Saturday, February 20, 2010

Youth Group Lock-In!





Yesterday was the St. Edith youth group lock-in. Olivia and I got ready together and we were somewhat excited. We packed our bags, bringing comfy clothes, pillows and sleeping bags. When we were all packed up, we hopped in the van and my mom drove us to Ally's house, because she decided to come last minute. Well once we got there, we realized we were totally, 100% out of our element. In youth group, everyone has their own little group of friends and although everyone is nice there, its still a little intimidating. When we walked in, we realized that basically no one had brought stuff. All three of us piled are stuff on the floor. I basically felt like a dork for having so much stuff. We saw an empty couch and sat there, sort of unsure of the whole situation. Soon enough, they told us to go ahead and grab some food. When Olivia, Ally and I went in the kitchen, we saw 9 pizzas and a bunch of chips along with quite a few different types of cookies. YUM! Well that is, until I actually opened the box of pizza. It was so so so so saucy and I absolutely hate pizza sauce. I have no idea why, it's just one of those weird things. So I just settled for a few Doritos instead. With food in our hands, we went back to "our" couch and ate our little snack. After this, the lock-in officially started.
First we all went around said our names and that type of thing. Then we played some ice breakers. The first one was called "Baby I love you." Everyone sat in a circle, and one person was in the middle. The person in the middle went around and sat on someones lap. Then they would say "Baby if you love me, please just smile." The other person would say "baby I love you, but I just can't smile." The hard part about it was you weren't allowed to smile or laugh. I personally was horrible at this game because I just laugh so easily. When Olivia was in the middle, she would come to me. All she had to say was "Baby" and I totally lost it. After this ice breaker, we did another one then we had a little bit of free time. The three of us went into the gym and had a great time. We played a little bit of basketball, Olivia and Ally against me. That was totally unfair because Ally is so much better then both of us! Then we decided to just sit and talk. We sat and talked and it basically was wonderful. The next thing we did was paint a brick on the wall in the youth group room. We saw three bricks next to each other so we decided to paint those particular ones. Of course the spot we wanted to paint was much taller then us, so we stood on chairs. Unfortunately, the chairs were spinny chairs so it was hard to balance. Once we got all situated, we decided what we were going to paint. Olivia picked peace, Ally picked love and I picked happiness. In the end, it looked pretty cool. We finished up faster then everyone else so we ran back in the gym and talked more. We did a few more activities and by this time, it was around 2 a.m.. Olivia, Ally and I were basically exhausted. We spread out our sleeping bags "heads in the middle" style and finally just got to relax. We decided to watch Raise Your Voice, that super sad Hilary Duff movie. Wow. I hadn't seen that movie in years and it was just how I remembered it- sad. Olivia and I cried during all the sad parts and quietly sang the lyrics of all the songs to each other during our "favorite" songs. Ally fell asleep in the middle of the movie so eventually me and Olivia just laid there and basically had a much needed heart to heart conversation. We talked, about everything. Seriously everything. Around 3:00 a.m. we both fell asleep, only to be woken up at 4a.m. by all the people in youth group who were still up. They came in literally banging pots and pans, telling us to wake-up and come play dodge ball. UGH. I have never woken up so crabby in my life. We told them to go away so we could sleep and eventually, they did. We fell back asleep until 6 when they woke us up again. This time they told us to go get breakfast. No, no I don't want to go each breakfast at 6 o'clock on a Saturday morning I thought to myself. So we got up and rolled up our sleeping bags and packed up our stuff. We went into the kitchen and pretended to eat, that way they would just leave us alone. Around 6:45, Olivia's mom came to get us. As soon as we saw her we sprinted to the car, ready to go home and sleep. When we pulled into my driveway, Olivia helped me bring my stuff in. After we said goodbye, I went inside and fell asleep until 12:30. I'm so glad I got to spend the lock-in with my best friends

Friday, February 12, 2010

Big Fish


This is a story about the first time I backed the car out of the driveway. Actually, it was the first time I was the driver instead of a passenger. I was scared, to say the least. One day I asked my mom if I could pull the "little car" out of the driveway. It is not just called the little car for any old reason, in fact this car is really tiny, like one of those cute little clown cars at the circus. So anyway, my mom was like "yes I will let you, but not right now, I have to start dinner." Ugh, I thought. This is the thousandth time I have asked you to let me and there is ALWAYS something you have to do instead. Why can't we? It will take literally 2 seconds, just please let me pull the car out of the driveway, nothing will happen. Nothing at all. I mean, what can possibly go wrong?! "Stop bothering me, if you ask one more time, I will never ever let you drive. Just stop. Besides, you are not old enough to begin with." With that being said, I walked away. No, I stomped away. I was so mad, I couldn't even walk calmly, instead I stomped my feet like a little baby. Then I heard the front door open. "DADDDDDD." I said, "will you please, please let me pull the car out of the garage, please, I'm begging you!" I finally persuaded my dad to let me. It took me hours, but he finally said yes. So, I threw on my flip flops and I grabbed the keys and dragged my dad out to the garage. I hopped into the drivers seat. I didn't think that I would need to buckle up since we were just pulling out of the driveway but my dad insisted that I just put my seat belt on. I put the keys in the ignition and started the car. Immediately, I saw my dad get nervous. I told him that it would be fine, that I knew what I was doing. I put the car in reverse, and slowly inched out of the driveway. It was going well until I heard a snap. I wonder what that was? I thought... However, I quickly found out. It was my flip flop. It was stuck on the brake pedal. We were still in reverse and since I wasn't able to press down on the brake, we shot out backwards. I started screaming and my dad started yelling at me. Not knowing what else to do, I shut my eyes and hoped for the best. When I opened my eyes, we were across the street, on my neighbors curb. I looked over and saw my angry dad. His hand was clenched on the emergency brake which he had used to stop the car. "Get out of the car. Now." he said. I immediately started crying. I felt like such a dork. UGH. How horrible. Now, my parents will not let me pull out of the driveway. Hopefully I will be able to soon...

Friday, February 5, 2010

Kidnapping in Haiti?


The Baptists in Haiti were not trying to help the children, instead they were trying to hurt them.

Ten Americans from the Baptist Church charity, New Life Children's refuge are being charged for the abduction of 33 Haitian children from Haiti. "This is abduction, not an adoption" says Haitian Social Affairs Minister Yves Christallin. The leader of this church group, insists that they were just trying to do the right thing but thats not the way the rest of the world saw it. From the perpesective of America, it seems like they were selling these children into trafficking. This group was arrested while on a bus filled with children. These children were between the ages of 2 months and 12 years. They were being taken, across the boarder without the proper paperwork.

Child trafficking is a growing problem within Haiti. It has always been a problem but has been increasing rapidly. The Baptist charities plan was to bring 100 children to a resort orphanage . Although they say they were going to an orphanage, some of these children were not even orphans, they still had a living parent. I think that they were going to sell some of these children into trafficking. Maybe not all of them, but at least some. This group is an embarrassment to the United States since this isn't a sitiuation that Americans would normally take part in.


Others however, think that the New Life Children's Refuge was only trying to help the Haitian children. They
say that the improper paper work was an honest, careless mistake. The people that believe this think that the Baptist ministry was just trying to help and do their part in helping Haiti. I however, think they were just taking advantage of these Haitian children.


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