So the other day, I was in the living room with my housemates talking story. The TV was on and an Intel Inside commercial came on. I wasn't really paying much attention to it, but I knew it was there. All of a sudden, I let out a new sound... The sound of the logo. Hopefully the video works that will share the sound... but I happened to do it at the same time as the TV did as well. Maybe it was me, maybe you had to be there, but I am now mimicking the jingle of a computer company. Awesome. And I can't help it!
Intel Inside
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
So this past Sunday, our ward had a fast and testimony meeting. At church, the members of the congregation are given the time to stand and bear witness of principles they know to be true. There happened to be a long period of silence yesterday, and when it was finally broken, a few people mentioned how they felt uncomfortable in the silence. There is a new member of our bishopric named Brother Galeai (Nah- lee- eye). He stood up and shared how much he enjoyed the silence and started to expound on that when the silence was broken again... by me. I had half of the congregation giggling like school girls as Br. Galeai tried to regain his train of thought... I love my timing. I can't help it!
Thursday, September 15, 2011
September has always been my favorite month. Good things happen to me in September. For one, school starts. I love school. Especially the first day. I always get at least one good story with all the new people I meet. :D I think this year's story requires some back story... Last year in September I started taking Spanish 321, a grammar and composition class. I have never taken a Spanish class before, so I had to talk to the professor to get in. As I was talking with him, my Tourette's came up, and he asked what he should do when I do it in class. I told him that it's no big deal, he can just keep teaching. Well, I had no idea the reaction my fellow students would have in said Spanish class. The first one, got some confused looks, but Hermano Richardson kept teaching, as I had said was fine to do. He kept teaching through the second one as well. However, the third time I did it, the class was starting to wonder what was going on and if I had some sort of problem, and no one was really listening to the professor, so he stopped and said, "Jessica, maybe you had better explain what is going on to the class." I then proceeded to tell them that there was no emergency, I was ok, and what was going on with the funny noises. That was fun, I don't stop a class very often!
This year, I have to retake that Spanish grammar class. My Spanish is that bad... don't judge. ;) Anywho, this year, Hermano Richardson knew what was coming. He was writing on the board when I let out my first squeal, and without batting an eyelash, he continued writing on the board as he said, "Jessica, would you like to explain to the class?" I explained that I had Tourette's, and he asked how many people knew what it was. When no one did, I went in to a bit more detail of what was going on. The second and third time, the class continued without interruption, but with a few entertained looks from a few students that made me smile. I love the first day of school. I can't help it.
This year, I have to retake that Spanish grammar class. My Spanish is that bad... don't judge. ;) Anywho, this year, Hermano Richardson knew what was coming. He was writing on the board when I let out my first squeal, and without batting an eyelash, he continued writing on the board as he said, "Jessica, would you like to explain to the class?" I explained that I had Tourette's, and he asked how many people knew what it was. When no one did, I went in to a bit more detail of what was going on. The second and third time, the class continued without interruption, but with a few entertained looks from a few students that made me smile. I love the first day of school. I can't help it.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
So I know I started this blog to tell the funny stories that happen and the funny reactions I get, but there is an up side and a down side to everything. Today, I am going to share the down side. I was mistreated about a year a half ago, and have been bad mouthing since, but I want to stop. I will record the story, and that will be the last time it is shared. I want to move on, to forgive and let go. Hopefully this will be a step to help me do that. I share this story just to get it out and be done. Not to discourage anyone from following this career path, or doing anything that they want to do, I don't want to sound bitter. It was just a hill I had to climb on the path of life or something cheesy like that. I am a better person because it happened.
Once upon a time, I had made the decision to be a social worker. I wanted to work with and help people. I took the classes I needed to apply for the program and was accepted. There were 4 professors in the Social Work Department. I had taken a class from one of them and he had explained to the other 3 about the noises I made. I didn't know at the time it was Tourette's, I just made funny noises. So I started my first semester as a social work major. I liked my classes, my peers were super fun and we enjoyed our classes together.
