Yes. I was one of those kids who went through all of the awkward phases of junior high to figure out who she was and where she "fit in". I don't know if it's a thing, in fact, I truly don't think it is, but if I could pick a favorite "awkward stage" that I went through, it would definitely have to be the "skater" phase because it was where I found one of my favorite genres of music - PUNK ROCK! Also because of the skinny jeans, Element and Vans shoes, tons of rubber bracelets running down my arms - don't forget LIVESTRONG, Volcom t-shirts, Ed Hardy, picnik photo editor, shutter shades, black and neon, mirror pictures, parting your hair waaayyyy too far over, burning music onto CDs for friends and desperately searching for a dollar for Hot Cheetos from the vending machines (that hasn't changed much). I've pulled together a playlist that I haven't been able to stop listening to for weeks now and I'M SHARING IT WITH YOU! (Awwww Kesia. Thank you! You're so kind!) You're very welcome. So open MySpace, YouTube, Spotify, iTunes, whatever you use and get ready to relive the awesome, rebellious, daring years of our lives. List is not in any specific order!
I'm sure this list can go on and on and on and on but these are the ones that takes me back to those days! I've tried to look for old pictures but it looks like I lucked out. Can't find any! So enjoy the picture in the header of Isaac captured a few years ago. He was one of those great humans during those years. I love him and I love all of those kids who lived those years with me. xo - Kesia
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Did you ever think you could get to know me through the alphabet? |
BUT NOW YOU'RE GOING TO! I saw someone take this A-Z survey and it just looked like so much fun and life should be full of funner things. Today I start my Summer Semester. Along with school, I decided to take on a few [but really a lot] of other things this summer that are literally going to keep me on my feet for the next few months; Participating in a musical as well as a dance concert, planning the county fair, taking on new church responsibilities, etc. So to kick of this busy busy busy Summer, I thought I would do it in a more fun way. I'll probably go stop by Sodalicious after this. Well, here's me A-Z! A – Age: I often say, I am an 92 year old in a 21 year old body. Chiropractor! Where you at?! B – Biggest Fear: Regret. So YOLO! C – Current Time: 10:00pm D – Drink You Had Last: Diet Coke. May I say.. This is becoming a problem. E – Easiest Person To Talk To: Merrick. If you need a home boy, he's your man. F – Favorite Song: Impossible question. But one that never fails to make me smile and dance and sing to myself in front of the mirror "All Star" by Smash Mouth! Classic. G – Grossest Memory: I try to forget it because I know the poor kid would want me to.. In third grade, the kid who sat at the desk in front of me pooped his pants and it was on the ground. I was the first to see IT and starting gagging really loud and out of control. I couldn't even speak without gagging. I was excused to the restroom and we were taught in the library for the rest of the day. H – Hometown: Good old Taylorsville, UT. I – In Love With: Dark chocolate, my studies, natural light, canyons, my planner, knowledge! J – Jealous Of: People who leave everything behind for a year to travel the world. Life goal! K – Kindest Person You Know: Rebecca freaking Tovar. Kindest heart! L – Longest Relationship: Define relationship. M – Middle Name: Amanda ... I know. I know. I don't look like an Amanda but I don't quite have an explanation why it is what it is. From K-5th grade, I went by Amanda because I was so embarrassed that people couldn't pronounce my first name - Kesia! (Keh-see-uh) N – Number of Siblings: 2 older brothers and 2 younger sisters. Each 7 or 10 years older or younger. O – One Wish: Art History nerd. Tour Europe and visit art museums. P – Person You Spoke To On The Phone Last: Only the best. Mom. Q – Question You’re Always Asked: "So are you Asian or...?" R – Reason To Smile: Chapstick exists. Life would be so uncomfortable without chapstick. #Blessed S – Song You Last Sang: "This is the Life" by Kolohe Kai T – Time You Woke Up: 8:00am U – Unknown Fact: I am actually 6% Asian. V – Vacation Destination: I have been craving Hawai'i lately! I miss it so much. W – Worst Habit: Saying I'll be consistent in blogging then get too busy. Do you know how many drafts I have?! It's pretty bad. X – X-Rays You’ve Had: I don't ever recall having one. Ever. Y – Your Favorite Food: I'm pretty passionate about good french fries. Z – Zodiac Sign: Leo Go do fun things, friends. Take a little survey. Get to know yourself. Self reflect on your awesome life. Be grateful. Be kind. PARTAY AND GIVE ME RECOMMENDATIONS ON WHERE TO FIND BOMB FRIES! xo - Kesia |
Kes what? I've been home from my mission one year today.
