What exactly did I get myself into?

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When I applied to obtain a Masters in Rehabilitation Counseling, I looked forward to learning how to become a Master of Rehabilitaion Counseling, not a Master of the English language! Friday, my class was asked to complete a program evaluating our ability to write properly. Evidently, reading the textbook isn’t as important as speaking like one. Now, I ask you, did I sign up for a writing class? No. Did I sign up to pass or fail a computer-generated test on standard English usage writen by a non-native English speaker? No. Did I sign up to teach English as a second language? No. Yet, there I was analyzing sentence structure to determine whether a sentence was complex, compound, simple or complex-compound. Does it really matter whether I can identify parts of speech within a sentence? Not if I can write it correctly! (Yes, for those of you savvy readers, that previous sentence was a fragment! Writers often use them to emphasize a point.) And who in the flying-freak cares? (Did I just begin a sentence with AND?) I’m not studying linguistics, editing or grammar. (Yes, the previous sentence was parallel.) I am studying Rehabilitation Counseling. My last degree was in English. Do I remember how to speak using standard English? I never used it in the first place! I can, however, use proper English. (Which, by the way, received an incorrect mark because I didn’t choose the “standard English” response, opting for the proper English one. Yes, folks, I was deducted for using the word “amongst” instead of “among”. Two words, used interchangeably these days, unless you are being evaluated on standard English usage, in which case you are not amongst friends for writing like a Jane Austin novel! (Boy, I’m just running on and on!) If I need to decide when to use lay, lie, who or whom, I’ll do it on my own time! I mean seriously, when discerning between two restaurants, are you deciding which one is “more” casual or “most” casual? More than what? Most of both? Does it really matter? Yes, evidently it does matter, because I was deducted on that question as well. Goodness, that’s what happens when you over analyze something. Maybe it is better that I didn’t become a copy editor. Obviously, I wouldn’t have been a very good one---especially with all this passive voice! Phooey! Ahhhhh! As I run screaming from the room, I leave you to fend for yourselves amongst the weary world of weirdos wielding wacko, wannabe weapons with whithered words! I mean hey, if I can't get my word across, alliteration always aces ALL! ;) Need I say more?
 Love, MOPS

Can You Believe It?!

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I got a call this morning. My friend at the Bishops' Storehouse could hardly wait for me to answer. When I did . . .
     "You didn't tell me it was going to be the front page!" she laughed.
     "What was?" I was puzzled.
     "It looks great! We're the only story on the front page!" I could practically see her grinning through the phone. It was then that it dawned on me. My story about the Bishops' Storehouse. It went to press this past week. I hadn't seen a copy. I'd completely forgotten I'd even written the story.
     "The FRONT page??" Oh my gosh! I seriously don't think I've been on the front page since I was editor-in-chief of my high school newspaper. And honestly I don't know if I was ever on the front page then either, but at least then I would have had the leverage to swing it! I didn't really believe it, so I called my mom. IF it was true, she would have already called me, I was sure of it. Turns out, she hadn't seen it yet either. But she said it was . . . FRONT PAGE!! HOLY COW! I can't even believe it! I'm ready to bust my buttons! So here it is folks . . . my front page article!

