educator, she has some just general music classes, so I got to meet the students that will be in those, and next week I'll meet the students that will be having music therapy sessions. During one class, we were listening to the iTunes top 10 most popular songs, just the 30 sec clips, and playing name that tune. The boy next to me wasn't doing so hot at naming any of the songs so he leaned over to me and said, "I don't listen to the radio, so I don't know any of these!" I told him that it was ok, that he should just make a good guess and that most of the time they sing the name of the song in the clip. He leaned in again, gave me a look with a sly little smile, and said "I don't listen to the 'ratio', maybe that'll give a hint as to what I'm interested in." I wanted to laugh so badly, but I couldn't, so we just talked about how much he loved math. I wanted to send him to my friend Mackenzie's math class, she would LOVE him! This same kid was playing a gigantic rain stick for a song and was asked to play at the beginning and the end. He replied, "I'm the beginning and the end, the Alpha and Omega!" Perfect. And like I said, my supervisor is amazing. She is a fabulous music therapist that is loved by everyone in the building, and she's a rock solid woman of God. Man have I been blessed! I anticipate learning and growing so much this year and I'm really excited (but not overly excited, that leads to migraines). I have a huge stack of IEP's to read through before Monday and a ton of guitar and piano practicing to do, but I've got some motivation so I'm going to run with it and hope it carries me through till June haha.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow

So tomorrow is the day I've been waiting for! My first day of my internship, and man am I ever ready! I need a routine like a chocoholic needs a candy bar. Speaking of which, I think that I've consumed nearly a pound of pretzel MnM's in the past week. They. Are. Amazing. I'm on a new diet which consists of Goldfish, Ginger Ale, and Pretzel MnM's. But aaaanyway, back to my internship. I'm purdy sure that tomorrow will be full of meetings and orientations and boring things like that, but Wednesday the kids come! Mandy hit the nail on the head when she text me today and said that I needed some kiddo lovin in my life. I didn't realize how much I missed hanging out with kids until just the other day. I was at a park sitting under a HUGE tree reading and squashing massive tree ants with my can of Ginger Ale (gotta stick to my diet) when I was approached by a couple of 10 year olds in dire need of a quarter. I obliged and then had to suppress an overwhelming urge to ask them where they were going, what they were doing, and if I could come with haha. I need some kiddo lovin for sure. And sadly, my childish ways are also evident in the fact that I'm equally excited about my internship starting and getting to take my new lunch box with me. Check it out!

Isn't it the cutest thing ever!

I'll be sure and post tomorrow or Weds and update how everything went. Now I'm going to find things to wear myself out so I can get to bed before 1am since I will be rising before the sun tomorrow. I'm also excited to start being a morning person again. Coffee just tastes better before 7am :)

Lists

Lists. Something my mom LOVES. Something that I'm far from fond of. Something that I've found myself mentally making since the first day I arrived here. What do I like, what do I not like. What do I miss, what do I not miss. My momma would be so proud :) So here are some of the things I've come up with thus far.

What I Like About Having My Own Place:

1.) Not to beat a dead horse but- My Very Own Fridge

2.) I no longer have to hide the fact that I prefer to drink milk straight outta the carton (sorry past roomies, a habit I never could seem to brake)

3.) The argument over who's turn it is to do the dishes is only between me, myself, and I

4.) Only having to clean up after myself (although I am quite messy)

5.) When I stay up way to late to watch a silly girl movie like 'Steel Magnolias' or 'Sleepless in Seattle' there's no one to judge me :)

6.) No dress code. We'll just leave it at that.

Things I Miss About Kansas City:

1.) My roomies- even thought I am enjoying living alone, I was most definitely blessed with the best roomie experiences ever, all of them were fabulous!

2.) My friends, but that's a given

3.) BBQ!!! Not smelling like it 5 out of the 7 days in a week, but definitely eating it

4.) Sara Lee bread- I mean come on, Wegman's is awesome and all, but no Sara Lee bread?!?