[abajo en español después de las fotos]
This is one of those posts that when I got home from my mission, I looked forward to because I guess I would have expected myself to be at an exciting point in my life where everything was perfect and everything was going as planned. I remember receiving a packet of papers my last transfer of the mission. Every missionary ending their mission got these papers. We called them "The Baggy Papers". What are Baggy Papers? It was a packet of about 6 to 7 pages and each page had a theme for what would be long-term and short-term goals to the things you wanted to accomplish in life, such as, "education goals, spiritual goals, eternal goals, work goals", etc. BAGGY because they made you think about home and life outside of your wonderful perfect bubble - the mission. Filling out those papers made me kind of excited to move on with my own life. For 18 months I let myself go. I focused on other people. I served them. I taught them. I prayed for them. I fasted for them. I cried for them. I did everything in my whole being and heart to help these people find happiness in such a difficult world. And when I received those papers and when I was filling them out, I was thinking about me and all that I had to do to be happy in my difficult world.
It's April 21, 2017 and I have been planning to write this post ahead of time for 2 weeks but haven't gotten to it due to a lack of time with school, homework, work and wanting to take time to have an actual social life. A year ago today, I jumped on a plane at 4AM to head to California where I would be led to another flight to Salt Lake City. We arrived home that evening. I remember stepping off the plane, heart pounding and serious butterflies that were making me sick. The walk from the plane to the escalators all missionaries come down before running to their mothers historically may have been the longest walk I have ever taken. I considered taking longer routes. Stopping at the bathroom. Taking a look in the souvenir shop to my own home town. A quick stop at the snack shack for a water or to stare at the candy bars to stall time. Maybe even visit the shoe shiner because boy were my shoes looking pretty worn. The closer I got the more I felt tears build up in my eyes. I stopped right before going around the corner to see all of our families waiting for us, looked to my companion and said, "I want to go back". In that moment, I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be knocking doors and teaching strangers I knew as sons and daughters of a Celestial Father. I knew that my life would no longer be 100% about someone else and truthfully, I didn't want that. I wasn't mentally ready for that. It would now be time for me to move on, go to school, complete my own written goals. My companion grabbed my arm and pulled me forward and together, we took what was my awesome childhood dream - the longest escalator ride of my life. I quickly spotted my family. Hugging my parents, brothers and sisters, I began to feel the joys of being home. On the ride home, I sat quietly in the back thinking to myself "My family is doing great? Everything is okay here? Awesome. Let's just turn around and I can hop on a plane back to El Salvador and be with my favorite people in Los Naranjos, El Refugio, Centro, Piramidal and Metpan". But the car never turned around and my thoughts didn't stray from the people in that country.
The joys of being home were being with my family and my greatest friends. The hardest moments of being home were/are making time to serve others and truly dedicate personal time to the Lord, decision making for my own life, worldly temptations, watching my families and friends in El Salvador struggle and not being able to be there with them in their hardest times to comfort them and teach them. I am not where I expected myself to be a year after returning home from my mission. I thought I would be with the man of my dreams, successfully over achieving in school, having saved enough money to go back to El Salv, working or interning with a job that would help me gain knowledge and experience in what I studied, etc. But instead, the men of my dreams are Ben and Jerry, I am full force in combat trying to kick butt in school, saving money for necessities, emergencies and my future, kind of working with something that has to do with my major but not completely.
Don't get me wrong! I have recognized the blessings the Lord has given me during this year and I have done my best to show immense gratitude but I simply just liked life better when it wasn't about me. When my struggles didn't matter. When I was fighting for the life of someone else and not for my own. When spiritual education for strangers was more important than receiving my own education to further me in life. Recently (and to be honest, I think I knew all along), it can be more about others than myself. I still can be selfless and charitable. I just need to do it. So that's my goal before April 21, 2018. To lose myself again as I continue my life. To not be so devastated on not completely my goals exactly that way I had written them out and just try my best.
El Salvador taught me a lot. The people taught me a lot. The way of life living in a third world country taught me a lot. The Lord taught me the most. It can be hard remembering those learnings when you get caught up in trying to figure out your own life. RM's, DO NOT FORGET those miracles you experienced. DO NOT FORGET the hope you gave others through simple, true words. DO NOT FORGET that when you felt like giving up after a long day, the Lord blessed you with something well worth all of those "No's". DO NOT FORGET that you taught those people to put God's expectations first and that everything else will fall into place. DO NOT FORGET that sacrifice brings you the greatest blessings in life. DO NOT FORGET that unique feeling as you testified. DO NOT FORGET the special days that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ trusted you to speak what they needed a human in serious distress to hear, to feel true love, to see light in darkness, to receive answers to soul searching questions. DO NOT FORGET that you allowed yourself along with hundreds of others the opportunity to receive a testimony that would carry you through faith throughout the rest of your life.
I haven't mentioned how complicated my life has been lately and I'm not going to tell you why or how. This isn't a pity party. But just because things are hard for me now does not mean I am going to give up on myself so easily. I am not going to give up on God. I am most definitely not going to give up on all of those hearts I planted hope in in El Salvador. Life is hard and complicated and strange because we need opposition in order to understand success, love, happiness and all the good things. I'm not where I want to be but that doesn't mean I'm just going to settle for less and deal with what is put in my way! I'm going to keep fighting the great fight because I KNOW that "this is only but a small moment" and after I prove my TRUE faith, I will be rewarded with the greatest of blessings.