Bishops’ Storehouse Lifts Burdens

In More Ways than One

By Sarah Price
     “Even the best financial planning cannot prepare us for unforeseen bumps in the road. Maybe you know someone who is employed, but still struggles to provide for their family’s basic needs. Perhaps you may even stare at your own situation and wonder what tomorrow holds when you can’t even put food on the table today. It’s for this reason inspired church leaders established the Welfare Program during the Great Depression.
     Former Church President, Heber J. Grant saw the disparaging effects of the Great Depression seeping into the lives of church members and wanted to help people regain independence and self respect. He wanted to get rid of growing reliance on government programs and assist the members in building their thriftiness and increasing their talents. In 1936, his growing concern led church leaders to establish the Welfare Program. It was instituted to help members get back to work and provide for themselves. “It’s a great program,” Sister Lois Townsend, a service missionary and member of the Encinitas Ward said. “I’m sure it’s inspired of the Lord. It lifts your spirit to know we care about one another.”
     Unlike other government programs, the Church’s Welfare program is not just a handout. It’s a hand-up. Bishops and Branch Presidents can offer members different assignments in exchange for the assistance they receive. Assignments can range anything from cleaning the building to using a particular talent to serve another person. In this way, members often regain self-respect because their assignment builds skills to move on with self-sufficiency.
     There are several branches of the Welfare Program, all of which are funded entirely by fast offerings and other donations. One part of Welfare Services in San Diego is the Bishops’ Storehouse. It not only helps some members put food on their tables, but it also gives everyone an opportunity to come unto Christ by serving each other. Volunteers from San Diego County’s wards and branches stock the storehouse daily, hourly even, in an effort to better serve their brothers and sisters. Members keep coming back to volunteer, inspired by everything from restocking tomatoes to helping fill food orders. Some serve as part-time missionaries, some serve on assignment from leaders and others serve just because they’re looking for a fun and productive way to spend a couple hours.
     Brother Richard Quiggle and his wife, Marianne, of the Poway Stake are serving a 24-month service mission as managers of the Bishops’ Storehouse. Sister Quiggle often talks about how amazed she is because everyday things “work out just the way the Lord would want”. Sometimes unassigned volunteers pop in to work a couple hours and it’s they who are needed to serve a particular person filling an order.
     Sister Barbara Carpenter of the La Mesa Second Ward said, “[My husband and I] were asked to serve a weekly, three month assignment and really enjoyed it from the first night.” They are now serving an 18-month service mission at the Storehouse.
     When asked if she would feel uncomfortable going to her bishop for a food order, Heidi Harris, a newlywed service missionary from the West Hills Ward says, “before I started volunteering here a year ago, yes [because I didn’t understand the program]. But now [that I do] I wouldn’t feel embarrassed at all!” Echoing the same sentiments, there are times when a brother or sister comes in feeling awkward or ashamed to fill their first order, but after they’re greeted by friendly, loving servants, anxieties melt away.
     The benefits of service were described by David S. Baxter, a member of the Seventy in the October 2006 General Conference when he said, “stretching our souls in service helps us to rise above our cares, concerns, and challenges. As we focus our energies on lifting the burdens of others, something miraculous happens. Our own burdens diminish. We become happier. There is more substance to our lives.” (David S. Baxter, “Faith, Service, Consistency” Ensign, Nov 2006, 13-15.) Sister Quiggle enjoys that extra substance, “feeling the spirits of those who come in for assistance and of those who volunteer.” Since she began working in the storehouse, she has “an increased appreciation for the gospel, the Plan of Salvation, and seeing how the Lord works to bless each of us.”
     Located in Clairemont Mesa (just off the 163), the Bishops’ Storehouse is open to anyone who would like to volunteer on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 10 am to 7 pm and on Wednesdays from 10am to 3pm. Come focus your energy on lifting burdens and watch your own disappear!
    Sister Quiggle said the Bishops’ Storehouse welcomes anyone who would like to volunteer to help meet the ongoing need for service. If members would like to serve regularly, they can be called as service missionaries and serve eight or more hours a week.”

(The Seagull asked me to add a paragraph at the end. I would have loved for it to have gone as the second to last paragraph, but hey! I still made the front page!)

School's Back in Session!

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This past week I made the plunge and went back to school! Not only that, I'm going full-time! I haven't gone FT---and completed the semester---since 1995. Um. So, I'm excited about school and nervous about the load. It was interesting because I went to each class and none of them seemed all that hard. I mean, read a chapter or two a week, interview a few people and write a big paper at the end of the semster? Big deal! Then, I started reading. I sat down today (at 9:30am) to read. I was sitting at the kitchen table. I was alone. The seconds were clicking away and I wasn't paying all that much attention to the noise of that silly clock. I read. I read and I READ. After 2 hours I'd read eleven pages! ELEVEN! HELLO!! Good grief. speed. I am just to the point where I was able to read a 300 pg novel  in a little over a month. That's better than how long it ook me to read one in Jan. AND I really worked on my reading comprehension. I've been able to increase my vocabulary. (Started working hard on it last year when I saw a free class on culinary art and asked someone what kind of art it was, "because I love art!" She just kind of looked at me. Paused, then  asked if I was really an editor in college. I couldn't even give her a real answer to that one. I called one of my professors and asked them if they knew. Come to find out I worked as the student editor for the linguistic/grammer professor. He had me read papers submitted by other professors for publishing nationwide. My other professor said I was an editor for the honors dept. nice.) And culinary means . . . ? I had to go home and look it up myself! Cooking? and come to find out that's a common word! but, if you're reading this, you probably already know that . . . and I'm feeling like a goof right now. ;)

Anyway . . . I've got my work cut out for me!

Today did turn out well though. This afternoon I went to a Deaf Branch primary activity. POOL PARTY! Aside from the frequent comments about my glowing white legs. It was so much fun! Something about doing cannon balls, having water fights, screaming your guts out, teaching kids how to float on their backs, tread water and swim new strokes. Throwing them up in the air as they scream, laughing into the water while others are pulling at me for their turn. Yes, by the end of the evening I was smiling from ear to ear. Something about having 7 screaming kids tell me how AWESOME I am---went to my head. That, and a little sweetheart guessed my age as TWENTY-SIX! What more could a girl want? Faster reading comprehension? Naw, I'll take the kids. Afterward I was thinking about it. I doubt parents get told how awesome they truly are on a regular basis. So, Mom and Dad, you are SO AWESOME! I love you to pieces and then I love all your pieces! -MOPS