Harry Potter Literary Circle

So, yesterday, my friend Lynne told me about this really cool club. It's called the Harry Potter Literary Circle. As you may know, I love the Harry Potter books. I think that J.K. Rowling is a frickin' genius. Not only is she creative enough to come up with a world that I would totally want to live in (the magical community), but she encouraged tons of children to read and read and read (those books are really long for a children's series). It's hard not to fall in love with the characters she's created. Plus, the twists and turns Harry's life takes are always interesting and surprising, making this series of books easily accessible for children and adults alike.

What would make joining this club so great? The fact that what I do the most of the time when I'm hanging out with my friends is talk about things that we like (such as movies, tv shows, and books!). This is just a formal way of doing it. Not to mention the fact that I will meet more people, and get to hang with my friends that are joining. It would be almost as much fun as joining a Lord of the Rings club (for the movies) or a Buffy the Vampire Slayer club (for the tv shows). I can hardly wait until the next book comes out. July 16 (I'll have to check that date) is going to be a night when I probably don't sleep. When the last book came out my friends and family all got together and had a little midnight reading party. It was fun, except for the fact that I am a slow reader, and everyone else was flying past me.

On a sidenote, it's amazing for how much I read how slow I am at reading. My mother reads about twice as fast as me, and no matter how much I read, I can't seem to get any faster! It's very frustrating, especially when you have to do a lot of studying in college.

Anyway, we'll probably have some sort of midnight reading party again in July, but maybe this time it will be super organized with food and music and cool little party favors if I join the club. Ahh, the possibilities seem endless!

A Day at the Zoo

So today was quite an interesting day. I went to the Tulsa Zoo with a group of college students and the Special Ed class from Cherokee Elementary. Our job, as college students, was to take a kid around the zoo with us and make sure they were entertained and kept in line, so to speak. I have worked with special children before, and have always found the experience rewarding but strangely challenging. Today was no different. My child was a little boy, approximately 8 or 9 years old, that went by the name Brazen (which, oddly enough, is the name of the first trashy romance novel I ever bought!). This kid was a trip. He was very energetic, running from exhibit to exhibit, calling over his shoulder from time-to-time, "Come on Sarah! We ain't got all day!" I, being of the slow-walkers nature, was trailing behind him and just trying my hardest to keep my eyes on him. He was shy at first, but then was holding onto my hand and yelling excitedly about the animals. Everything was going well, until the train.

Oh, the train incident. My little kid wanted to ride the train as soon as he saw it. Unfortunately, we had to wait in line. This was unacceptable for him, and I was having a difficult time trying to keep him in line (literally, he was trying to cut to the front of the line so we could get on). So I get him to stand with me, and then he pouts about it for the rest of the time, even though the next train came within 5 minutes. I think that he was mad at me, but not really mad at me. He just wanted what he wanted when he wanted it. And I couldn't give it to him; therefore, his anger was taken out on me. After the train ride, I had him subdued for a short period of time by letting him ride the carousel. But, as we all know, that ride goes by way too fast for a child. So there was about a 45 minute time period before we had to meet up again with the rest of the group that was spent with me chasing him around and him running into people and other horrible things. Luckily, once he realized he was getting food (we were meeting up so the children could eat lunch), he loved me again. Despite the fact that a portion of the day was stressful, I really enjoyed the zoo. My kid was a sweetheart, and gave a great big hug when I said goodbye to him. All-in-all I have this to say about my experience today: I really love working with children and think they can be awesome, but if I'm with them for anything longer than a few hours, I become frustrated beyond belief.

First Entries Are Always the Most Fascinating

So, this is my first entry in my new blog. I found this site because of my amazing brother. He is in law school right now, and I defintely don't envy him for that. I used to have a type of a blog (I guess) a couple of years ago. My sister introduced that one to me. It's called Kiwibox, but it's kinda geared towards girls between the ages of 10-16. Since I'm 20, I feel like this will fit me better. Right now, I'm just showing my friend Lynne what a blog is. It always amazes me the stuff that you can do online. I used to think I was pretty computer savvy, but as I've gotten older (yeah, 20 is so old) I've realized that I actually know very little about computers. When I was younger, I used to know HTML code, and I actually had a website that I updated as frequently as I could. But now, I can check my e-mail, and check my grades online (and apparently can type in a blog) and that about it. I'm debating on whether or not I should take a computer class during summer or fall school. I think it would probably be a wise choice, but I'm just a little nervous about filling up all my requirements for credit hours and basics and whatnot. Anyway, it's about time for me to go to class, so I'm going to sign off. Hope that this was as fascinating as I'd hoped it would be.