Thank you to every person who supported me through something I loved, to my converts in El Salvador, to my companions for each teaching me how to be like Christ, to every person who said 'No' to me in the mission. I love you.
Hermana Timoteo
It's April 21, 2017 and I have been planning to write this post ahead of time for 2 weeks but haven't gotten to it due to a lack of time with school, homework, work and wanting to take time to have an actual social life. A year ago today, I jumped on a plane at 4AM to head to California where I would be led to another flight to Salt Lake City. We arrived home that evening. I remember stepping off the plane, heart pounding and serious butterflies that were making me sick. The walk from the plane to the escalators all missionaries come down before running to their mothers historically may have been the longest walk I have ever taken. I considered taking longer routes. Stopping at the bathroom. Taking a look in the souvenir shop to my own home town. A quick stop at the snack shack for a water or to stare at the candy bars to stall time. Maybe even visit the shoe shiner because boy were my shoes looking pretty worn. The closer I got the more I felt tears build up in my eyes. I stopped right before going around the corner to see all of our families waiting for us, looked to my companion and said, "I want to go back". In that moment, I didn't want to be there. I wanted to be knocking doors and teaching strangers I knew as sons and daughters of a Celestial Father. I knew that my life would no longer be 100% about someone else and truthfully, I didn't want that. I wasn't mentally ready for that. It would now be time for me to move on, go to school, complete my own written goals. My companion grabbed my arm and pulled me forward and together, we took what was my awesome childhood dream - the longest escalator ride of my life. I quickly spotted my family. Hugging my parents, brothers and sisters, I began to feel the joys of being home. On the ride home, I sat quietly in the back thinking to myself "My family is doing great? Everything is okay here? Awesome. Let's just turn around and I can hop on a plane back to El Salvador and be with my favorite people in Los Naranjos, El Refugio, Centro, Piramidal and Metpan". But the car never turned around and my thoughts didn't stray from the people in that country.
The joys of being home were being with my family and my greatest friends. The hardest moments of being home were/are making time to serve others and truly dedicate personal time to the Lord, decision making for my own life, worldly temptations, watching my families and friends in El Salvador struggle and not being able to be there with them in their hardest times to comfort them and teach them. I am not where I expected myself to be a year after returning home from my mission. I thought I would be with the man of my dreams, successfully over achieving in school, having saved enough money to go back to El Salv, working or interning with a job that would help me gain knowledge and experience in what I studied, etc. But instead, the men of my dreams are Ben and Jerry, I am full force in combat trying to kick butt in school, saving money for necessities, emergencies and my future, kind of working with something that has to do with my major but not completely.
Don't get me wrong! I have recognized the blessings the Lord has given me during this year and I have done my best to show immense gratitude but I simply just liked life better when it wasn't about me. When my struggles didn't matter. When I was fighting for the life of someone else and not for my own. When spiritual education for strangers was more important than receiving my own education to further me in life. Recently (and to be honest, I think I knew all along), it can be more about others than myself. I still can be selfless and charitable. I just need to do it. So that's my goal before April 21, 2018. To lose myself again as I continue my life. To not be so devastated on not completely my goals exactly that way I had written them out and just try my best.
El Salvador taught me a lot. The people taught me a lot. The way of life living in a third world country taught me a lot. The Lord taught me the most. It can be hard remembering those learnings when you get caught up in trying to figure out your own life. RM's, DO NOT FORGET those miracles you experienced. DO NOT FORGET the hope you gave others through simple, true words. DO NOT FORGET that when you felt like giving up after a long day, the Lord blessed you with something well worth all of those "No's". DO NOT FORGET that you taught those people to put God's expectations first and that everything else will fall into place. DO NOT FORGET that sacrifice brings you the greatest blessings in life. DO NOT FORGET that unique feeling as you testified. DO NOT FORGET the special days that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ trusted you to speak what they needed a human in serious distress to hear, to feel true love, to see light in darkness, to receive answers to soul searching questions. DO NOT FORGET that you allowed yourself along with hundreds of others the opportunity to receive a testimony that would carry you through faith throughout the rest of your life.
I haven't mentioned how complicated my life has been lately and I'm not going to tell you why or how. This isn't a pity party. But just because things are hard for me now does not mean I am going to give up on myself so easily. I am not going to give up on God. I am most definitely not going to give up on all of those hearts I planted hope in in El Salvador. Life is hard and complicated and strange because we need opposition in order to understand success, love, happiness and all the good things. I'm not where I want to be but that doesn't mean I'm just going to settle for less and deal with what is put in my way! I'm going to keep fighting the great fight because I KNOW that "this is only but a small moment" and after I prove my TRUE faith, I will be rewarded with the greatest of blessings.
Thank you to every person who supported me through something I loved, to my converts in El Salvador, to my companions for each teaching me how to be like Christ, to every person who said 'No' to me in the mission. I love you.