The trouble started in my class talking about working with individuals. The professor was talking about that powerful moment of realization when there should be silence, letting things sink in or something like that. He then turned to me and said, " Do you see why your noises would be a problem here?" I was so embarrassed! What else could I say? I said yes just to move on, but really, what if someone sneezed in that "special moment"? They have about the same amount of control that I do over what happens. I tried to forget about it and move on. Then I was talking with another professor and she had some questions about it. I am fine with answering questions, a lot of people do. I didn't like her questions though. I had seen three doctors who didn't know what it was, but she asked if one of them was a psychologist and if there was maybe some sub-conscious reason I was doing it. I hated feeling like she thought something was wrong and needed to be fixed and that I was doing them on purpose for some reason. Once again I tried to move on and forget about it.
The kicker came when the head of the department pulled me aside and told me he wasn't sure if they could place me in an internship (translation- I can't graduate in social work) because of the noises I made. I was already overwhelmed with a bunch of other things that were going on in my life right then, so I quit doing homework. I still went to my classes, I just didn't have time to do anything outside of class with everything else I had going on. I simply failed all my classes and decided to change my major. I had no idea to what at the time. By the time I had taken off Spring, Summer and First Terms, I had sorted out my life and tried to register for classes. I was unable to do so because I had failed all of my classes, and the school wanted me to see the school psychiatrist, just to be sure I won't fail all my classes again.
I went knowing it wouldn't, but I did gain a lot from my visits with Dr. Orr. He was the one who officially diagnosed me with Tourette's, first of all. Second of all, he was madder than I was at what had happened. I had always been of the mind frame that I wasn't allowed to be angry at things that happened to me. Once he got so upset, I realized I could be upset because that was wrong. That act was hypocritical, and against all social work is supposed to stand for. I got angry and hurt and have since been badmouthing the social work department. Dr. Orr visited with the head of the social work department and was told that they had simply asked me for paperwork. First of all, I never heard one mention of paperwork, which made them liars in my mind, as well as putting paperwork before people.
If anything, I was the type of person they were trying to help. They were turning away a good social worker who could have related better to those they were trying to help. The more I thought about it, the madder I got. However, I was forgetting the good things that came from this. I found a major that much better suits me and the things I want to do in my life. There are so many good things that came. Social work was not for me, but that doesn't mean that other people won't thrive in it. I was just lucky to get out of it while I still had an opportunity to be in school. I am so much happier with my life now and where it is headed. I'm so blessed and I just can't help it. :)
Once upon a time, I had made the decision to be a social worker. I wanted to work with and help people. I took the classes I needed to apply for the program and was accepted. There were 4 professors in the Social Work Department. I had taken a class from one of them and he had explained to the other 3 about the noises I made. I didn't know at the time it was Tourette's, I just made funny noises. So I started my first semester as a social work major. I liked my classes, my peers were super fun and we enjoyed our classes together.
The trouble started in my class talking about working with individuals. The professor was talking about that powerful moment of realization when there should be silence, letting things sink in or something like that. He then turned to me and said, " Do you see why your noises would be a problem here?" I was so embarrassed! What else could I say? I said yes just to move on, but really, what if someone sneezed in that "special moment"? They have about the same amount of control that I do over what happens. I tried to forget about it and move on. Then I was talking with another professor and she had some questions about it. I am fine with answering questions, a lot of people do. I didn't like her questions though. I had seen three doctors who didn't know what it was, but she asked if one of them was a psychologist and if there was maybe some sub-conscious reason I was doing it. I hated feeling like she thought something was wrong and needed to be fixed and that I was doing them on purpose for some reason. Once again I tried to move on and forget about it.
The kicker came when the head of the department pulled me aside and told me he wasn't sure if they could place me in an internship (translation- I can't graduate in social work) because of the noises I made. I was already overwhelmed with a bunch of other things that were going on in my life right then, so I quit doing homework. I still went to my classes, I just didn't have time to do anything outside of class with everything else I had going on. I simply failed all my classes and decided to change my major. I had no idea to what at the time. By the time I had taken off Spring, Summer and First Terms, I had sorted out my life and tried to register for classes. I was unable to do so because I had failed all of my classes, and the school wanted me to see the school psychiatrist, just to be sure I won't fail all my classes again.
