
It's been eleven years since I've sat in the Dean's office at my old high school. But today there I was sitting in front of the new Dean. I graduated in 1998. But during my final year I made a promise to our old Dean. I promised her I would come back in five to ten years and let them know what I was doing.
You know it was still really strange to be in that office, immediately I felt like a twelve year old being punished for a years worth of tardiness. When I entered the school I had to buzz in to speak with the secretary through some kind of bullet proof glass, not something we had in my day. I asked to see the Dean who was in a meeting. I waited on a few minuets by talking to one of my old teachers. It was then that a most beautiful woman came in and I was introduced to the our new Dean. I believe that this was a part of why it was difficult for me. but only a portion. I mean walking into anyone's office for the first time basically unannounced to tell them your past 11 year story would be kinda weird. But this I hadn't planned on.
So, how did it go, well I guess. I only apologized a few times for how strange this must be for her. Even she said in a most natural way it would be great if someone I knew was there for me to share all this with. And really the whole meeting went like this. I could tell she belonged there. I mean she was so relaxed in her office her environment, and I was just out of place. I felt the more and more we spoke the more this was obvious. Then at the last moments of our conversation I relised that this is not what I came her for, it wasent as I had dreamed it would be. It was turnning out to just be a semi awkward moment. I was supposed to be encouraging. I was supposed to tell her my rags to riches story and leave her knowing any punk could be changed for the better if they just had a chance. Well I don't want to let you down, I mean few people will probably ever read this. probably only thouse close to me, and of them still few. But I did leave her with that. I did tell her about Christ, and my new life in Him, I told her about Moldova and my work and dreams there. Its just that I dident ever see it panning out like this.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Eleven Years Later
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009



Today I received these in the mail, 25 brochures, 10 magnet calenders and 100 post cards. The brochures and magnets are for handing out. The post cards I will be sending to people. If you want one, please just let me know. I'm offering a $50 discount with these post cards for signing up with ultra international. While I"m hoping for a good response from these I obviously don't have the money I would need if everyone wanted a discount. Well, lets see how it goes, I mean to honor my offer to the people I send these to and will by all means make it happen.
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Monday, January 26, 2009
got a nibble!

The following is a Face book message I got in my inbox today while I was attampting to sign up for voice lessions. Something about $455 just seems a little much to have someone tell me I"m singing wrong.
great job, flyers huh
As you can figure the response is mine.