Hermana Timoteo
Esto es una de las cosas que cuando llegué a casa de la misión, estaba emocionada porque pensé que quizás estaría en un momento de mi vida cuando todo esta perfecto and todo esta saliendo como yo planeé. Yo recuerdo recibiendo unos papeles en mi ultima cambio de la misión. Todos los misioneros terminando sus misiones reciben esos papeles. Se llaman ``Los Baggy Papers´´. Que son? Son 6 - 7 papeles que contienen temas para metas que pongan para tu vida después de la misión. Por ejemplo, metas para tu educación, matas espirituales, metas para la eternidad (matrimonio bleh), metas para trabajar, etc. BAGGY porque son temas que le hacen uno pensar en su casa y vida afuera de su burbuja perfecta - la misión.
Llenando aquellos papeles me hicieron super emocionada para continuar mi propia vida. Por 18 meses, olvidé de mi misma. Me centré en los demas. Servía a otros. Les enseñaba. Oraba por ellos. Ayunaba por ellos. Lloraba for ellos. Hacia todo lo que podía para ayudar aquellos personas encontrar felicidad en un mundo muy difícil. Y cuando recibí los baggy papers y cuando estuve llenando los, estaba pensando en mi misma y todo lo que yo tenía que hacer para encontrar felicidad en mi mundo.
Ahora es el 21 de Abril, 2017 y he estado planeando para escribir todo esto por 2 semanas pero no lo he podido hacer por falta de tiempo con mis estudios, tarea, trabajo y intentando hacer tiempo para tener una vida social. Hace un año, Subí un avión a las 4 de la mañana para ir a California donde subiría un otro avión a Salt Lake City, mi hogar. Llegamos en la tarde. Yo recuerdo bajando el avión, mi corazón corriendo y mariposas en mi estómago. El camino de la avíon a las escaleras mecánicas donde las familias reciben los misioneros era el camino más largo de mi vida. Pensé en tomar rutas más largas. Ir al baño. Pasar por la tienda de recuerdos de la ciudad donde crecía. Una rápida parada a la tienda de aperitivos o churrps y solo mirar a los dulce. Quizás pasar los limpiadores de calzados porque mis tristes zapatos necesitaba ayuda. Lo más cerca que estaba llegando a las escaleras donde estaba mi familia, lo más que sentí lagrimas en mis ojos. Me paré por la esquina antes de las escaleras, miré a mi compañera y le dije, ´´quiero regresar``. En este momento, no quería estar allí. Quería estar en El Salvador tocando puertas y enseñando extranjeros que conocí como hijos y hijas de un Padre Celestial. Yo sabía que mi vida ya no sería 100% acerca de alguien más, y la verdad es que no estaba lista por esto. Ahora estaría tiempo para continuar mi vida, estudiar, cumplir mis metas que yo escribí. My compañera tomó mi brazo y juntas seguimos adelante bajando las escaleras. Encontré mi familia muy rápido. Abrazando les, me di cuenta que sentí del gozo de estar en casa. En camino a nuestra casa, me sentí trás de todos pensando, ´´Mi familia están bien? Excelente! Vamos a dar la vuelta y puedo subir el avión, regresar a El Salvador y estar con mi familia y amigos en Los Naranjos, El Refugio, Centro, Piramidal y Metapan!``. Pero el carro no hizo la vuelta y mis pensamientos no se apartaron de la gente en ese país.
El gozo de estar en casa es estar con mi familia y mejores amigos. Los momentos más difíciles de estar en casa en servir a otros y verdaderamente dedicar tiempo personal al Señor, tomar decisioned por mi propia vida, tentaciones mundiales, mirando familia y amigos en El Salv tener desafíos y no poder hacer algo para enseñar les y consolar les. No estoy donde esperaba que estuviera después de un año de regresar de la misión. Pensé que estaría con el hombre de mis sueños, logrando mis estudios con todo, guardando suficiente dinero para regresar a El Salvador, trabajando con un trabajo que me ayudaría ganar conocimiento y experiencia en lo que estoy estudiando, etc. Pero en lugar, los hombres de mis sueños son Ben y Jerry (el helado), estoy combatiendo con todo para lograr mis meta de la escuela, estoy intentando guardar dinero por mis necesidades, emergencias y mi futuro, y más o menos estoy trabajando con algo de mi carera pero no en completo.
No me malinterpreten! He reconocida las bendiciones del señor en este año y he hecho con la mejor esfuerza para demostrar mi gratitud pero simplemente me gusta la vida más cuando no estoy enfocando en mi misma. Cuando los desafíos no son importantes. Cuando yo estaba luchando la vida por alguien más y no por mi propia. Cuando educación espiritual por extranjeros era más importante que yo recibiendo mi propia educación para mejorar mi vida. Recientemente, (y creo que ya lo sabia todo el tiempo), que puede ser más acerca de los demas y puedo servir más. Solo tengo que hacer lo. Entonces, es mi meta perder mi misma otra vez en el servicio de otras personas y no estar triste que no estoy cumpliendo mis metas 100% antes el 21 de Abril de 2018.
