A Wrinkle in Bekah

I've been trying to think of something that could summarize this week, in order to make a good blog post, but nothing really profound comes to mind, so I'll ramble. It's always fun to ramble.

My Dad came home from his 5 month tour with the navy hospital ship Mercy this last Thursday. I (obviously) wasn't there for his homecoming, but he did call me and left a message on my cell phone in Vietnamese, so I called back and got to talk for a while (in English). I'll see him and my Mom in a couple of weeks, because my little nephew is going to be blessed.

I've been spending a lot of time (probably more than I should, actually) at my internship. It's hard, but it's fun. Sometimes it's a little scary to think that the lives of these people are in my hands, and I have the chance to either hurt them (which would probably break my spirit) or help them change their lives. Sometimes I feel like I'm great at it, and other times I feel totally inadequate. I guess that's the way it is with everything in our lives though.

I've officially decided that I really do like Logan. It's small and rather quiet, but not uncomfortably small, and it's also really pretty. Here's a picture of a sunset that I took from the Spectrum (the sports building where volleyball/basketball games are held) while I was at work. Speaking of volleyball, I got a shock on Thursday when our volleyball team was playing Fresno State. I've never been too good with sports stuff, but I felt pretty confident in understanding how the college volleyball games worked, having attended quite a few with Susie while we were roommates. Lo and behold, at Thursday's game our team lost the first match, then lost the second. Sad, right? Except, then they kept playing. What? Why are they playing another set? Our team just lost...didn't they? Well, apparently in the WAC (and Susie, tell me if I'm getting this wrong) they play best out of five games, with the last set going up to 15. I was pretty confused. And it didn't help that a popcorn vendor told me they may have to go up to fifteen sets. I'm still not totally sure if he was just playing off my ignorance. Whatever, the point is, we lost the game. And I learned that not all college sports rules are created equal.

In case you were wondering what makes a good social worker, it's not all the theories and skills and lessons that you teach. All you really need to know, at least, if you're working with clients in mental health, is how to play pool. Someday I'm going to do a study. I'm going to contrast all the interventions that we try and apply, to the social skills learned while playing pool with the clients. I'm already pretty sure I know which one is going to come out on top. And in case you're already preparing to take me on, I just have to tell you that in the last two years I've gotten pretty dang good. And I spent yesterday and three Saturdays ago playing for three hours straight with a client who, in all honesty, needs to start his own business teaching people how to play pool. He's ridiculously good, and he taught me some pretty handy tricks. Any takers?

I think I might need to name my palm pilot. I didn't use it for two years, after I was done with school, because quite frankly I didn't have that much stuff to remember. Wake up, go to work, come home, read or watch TV, go to bed. Pretty basic stuff. Now that I'm back in school, however, and running around like a chicken with its head cut off, Palmy and I have become great friends. (Palmy is one option. I'm also considering Hal; Macguyver; "It," like the huge brain in a Wrinkle in Time...except that "It" was evil, and my Palm Pilot is not evil; I'm kind of leaning towards Palmy. It goes well with Lappy. My cell phone would be more problematic I suppose. You can't call it "Phoney.")

I would like to openly support NBC's efforts to prevent any unnecessary frustration on the part of their viewers concerning a certain couple on their show, The Office. I would also like to thank the websites for providing their shows online now, as my schedule doesn't allow me to watch certain shows that I like at normal-people times.

Lastly, has anyone else noticed, and felt slightly cheated, when they read the Voyage of the Dawn Treader and realized that Leslie Burke from Bridge to Terabithia wasn't exactly as creative as we thought she was, because she pretty much stole that name from the name of the Island that Prince Caspian and Co. go to? Anyone? Anyone? I mean, that couldn't have just been a coincidence. Still, they're both great stories. =]