Fo the weally weals!

When I was younga, I was in speech thewapy fo not saying my aws (r) cowectly. Fo the weally weals, I couldn't say my aws. When I decided to be a speech thewapy major, I was still a little nuvous because theh aw some wuds that I can't say. Last week my teacha assigned pwojects fo the class ova diffewent phonemes (sounds of lettas). The only letta I didn't want was aw... and, of cose, that was the letta I was assigned.

Last night, though, theh was a twemendous bweakthwough. Afta confessing my deepest feah to my sista and fwiend of having a client with the name "Woy" oh "Twoy" (those aw two vewy hawd wuds to pwonounce), Amba wequested that I twy to say Woy and Twoy without concentwating. I twied, and what I pehceived as failuh, Amba and Kelli said was nohmal! I can say Roy and Troy afta all! A humongous bawiah was knocked down!

Graduate Schools

Whew! Midterms are over, and I feel good about them! :) I survived! (who knew!)

So, besides the regular academic load, my life has been consumed with the search for the best graduate school of Speech-language Pathology. This weekend I traveled to Dallas/Denton with my friend Lael. It was my very first time to drive in Dallas, and I was super nervous! With the help of my superb navigator (Lael), we made it to our destination and back!

The purpose of this trip was to look at the graduate schools, University of Texas at Dallas and the University of North Texas. UTD really impressed me! :) UNT really did not! I'm refining my list of schools- yeah! I'm also considering Western Kentucky University, University of Tennessee, Texas Women's University, and ACU.

Midterms

This first semester of my senior year was great. Then midterms hit me like a concrete block! No mercy! I turned in a paper, taught a class, and finished a test today. I have a paper and small project due tomorrow. And I have a small project and two tests on Thursday. Ugh! At this time in my life I am seriously wondering if I actually will survive. I'm not convinced that I'll be alive for Fall Break (which is this weekend!!). I may be stressed to tears, but two things hold true:
1. God is good.
2. The sun will keep on rising and setting if I pass geometry or not.

The Fence

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I attend a Tennis class. I walk out to the courts and watch all of the "cool kids" step over a three-foot tall fence. All of the other two athletes (of which I am one) walk an extra forty-five seconds to go through a gate. I have never built up the courage to even attempt stepping over this fence. Three days a week I am faced with the dilemma: "Will I step over the fence today?", and every day I have said no... until today! Today was the day that I would set all of my fears aside and make this bold move! My leg was raised, reached the top of the fence successfully, and slowly traveled to the ground on the other side... (for your information, I have very short legs). Now the other leg. Well, it got caught. I fell immediately on the concrete, scraped my knee and elbow, and landed flat on my back. Instantly the group of guys behind me showed concern for my well-being, and then stepped over the fence. They, too, fell on the concrete and kindly stated, "See, it's so easy to fall! Everybody falls! And now all of the attention isn't on you!"