Mi misión me enseñó muchísimo. Las personas me enseñaron mucho. La manera vivir en el país me enseñó mucho. El Señor me enseñó la más. Puede ser difícil recordar esos enseñanzas cuando uno esta intentando averiguar la vida. MISIONEROS RETURNADOS, NO SE OLVIDEN de los milagros que vieron. NO SE OLVIDEN de la esperanza que dieron a las personas mediante sus palabras simples y verdaderas. NO SE OLVIDEN que cuando tuvieron un día muy larga, el Señor les bendijo con algo super grande. NO SE OLVIDEN que ustedes ensañaron la gente poner las expectaciones de Dios primero y todo los demás saldría bien. NO SE OLVIDEN que sacrificios traen bendiciones. NO SE OLVIDEN el sentimiento único cuando testificaron. NO SE OLVIDEN los días más especiales que nuestro Padre Celestial y Jesucristo ponían confianza en ustedes para hablar a un humano necesitado para sentir amor verdadero, ver luz en la obscuridad, recibir respuestas a preguntas de la alma. NO SE OLVIDEN que ustedes se hicieron con cientos de personas la oportunidad recibir testimonios que les llevaría por medio de fe mediante el resto de sus vidas.
No les he dicho que complicada mi vida ha sido recientemente y no les voy a decir por qué o como pero solo porque cosas son difíciles para mi no significa que me voy a rendirme. No me voy a rendir en Dios y especialmente no me voy a rendir en todas las personas quienes tienen esperanza en sus corazones por medio de mi testimonio. La vida es difícil porque necesitamos oposición para comprender éxito, amor, felicidad y todas las cosas buenas. Voy a seguir luchando la lucha porque Yo sé que estas cosas solo son un momento en tiempo y que después que demuestra mi fé, seré recompensada con las bendiciones más grandes.
Gracias a cada person quienes me apoyaron mediante algo que amo, a mis conversos en El Salvador, a mis compañeras por enseñar me maneras para llegar a ser como Cristo, a cada persona que me dijeron ´no`en la misión. Les amo
Hermana Timoteo
Llenando aquellos papeles me hicieron super emocionada para continuar mi propia vida. Por 18 meses, olvidé de mi misma. Me centré en los demas. Servía a otros. Les enseñaba. Oraba por ellos. Ayunaba por ellos. Lloraba for ellos. Hacia todo lo que podía para ayudar aquellos personas encontrar felicidad en un mundo muy difícil. Y cuando recibí los baggy papers y cuando estuve llenando los, estaba pensando en mi misma y todo lo que yo tenía que hacer para encontrar felicidad en mi mundo.
Ahora es el 21 de Abril, 2017 y he estado planeando para escribir todo esto por 2 semanas pero no lo he podido hacer por falta de tiempo con mis estudios, tarea, trabajo y intentando hacer tiempo para tener una vida social. Hace un año, Subí un avión a las 4 de la mañana para ir a California donde subiría un otro avión a Salt Lake City, mi hogar. Llegamos en la tarde. Yo recuerdo bajando el avión, mi corazón corriendo y mariposas en mi estómago. El camino de la avíon a las escaleras mecánicas donde las familias reciben los misioneros era el camino más largo de mi vida. Pensé en tomar rutas más largas. Ir al baño. Pasar por la tienda de recuerdos de la ciudad donde crecía. Una rápida parada a la tienda de aperitivos o churrps y solo mirar a los dulce. Quizás pasar los limpiadores de calzados porque mis tristes zapatos necesitaba ayuda. Lo más cerca que estaba llegando a las escaleras donde estaba mi familia, lo más que sentí lagrimas en mis ojos. Me paré por la esquina antes de las escaleras, miré a mi compañera y le dije, ´´quiero regresar``. En este momento, no quería estar allí. Quería estar en El Salvador tocando puertas y enseñando extranjeros que conocí como hijos y hijas de un Padre Celestial. Yo sabía que mi vida ya no sería 100% acerca de alguien más, y la verdad es que no estaba lista por esto. Ahora estaría tiempo para continuar mi vida, estudiar, cumplir mis metas que yo escribí. My compañera tomó mi brazo y juntas seguimos adelante bajando las escaleras. Encontré mi familia muy rápido. Abrazando les, me di cuenta que sentí del gozo de estar en casa. En camino a nuestra casa, me sentí trás de todos pensando, ´´Mi familia están bien? Excelente! Vamos a dar la vuelta y puedo subir el avión, regresar a El Salvador y estar con mi familia y amigos en Los Naranjos, El Refugio, Centro, Piramidal y Metapan!``. Pero el carro no hizo la vuelta y mis pensamientos no se apartaron de la gente en ese país.
