Her dreams were seen all over the world

After a long day of laughing, a small girl climbed into satellite dish to take a nap.Her dreams were seen all over the world. They were fearless and inspiring. Her mother turned on the television and saw her face, it was stunning and glowing - her daughter was dreaming of her. The mother had never seen this radiant face when she looked in the mirror. A young man was taking a break from his three hour lab preparation - wondering if this was all worth it. He turned on the television and saw a little girl dressed in a lab coat tending to an elderly woman. He was reminded of himself as a child, dreaming of the day he would walk around in a lab coat of his own. How often we forget how the world looks to children - beautiful, endless, full of possibilities. How often we forget how much we inspire children and how much they inspire us.

This past March break I was lucky enough to work as a staff for march break camps at my work. We are a different kind of camp because we service children of all needs and abilities. Although the work can be extremely challenging some days, I would not want to work anywhere else. People always tell me how good and patient I must be for working with children who have special needs and how much I must teach them by being with them so much. I do hope I teach them something during my time with them, but in all actuality they teach me so much more and inspire me to see life through their eyes - an adventure.

I worked periodically throughout the week with a child who is a non-verbal child who has fragile X. He loved when I read to him and would grab my face if, god forbid, I stopped. Instead, we worked out the sign language for "read more". It was one of those moments in your life that really effect you, that make you feel like you really can do anything. When I saw him use the sign language with another staff who was reading to him, my heart almost burst into 1000 pieces. It just goes along with my whole "changing the world, one person at a time" thing. These kids always remind me if I'm having a bad day just how much I am capable of doing and that I can change the world.

I was also reminded how fearless children are in their endeavours to conquer the world. They know what they want and are brutally honest about it. At the same time I envy their ability to get lost in a make-believe world they can create in less than 30 seconds and stay suspended there for a ridiculously long amount of time.

How often we forget that we were kids once. We should really follow in their footsteps for many reasons. They can be incredibly upset one moment and completely leave their previous worries behind and move on to being happy again - while most of us have lost our ability to let anything go and let it weight us down constantly in our lives. Also, kids believe in themselves more than anyone in the world. They dream about their future and idolize the adults in their life. A child can change what they want to be every day but say that it is their passion with the same conviction over and over. Everyone should feel the same drive and passion children have for their dreams.

So let children's sincere intentions and actions touch your heart and be inspired, not frustrated!

The Basics

Getting up this morning was absolutely dreadful. I haven't been sleeping lately and of course the consequence of lack of sleep is exhaustion. On top of being exhausted, having religion first doesn't help motivate me to hop out of bed and yell good morning world!! I've been in my classes for about a month now. For the first couple weeks my religion teacher thought I was a genius. But then some "poor decisions" were made and all of a sudden my friends and I are bad people. I'm sorry but being a religion teacher, isn't it a bright idea to teach your students, be ethically sound and forgive us?! All we did was make a group with more than 5 people, relax. Needless to say, you can tell when a teacher loses my respect because my attendance seriously declines. In the words of this particular teacher it's a good thing I'm an independent learner or I would be in trouble.

My writers craft teacher on the other hand I don't I think will ever lose respect for. I already knew he was annoying. The man can talk for an hour and fifteen minutes about nothing!! In his own way though he's a genius and very encouraging when he reads something he thinks is brilliant. Today we had a writer come into our class, who is going to be with us every Friday. I haven't gathered my impression of her yet, seems cool enough. We did a "free fall writing" activity with her. It is where you just write for a period of time with no reservations, no editing in your head, which we so often do. To add some structure she added the title, "Inside the Fridge". This is what I came up with:

Almost as cold as the winter wind that screams across my face.
Like looking aimlessly a million times for something that isn't there.
Love can be empty and in stock less often than milk.
It can hide behind jars of sweet, sticky jam.

Hopefully you find it, especially after a long day.
If possible share it, after it was warmed up.
Because warm it has a completely different taste,
Kind but not artificially sweet,
Hopeful but not ripe.

Inside the fridge you look for satisfaction.

So yeah. That's where I got in my ten minutes. Poetry is something I've always wanted to be good at so hopefully having this class will help me develop all my crazy ideas into something beautiful.

The rest of the day went by quickly, thank goodness. It was soooo nice out today. The sun makes me dream of the summer and everything it means this year. Graduation, working at my favourite place in the world (hopefully), and all of the basic things summer brings. It is like the epitome of freedom and I love it.

I would have to say Thursdays are one of my favourite days. After a long day of school it's just great to go to my dance studio and be around people I love. Dance is probably the biggest inspiration in my life. This is my 5th year dancing at my studio and my first year on the senior competitive team. I never realized I could love something so much. Watching all the seniors before me, I worked so hard to be part of this team, they were so amazing. But being on it is a whole different experience. Our dances this year are incredible. I don't get tired of doing them, ever. Overall my favourite part of dancing is our improv sessions. Our coach puts on a song and we just dance. It's the most crazy, exposing, intimate experience. You are exposing everything you feel, but at the same time being so inside your head and your emotions that it's such a personal thing. At first it was a truly terrifying thing. Not having a strong dance vocabulary and being super self conscious makes dancing in front of people hard. But watching other people and taking class all year has really helped me start to develop my own style. I'm still no where near where I want to be, but everything takes time.

Tomorrow is Friday!!!! I'm overly excited for another great weekend. I get to spend some chill time with some of my closest friends this weekend. My friends from my middle school are some of the funniest people I've ever met. We don't even need to say anything to each other to get a crazy reaction. On the other side of that you know you're close with someone when silence isn't awkward and that's what we have. I love them so much and I am so grateful to still have them in my life!

Truly, all I can do is be grateful for everything I have in my life. I try to show my gratitude every day to the world by smiling at everyone, strangers and friends alike, other little things like that, because people don't realize how much the small things count. Realistically though, I get moody and wear my heart on my sleeve so often that you wouldn't even know how much I truly love life. Oh well, just another thing I'll have to work on I guess!