So if you guys check this before this time, I would really really really love prayer tomorrow (Monday) at 3:45pm--I have my first HNGR interview with a panel of professors and I am really, really nervous. Pray that I can be honest and myself, because this weekend I attended the HNGR symposium and I have realized how badly I want to do this. Dad my say I'm doing my hyperbolic extremisms again, but I think I want it more than I've ever wanted anything...
Also--Josh, someone asked my whether I had any traumatic childhood experiences, and I thought about it for a while, and a story I hadn't thought of in a while came to mind. It was only as I told it that I realized how traumatized I was. I think I've been carrying this around for a long time. Do you remember in Ecuador (no, not when we lived in Quito, don't make that joke dad...) and we were at the hanger and you gave me that little chick to hold right before it was fed to the boa constrictor? (my memery attributes you to giving it to me, telling me cute things about it, and then laughing when I was in tears, although I admit that you might not have been as involved as I am now projecting you to be. Nevertheless, you must have been involved somehow for me to remember you so clearly in this story.) Yeah, well that scarred me. I was almost in tears telling the story. But it made me laugh a little too... love ya. :]
Bye fam...
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I'll pray for you, Elise. Just be totally honest with them, and yourself. :-)
Keep us posted about how it goes!
what in the world!!! I would not be that cruel! I tease, I pester, I annoy, but I do NOT emotionally scar!!!
for real. I remember feeding chicks to the boas, but they were nasty juvenile jungle chickens and not cute little fluffy yellow chicks at all, and you CERTAINLY wouldnt have held one even if I wanted you too.
thanks Matt. :]
josh--I remember a cute fluffy yellow chick, and I most definately remember holding it. I also remembered that it sqeaked pitifully as it tried to escape the cage when the boa lunged for it.
update--
I think it went well. I was nervous, and it was intimidating, but I did the best I could and they seemed to like me--lots of smiles and nods. I guess there's no way to really tell, but it could have gone a lot worse!
Thanks for the support/prayer.
Love ya'll.
Elise - way to go with the interview. You would be a great addition to the hngr rolls (no pun intended, but its funny, nonetheless).
Now, to set the record straight, since I was the one who got the chicks to feed to the snake, I know for a fact that they were only deformed birds that the jungle villages didn't want. Since they would not eat those deformed birds, nor would they allow them to breed, they obviously wouldn't waste any food or care on them. We really felt sorry for the little tikes, and only wanted to put them out of their certain misery. One of them was so grossly deformed that the snake actually hesitated - just for a moment (even though others didn't see it, I did - he definitely hesitated, held his nose, and struck..).
Now, we did feed the reptiles mice that were not deformed. Those we caught in the shed. Cute little buggers, almost wanted to take them home as family pets...
you can't make a pun like that and then say no pun intended dad, because you totally intended a pun.
I remember it being cute. maybe to you all it was an outcast, but I saw an innocent life full of potential snuffed out. cuteness isn't everything, you know.
you should come to arizona with me next week, I hear the grents have some chores for you! :-]
No, it was an outcast to the tribesmen in the jungle. To me, it was snake food. You know, entertainment.
Seriously, it was blind in one eye (and that eye was really, really gross looking) and it was scrawny and ugly and totally sick.
Tasted like chicken, but a bit gamier!
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