El gozo de estar en casa es estar con mi familia y mejores amigos. Los momentos más difíciles de estar en casa en servir a otros y verdaderamente dedicar tiempo personal al Señor, tomar decisioned por mi propia vida, tentaciones mundiales, mirando familia y amigos en El Salv tener desafíos y no poder hacer algo para enseñar les y consolar les. No estoy donde esperaba que estuviera después de un año de regresar de la misión. Pensé que estaría con el hombre de mis sueños, logrando mis estudios con todo, guardando suficiente dinero para regresar a El Salvador, trabajando con un trabajo que me ayudaría ganar conocimiento y experiencia en lo que estoy estudiando, etc. Pero en lugar, los hombres de mis sueños son Ben y Jerry (el helado), estoy combatiendo con todo para lograr mis meta de la escuela, estoy intentando guardar dinero por mis necesidades, emergencias y mi futuro, y más o menos estoy trabajando con algo de mi carera pero no en completo.
No me malinterpreten! He reconocida las bendiciones del señor en este año y he hecho con la mejor esfuerza para demostrar mi gratitud pero simplemente me gusta la vida más cuando no estoy enfocando en mi misma. Cuando los desafíos no son importantes. Cuando yo estaba luchando la vida por alguien más y no por mi propia. Cuando educación espiritual por extranjeros era más importante que yo recibiendo mi propia educación para mejorar mi vida. Recientemente, (y creo que ya lo sabia todo el tiempo), que puede ser más acerca de los demas y puedo servir más. Solo tengo que hacer lo. Entonces, es mi meta perder mi misma otra vez en el servicio de otras personas y no estar triste que no estoy cumpliendo mis metas 100% antes el 21 de Abril de 2018.
Mi misión me enseñó muchísimo. Las personas me enseñaron mucho. La manera vivir en el país me enseñó mucho. El Señor me enseñó la más. Puede ser difícil recordar esos enseñanzas cuando uno esta intentando averiguar la vida. MISIONEROS RETURNADOS, NO SE OLVIDEN de los milagros que vieron. NO SE OLVIDEN de la esperanza que dieron a las personas mediante sus palabras simples y verdaderas. NO SE OLVIDEN que cuando tuvieron un día muy larga, el Señor les bendijo con algo super grande. NO SE OLVIDEN que ustedes ensañaron la gente poner las expectaciones de Dios primero y todo los demás saldría bien. NO SE OLVIDEN que sacrificios traen bendiciones. NO SE OLVIDEN el sentimiento único cuando testificaron. NO SE OLVIDEN los días más especiales que nuestro Padre Celestial y Jesucristo ponían confianza en ustedes para hablar a un humano necesitado para sentir amor verdadero, ver luz en la obscuridad, recibir respuestas a preguntas de la alma. NO SE OLVIDEN que ustedes se hicieron con cientos de personas la oportunidad recibir testimonios que les llevaría por medio de fe mediante el resto de sus vidas.
No les he dicho que complicada mi vida ha sido recientemente y no les voy a decir por qué o como pero solo porque cosas son difíciles para mi no significa que me voy a rendirme. No me voy a rendir en Dios y especialmente no me voy a rendir en todas las personas quienes tienen esperanza en sus corazones por medio de mi testimonio. La vida es difícil porque necesitamos oposición para comprender éxito, amor, felicidad y todas las cosas buenas. Voy a seguir luchando la lucha porque Yo sé que estas cosas solo son un momento en tiempo y que después que demuestra mi fé, seré recompensada con las bendiciones más grandes.
Gracias a cada person quienes me apoyaron mediante algo que amo, a mis conversos en El Salvador, a mis compañeras por enseñar me maneras para llegar a ser como Cristo, a cada persona que me dijeron ´no`en la misión. Les amo
Hermana Timoteo
Why would I be writing about math as my second blog post? Who in the world knows!
The truth is I have always disliked math. (I don't want to use the work hate because as they say "hate is a strong word" & although I sometimes do feel that way, I'm grateful for it to some extent). I don't dislike math because the word math makes me cringe & the thought of thinking a lot hurts me mentally. I had just never been good at it. When I attended SUU the Fall of 2013, I had to take an accuplacer to be able see where I would be placed in math. Embarrassingly enough, I had to take the prep class for college algebra. In 2 semesters & 2 different levels of math, I passed with a C. I put my studies on hold & served as a full time missionary for 18 months & when I got back, I tried transferring my credits. Little did I know that math credits expired within 2 years of not attending school. So, again, I had to re-take the accuplacer & as I sat there in that test, I almost started crying because I didn't remember any of the material. I was going to be forced to re-take the prep class for college intermediate algebra (that truthfully I don't think I will ever use in my career or life). I immediately remembered the frustrating feelings of learning math, memorizing equations, rules, etc. I wanted to succeed! So I set myself boundaries and paid very close attention to the way I studied. I am in my second (AND LAST! AMEN!) math class for my degree and although my semester hasn't quite ended yet, I want to share with you tips on how I passed/am passing my math classes with a grade higher than a B+!
1. Put. The. Phone. Away. During. Class.
I know how boring math can be. The teacher in front lecturing about blah blah blah and you're sitting there almost falling asleep because you were up the night before doing homework for classes and things that actually pertain to your life.. Or watching Netflix (Stop that. Have control. Be a responsible adult). But one of the most important things I have found about studying general studies is you need to enter the classroom ready to learn! Put down the distractions and TRY to understand what the teacher is teaching you.