I went knowing it wouldn't, but I did gain a lot from my visits with Dr. Orr. He was the one who officially diagnosed me with Tourette's, first of all. Second of all, he was madder than I was at what had happened. I had always been of the mind frame that I wasn't allowed to be angry at things that happened to me. Once he got so upset, I realized I could be upset because that was wrong. That act was hypocritical, and against all social work is supposed to stand for. I got angry and hurt and have since been badmouthing the social work department. Dr. Orr visited with the head of the social work department and was told that they had simply asked me for paperwork. First of all, I never heard one mention of paperwork, which made them liars in my mind, as well as putting paperwork before people.
If anything, I was the type of person they were trying to help. They were turning away a good social worker who could have related better to those they were trying to help. The more I thought about it, the madder I got. However, I was forgetting the good things that came from this. I found a major that much better suits me and the things I want to do in my life. There are so many good things that came. Social work was not for me, but that doesn't mean that other people won't thrive in it. I was just lucky to get out of it while I still had an opportunity to be in school. I am so much happier with my life now and where it is headed. I'm so blessed and I just can't help it. :)
Sunday, August 28, 2011
I tried to post a video, but it won't work. Those who are friends with me on FB, should look at the videos I have been tagged in to find this song. It is one of my favorites. Mostly because it was written for me as an apology. Best apology I have ever received! The song is called "Jessica Is Cool." It was written by my friend Alex Denney.
One evening, I went to a group dinner with my friends Brian and Charli. There were several people there I didn't know, which made the evening fairly entertaining. Alex was playing the piano the first time I let out a squeak. After two or three, he yelled at me to "Stop that!!" Charli then yelled at him, "She can't!!!" Alex didn't quite believe that statement, so in a sarcastic tone retorted, "What does she have Tourettes or something?" Actually, yes. Yes, I do. He felt bad once he found out. I told him it was fine, I got a good laugh out of it. Then I got a song out of it. My life rocks, and I can't help it.
One evening, I went to a group dinner with my friends Brian and Charli. There were several people there I didn't know, which made the evening fairly entertaining. Alex was playing the piano the first time I let out a squeak. After two or three, he yelled at me to "Stop that!!" Charli then yelled at him, "She can't!!!" Alex didn't quite believe that statement, so in a sarcastic tone retorted, "What does she have Tourettes or something?" Actually, yes. Yes, I do. He felt bad once he found out. I told him it was fine, I got a good laugh out of it. Then I got a song out of it. My life rocks, and I can't help it.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
So this past weekend, there was a regional YSA Conference in Hawaii. All the young single adults mostly from Oahu, but also a few from outer islands came together for various activities and fun together. There was over 400 planning on attending this shindig. This year it was hosted in Laie, so I was still able to attend classes (lucky me!) while playing with new and old friends. I enjoyed the whole conference, the food, the dancing, the workshops... but one of my favorite moments had to be Thursday night. After various activities in the Laie Hawaii Temple, we gathered together for a large dinner in the stake center next door. I sat on one of the outside tables with a few friends. All of a sudden, there it was... a loud, long squeal. The kind that can echo in a room full of people. I watched every head in the room turn to face my direction. What do I do with all this attention? I laugh. The faces were so confused! I found it entertaining. Shame on me for laughing at the discomfort of others I guess, but pretty sure I continue to enjoy the responses I get. Friends who knew me that were on the other side of the room cheered. I laughed, and most of the room continued with dinner after a moment or two. How do you explain that to a room full of people? Unfortunately, many were not let in to my little secret, but I can't help it. :)
Monday, August 1, 2011
So last week, there was a farewell party for my friend Miles. The house he lives in is owned by a Samoan family and there us a little boy named Tipa that is always running around. Tipa decided he wanted to come to Miles' party. As he is running around being his cute little two year old self, I let out a loud and long squeal as he was playing next to me. He spun around and had this look of horror as I did. It was the look of,"What did I do wrong?!?" His face was simply adorable, and many of us started laughing. He picked up that is was ok, so he started laughing and in traditional Samoan style, gave me a nice sasa... He slapped me. Which only made me laugh harder. I have decided that it is going to be very entertaining to be around children... It's awesome and I can't help it!
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