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Name: Stephanie
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 12/11/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: God, talking, napping, dancing, studying (just kidding), being a Jesus Freak, taking a whole lotta pictures, Pine Cove, trying new things, meeting new people, board games, playing pranks, hitting the snooze button a billion times, shopping, reading, daydreaming, Japanese drama, music, weekends, youth impact, hangin' with my roomies!
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  stephmania2000
Member Since:
5/28/2004
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| I DID IT!
I finally got the nerve to do it!
I bought a plane ticket to NYC!
It's time. I've been sad about all the opportunities that I've
missed and all the things that I haven't seen, and I finally decided to
stop giving excuses and just go.
I bought a plane ticket for one- headed out the day after finals.
I'm going to stay with my lovely friend Beth, and go watch Wicked, go to Rockfeller center, read, relax and enjoy life.
I can't wait.
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| This weekend was probably the most wonderful weekend, simply because
there was no studying involved. Test week #2 just finished, so
needless to say, everyone was relaxing and having fun!
On Saturday night, my roommate invited me to go to a Charity Benefit
Dinner. Not really knowing what it was, I agreed to go. I
went out and bought a cute cocktail dress 2 hours before the benefit
dinner and hopped into a car with her, not really expecting anything
but some free food. Once I got there, I was astounded. The
location of the "Gala", as they called it, was at the Hilton Deluxe
Hotel in the middle of downtown Houston, in the Imperial
Ballroom. There were beautiful lights and chandeliers everywhere,
and about 500+ beautiful dressed people, all in long flowy evening
gowns and nice business suits were there. I felt underdressed in
my JCPenney's on-sale cocktail dress.
We walked around during the first hour (cocktail hour), and watched in
awe as the beautiful people mingled and drank champagne and wine.
While we were standing, people would come by with wonderful
hors'devours (?) and I shamelessly stuffed my face with every food that
went past me.
They sat us down for dinner at these tables with gold shimmery
tablecloths and brought out steaks, crabcakes, desserts and wine, and
had a personalized waiter who would pretty much pour wine into your cup
every time you sipped it. It was unreal.
They started bidding on items to raise money, and people started
bidding 7000+ for a mink coat, 9000 for a home decorator etc. My
head was just swimming with the amount of money that people were just
giving away.
I left feeling like a princess, knowing that this experience would
probably be the one and only time that I would ever wine and dine with
such a rich society. I am amazed at how beautifully these
people live and how different their society and life is from mine. But,
mostly, I was strangely unnerved by the idea of a society so rich,
while literally, outside the building, homeless men sat huddled
together under a roof, waiting for the cold wind to stop blowing.
What a strange world we live in.
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| Man, school is tough.
We've had a test every week since test week, and in two weeks...we have test week again!!!
Holy cow. I can't wait for winter vacay!
Last night, a group of girls got together at my friends Erin and
Brittany's house and we watched Grey's anatomy together. Fun
times. Tons of girls + chick flicks/sitcoms = too fun for
words.
News of the week: My friend got engaged! I'm SO SO SO happy
for her and can't help but smile at random times. Her fiancee sent me a
message asking me to come down to College Station to see it all happen.
Ah, I wish that my phone worked! I would have been there in a
heartbeat. Big engagements are my favorite things in the
world. You know, the ones where everyone is watching, and the
girl doesn't know, and people take pictures and say "aww".
:o) They make me smile.
Okay, enough with all this rambling. It's 8 am in the morning,
and I'm not quite sure why I'm writing on xanga. Maybe I'm half
asleep!
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| I'm done, I'm done I'm done...
Test week is done!
I can't tell you how excited I am. 6 tests. 5 days.
Tests where if you get below the average, you fail. Oh holy
night. I'm so glad that its over.
There are so many things that have changed since optometry
school. As of right now, I truly don't have a life. People
have always told me that optometry school, dental school and med school
students don't have a life. Period. I don't agree. I
think that life is what you make of it. Everyone has the ability
to choose priorities. My priority for the past month has
been school, which, for me, has been a really hard transition.
For the past 4 years, I have been involved in a variety of things, and
have always had, in my opinion, a pretty decently balanced life. Since
being in optometry school, my focus has completely changed, and I'm not
sure I want to stay this way. I desperately want to find
time to do other things- things that are worthwhile, (as well as study
my tail end off). I want to serve, be a part of the community,
enjoy the little things, sit down and have coffee with someone, join a
bible study, veg out in front of the tv, go watch a movie, paint, go
dancing, read a book, try something I've never tried before...
I'm so tired of studying all the time. It's time to change
priorities. My goal for the next month is to have a more well
balanced life. Let's see how this goes...
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| Optometry school is great. I love the people. I love the
work. I love the teachers. I'm actually excited about
studying! Crazy, isn't it?
But, the one thing that I don't like about Optometry School is that I'm
in Houston. Overall, it's just not as friendly and safe as
College Station.
Huge Happening of the Week:
Monday, August 20 (the first day of school). It's 7 45 am, and I
am driving to school with my windows down because I don't have air
conditioning. While I am stopped at a light, all of a sudden, I
notice a guy (possibly homeless) running towards my side of the
car. I immediately roll the windows up before he came to my
car. The man pushed his face up against my window and slammed his
fist multiple times into my window, as if trying to break it
down. I sat for a while, in complete shock, just staring at him
trying to bust down my window. Finally, adrenaline kicked
in, and I tried to move my car, only to have him follow me into the
middle of the street. After a while of me panicking and him
trying to bust down my window, the light turned green and I dashed off
in mad speed, leaving him in the dust. Needless to say, I was
terrified and went to my optometry class of my life shaking and
trembling.
Since then, I've driven with my windows up at all times, and sat in the hot sauna of my car.
Houston = scary.
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