2. SPEAK UP!
NEVER feel embarrassed, hesitant or shy at the fact that you have questions! You need answers and the only way you can get those answers is by asking.
3. Study without distractions
I used to study math with Netflix on in the background or some good music. But I realized when I'm not completely focused on what I am trying to put my effort into, I am still side tracked. So I know for some people it's hard, but it worked great for me! If I do allow music while I am studying, it's always music without words.. Preferably film scores!
4. Make friends in your class
I cannot express to you enough how this is the greatest way to be able to overcome dreading math every day. I love making friends in my classes! Not because I'm what my dad would call me, "a social butterfly" but because it makes all the difference in the social environment of the classroom. Especially in a class math. Let's be honest, the majority of the people sitting around you are probably thinking "I'm really only here because I need this class to graduate", "Is it lunch time yet?" or "When will I ever use this in my life, teach sir? Please tell me!". You sit next to these people more than once a week! Make small talk, make small funny side comments, ask each other what you did over the weekend. Your mood will change and now you have a study buddy! Which leads me to.....
5. STUDY GROUPS!
We all know this is the cure to our quiz scores. When I was attending SUU, the few friends I had accumulated in my math class and I would gather together in the library before every exam and study together. Each of us had different strengths and weaknesses and when we came together, we were really able to sit down together and help each other out. THE POWER OF FRIENDS!
6. Take advantage of office hours
Office hours are my favorite time to get personal advice and help from my math instructors. Normally, each professor/instructor will post office hours where they sit in their office and find things to do like grade things, plan, and wait for students who are in need of some personal math help. You also get the chance to be acquainted more with your teacher AKA teachers pet? Just saying..
7. Math tutoring labs
This is not my best advice but surprisingly it helped my second semester of college math.
8. CALLING ALL MATH MAJORS/GRADUATES
I have come across so many mathematicians who have been so willing to help when I struggled: my brother, my first college roommate, some guys I dated, a lady down the street. They are everywhere! Personally, when I am face to face learning math with someone I already know, I am more likely to not be shy about asking questions or telling them I am totally confused. This is something I really recommend if you are a more shy person. I also recommend that you find ways to cure your shy-ness.
9. Get enough sleep
With a very busy schedule, any person would be dragging their feet with a lack of sleep. Their minds are turned off and the wheels just aren't turning right. My suggestion is GET AT LEAST 8 HOURS OF SLEEP. I consider myself a fairly busy person and when I get 8 hours of sleep (no more, no less) and have a good breakfast, I feel mentally prepared to for whatever it is I am supposed to take on in the day. Math classes are mainly the first classes in the morning for first year college students. Take care of yourself so that you are mentally ready to tackle the days lecture.
10. Don't over-think it
I'm sure you have heard it quite a few times in your life but when you say you can't, you really just can't. But when you say you can and you put in the effort, you find better success than you did before. Anyone could give you all the tips in the world on how to survive math but really, it is self-motivation. Put in the time and efforts to learn something hard and I promise you, you will be able to do it! Sometimes we can be dramatic over hard subjects but if we pay attention close enough, we realize that everything flows right into the other. Trust your instructor and trust yourself.
GOOD LUCK!
Kes
The truth is I have always disliked math. (I don't want to use the work hate because as they say "hate is a strong word" & although I sometimes do feel that way, I'm grateful for it to some extent). I don't dislike math because the word math makes me cringe & the thought of thinking a lot hurts me mentally. I had just never been good at it. When I attended SUU the Fall of 2013, I had to take an accuplacer to be able see where I would be placed in math. Embarrassingly enough, I had to take the prep class for college algebra. In 2 semesters & 2 different levels of math, I passed with a C. I put my studies on hold & served as a full time missionary for 18 months & when I got back, I tried transferring my credits. Little did I know that math credits expired within 2 years of not attending school. So, again, I had to re-take the accuplacer & as I sat there in that test, I almost started crying because I didn't remember any of the material. I was going to be forced to re-take the prep class for college intermediate algebra (that truthfully I don't think I will ever use in my career or life). I immediately remembered the frustrating feelings of learning math, memorizing equations, rules, etc. I wanted to succeed! So I set myself boundaries and paid very close attention to the way I studied. I am in my second (AND LAST! AMEN!) math class for my degree and although my semester hasn't quite ended yet, I want to share with you tips on how I passed/am passing my math classes with a grade higher than a B+!
1. Put. The. Phone. Away. During. Class.
I know how boring math can be. The teacher in front lecturing about blah blah blah and you're sitting there almost falling asleep because you were up the night before doing homework for classes and things that actually pertain to your life.. Or watching Netflix (Stop that. Have control. Be a responsible adult). But one of the most important things I have found about studying general studies is you need to enter the classroom ready to learn! Put down the distractions and TRY to understand what the teacher is teaching you.
2. SPEAK UP!
NEVER feel embarrassed, hesitant or shy at the fact that you have questions! You need answers and the only way you can get those answers is by asking.