5.) Totino's frozen pizza- I would buy these because they are the perfect size and I could eat a whole one for a meal, but I didn't look like a loser or a fatty buying them because there was at least the assumption that I could share. Now if I want pizza, I have to buy 'Celeste- Pizza For One' which is basically broadcasting the fact that I'm about to go home to my tiny apartment and devour the whole thing alone, while probably watching a silly girl movie (refer too #5 above for examples)

6.) And church, of course church.

It's here that I will insert what I've noticed from visiting churches the past three weeks. The first two churches I went to asked new visitors to please stand up so they could greet you. Really, it took enough courage to come in and seat yourself in the back row praying that you didn't take someone's unofficial assigned seat that they haven't moved from in the past 20 years till you showed up. Then they want you to stand so that person can get a good look at you and make sure you never steal their seat again. I don't think so. Ok, ok, so maybe that was a bit dramatic, but really, being called out in a group of people you don't know, for whatever reason, is totally horrifying, at least for me. I did, however, appreciate the, "Now turn and shake the hand of someone you don't know." At KCBT I would be searching, straining my eyes for someone new, but now I turn in every direction eager for a less humiliating way than previously stated to meet people. Yesterday, I found my way to a really nice church. The praise was great, as was the preaching. People actually brought their bibles and (gasp) opened them. Buuuuuut, there was no, 'Turn to your neighbors and say hello!' and I was hit with a sudden bout of shyness, so I met no one. I'll most likely go back, but I wish at least one person would have introduced themselves to me! So I say all that to say this, make your visitors feel welcome, not humiliated, and get out of your comfort zone and introduce yourself to at least one new person every week. I know from experience, it'll mean the world to them! 

Gettin Settled

So I'm here!!! I've officially been a resident of Rochester, NY for 17 days now, although it doesn't feel like I've here anymore than 3. So far I've determined that the city is lovely. Especially the weather. I don't think it's broke 85 since I've been here, and I've donned a hoodie more than once. My anticipated 'tiny' studio turns out not be that tiny. Well, it's still tiny, but just right for me. In fact, you can do a cartwheel in the middle if you like! I know because I just did one (I've recently adopted the cartwheel scale to determine the size of any given room, I think it'll go mainstream soon). My mom worked her tail off to make it feel like home for me. She did everything from hanging pictures and perfect red curtains, to stocking my fridge full of goodies. Can I repeat, my fridge. A whole refrigerator just for me. Now that's a little nuts :) Here are some pictures of the place. I still need to add somethings to the walls, but I think it's looking pretty darn great for only being a 2 1/2 weeks in.

Here's the before.

 I was told that the piece of wood on the wall was to hang a flat screen TV on. Instead, I hung a huge mirror there. I guess I'd rather look at myself than most of the things you see on TV these days. Not quite sure what that says about me haha.

A before of the kitchen area.

After, the view as you walk in.

 This is after a little hard work by my mom and I, but mostly my mom. And didn't I tell ya the red curtains were great!

The sleeping quarters....or the other side of the room haha

 You may not believe it, but my mom and I built that futon with only our bare hands and a flower handled screwdriver. You don't have to tell me you're impressed. I already know. Also, Kit's picture she drew/painted for me looks super great right there doesn't it!

The kitchen

Please note that my mom took the time to put hooks on the wall for my towels and pot holders. Wow. And also, Galamo roomies, you are well represented on the fridge (my fridge, oh I just like typing that)

The wall opposite my desk

The bookshelf was also built by my mother and I, but once again, mostly by my mother. Also, there is the one project I've completed since I've been here- The Wall of Frame (close up below)

The Wall of Frame

I got this idea from a friends house out in Colorado a couple of years ago. The had one huge frame with a bunch of little frames inside it. I'm too cheep for that. So we found a very large and very ugly painting of a sailboat for $5 at a thrift store and ripped the painting out and hung just the frame on the wall. I then added some of my fav black and white pics printed out either from Kodak with a white boarder (aka. my cheap version of a frame) or used ones I'd developed in photography class last fall. I'm kinda in love with it :)

So there you have it. A little sneak peek into my world here in Rochacha. In my truest attempt to make it feel like home, I've got a loaf of banana bread baking right now (smells glorious) and am looking forward to a night of eating and book reading. And I'm pretty sure a package full of my moms cookies just arrived as well :) Gonna be a good good night!