3. Study without distractions
I used to study math with Netflix on in the background or some good music. But I realized when I'm not completely focused on what I am trying to put my effort into, I am still side tracked. So I know for some people it's hard, but it worked great for me! If I do allow music while I am studying, it's always music without words.. Preferably film scores!
4. Make friends in your class
I cannot express to you enough how this is the greatest way to be able to overcome dreading math every day. I love making friends in my classes! Not because I'm what my dad would call me, "a social butterfly" but because it makes all the difference in the social environment of the classroom. Especially in a class math. Let's be honest, the majority of the people sitting around you are probably thinking "I'm really only here because I need this class to graduate", "Is it lunch time yet?" or "When will I ever use this in my life, teach sir? Please tell me!". You sit next to these people more than once a week! Make small talk, make small funny side comments, ask each other what you did over the weekend. Your mood will change and now you have a study buddy! Which leads me to.....
5. STUDY GROUPS!
We all know this is the cure to our quiz scores. When I was attending SUU, the few friends I had accumulated in my math class and I would gather together in the library before every exam and study together. Each of us had different strengths and weaknesses and when we came together, we were really able to sit down together and help each other out. THE POWER OF FRIENDS!
6. Take advantage of office hours
Office hours are my favorite time to get personal advice and help from my math instructors. Normally, each professor/instructor will post office hours where they sit in their office and find things to do like grade things, plan, and wait for students who are in need of some personal math help. You also get the chance to be acquainted more with your teacher AKA teachers pet? Just saying..
7. Math tutoring labs
This is not my best advice but surprisingly it helped my second semester of college math.
8. CALLING ALL MATH MAJORS/GRADUATES
I have come across so many mathematicians who have been so willing to help when I struggled: my brother, my first college roommate, some guys I dated, a lady down the street. They are everywhere! Personally, when I am face to face learning math with someone I already know, I am more likely to not be shy about asking questions or telling them I am totally confused. This is something I really recommend if you are a more shy person. I also recommend that you find ways to cure your shy-ness.
9. Get enough sleep
With a very busy schedule, any person would be dragging their feet with a lack of sleep. Their minds are turned off and the wheels just aren't turning right. My suggestion is GET AT LEAST 8 HOURS OF SLEEP. I consider myself a fairly busy person and when I get 8 hours of sleep (no more, no less) and have a good breakfast, I feel mentally prepared to for whatever it is I am supposed to take on in the day. Math classes are mainly the first classes in the morning for first year college students. Take care of yourself so that you are mentally ready to tackle the days lecture.
10. Don't over-think it
I'm sure you have heard it quite a few times in your life but when you say you can't, you really just can't. But when you say you can and you put in the effort, you find better success than you did before. Anyone could give you all the tips in the world on how to survive math but really, it is self-motivation. Put in the time and efforts to learn something hard and I promise you, you will be able to do it! Sometimes we can be dramatic over hard subjects but if we pay attention close enough, we realize that everything flows right into the other. Trust your instructor and trust yourself.
GOOD LUCK!
Kes
OH YES SHE DID!
Kes what? I made a blog.
On top of a horrifyingly busy schedule, for some reason I am crazy enough to think I can start a blog. There are so many reasons as to why I created a blog but I promise you, to explain it all would bore the heck out of you. So simply put, I created a blog because my life is AWESOME! I wanted to create a place where I could share more love and help others experience an awesome life too.. Ugh, you're as cheesier as the cheese pizza I ate last week, Kesia. Are you serious? I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
I have already been asked, What is a lifestyle blog?
MediaKix explains it perfectly. "A lifestyle blog is best defined as a digital content representation of its author’s everyday life and interests. A lifestyle blogger creates content inspired and curated from their personal interests and daily activities". AKA you will read about all the things, people, activities and tips that make my life super awesome!
I have also posted my very small portfolio in hope that I can make it grow. I am a student of Graphic Design and work hard for experience, my degree and honestly, happiness. I love what I am studying and have a passion for creation. Let's just say I intend on making your life more beautiful!
Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for stopping by and I really hope you visit more often! Stay up to date on when I am posting through Instagram (@SincerelyKesia) or my Facebook! I'm Kesia Timoteo and this is my crib.
Have an awesome day!
- xo kes
I have already been asked, What is a lifestyle blog?
MediaKix explains it perfectly. "A lifestyle blog is best defined as a digital content representation of its author’s everyday life and interests. A lifestyle blogger creates content inspired and curated from their personal interests and daily activities". AKA you will read about all the things, people, activities and tips that make my life super awesome!
I have also posted my very small portfolio in hope that I can make it grow. I am a student of Graphic Design and work hard for experience, my degree and honestly, happiness. I love what I am studying and have a passion for creation. Let's just say I intend on making your life more beautiful!
Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for stopping by and I really hope you visit more often! Stay up to date on when I am posting through Instagram (@SincerelyKesia) or my Facebook! I'm Kesia Timoteo and this is my crib.
Have an awesome day!
- xo kes
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