So these last two days has been crazy and I thought I'd let you know what was going on. So after last night we all got moved to the "basement" section of the air port and were given ample supply of water and juice (and Coke) along with about 15 small (pointless) pillows and 20 (hold no warmth in) blankets. Bless Flo's heart (she was the delta attendant who stayed 2 hours after her shift was over to help us out. She got 10 of us confirmed tickets for tonight's flight out at 7:00 pm. and the rest of us on standby cross your fingers. She also gave us 12$ in vouchers each for food so that we didn't have to pay for our meals we ate in the air port. They have come in handy. So we are in this basement and we all lay down on the Granite floor. it didn't take long to realize that the floor was FREEEZING and all the lights were on so it was nice and bright. I wrapped my body in a cocoon with two very thin blankets and wrapped my head in a cocoon with my hoodie. I think I fell asleep for about an hour before I woke up and went to the bath room came back and laid on the bench. I know I fell asleep on that because I woke up with drool running down my mouth. but everytime the tracks went over the bench shook and woke me up so finally around 5 I just woke up, went and got ready for the day (aka washed my face, and did some makeup) came out started to read my assignment of Genesis 1-20 and realized my brain was mush so I shut the book and just stared until people started to come to life. We got up left and went through security, I GOT FRISKED... never have I felt so violated and to make things better everyone was watching. all I could do was sit and laugh I think my face was more red then a tomato. I've had horrible luck with luggage, like my carry on never fit in the over head bin I always had to get it out and take stuff out of it... I was a basket case by the time I got to JFK but I've got it down to an art now. So as if that carry on stuff isn't enough last night Flo calls me over and tells me to get my checked baggage claim ticket.... Oh she can't find my suit case and it's the only one missing from the groups... Everyone pray that my luggage is there when I get to Jerusalem or.... mom and dad stock my bank account cause I'll be going shopping.
I already feel so close to these 15 kids, like we saw each other in the worst circumstances yet everyone remained so calm and in very high spirits for the trials we faced. I am glad I got stuck with these people cause I do really like them all. Well I will keep you updated on what happens but for now I must read my scriptures. LOTS of love home, miss you all and I'm almost to the point where a flight to SLC is looking sooo tempting but I know once I' there it'll be great.
Hopefully I will SOON be posting pictures of the spewed students on the JFK airport floor and some of our adventures through times square.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
In The Beginning
In 10 days I will be on an air plane getting ready for the adventure of a life time. I am going to Jerusalem; The City of Peace. A place where culture and history are so rich. I decided to keep up a blog as really the only way to let my family and friends know what I was doing. I've been told by people who have attended this program before to not waste time on computers. So I sure hope I can keep up on this blog. If not I apologize in advance.
I want to tell the story of why I chose Jerusalem and the path I took that got me here.
It started July of 2010 I filled out my first application to attend the winter semester in Jerusalem. With the economy so low I was almost positive that I would have no problem getting in. I was rather depressed when I got the letter stating I was number 18 on the waiting list. Needless to say I only got to number 9 when the winter semester group left. I was then placed for the program in the Spring/ Summer semester 2011. Time passed and I was super nervous to leave. I kept trying to rationalize a reason of why I shouldn't go; family, work, money, school, friends, etc... In March of this year (like 4 weeks before departure) I called Debbie up and canceled my application and collected all the money back. Satisfied with my decision I started looking for jobs, tried out for the city's summer musical, decided I was going to run for Miss Kaysville had my talent already memorized. All in all I was ready to stay here.
About a week later on a Sunday night I was on facebook and decided to look up Rachel Jackson (we knew each other in high school but that's about it, I thought it strange that I should look her up but I did it anyway) on her wall my best friend had posted a message saying that Rachel's blog had changed her life. Immediatly I found the web site link to Rachel's blog. It was called Rachel's Rosetta Stone. She was in Jerusalem, my stomach dropped and I began to sob as I looked through her pictures reading her comments of the city that changed her life. I had made a mistake and I knew it. I knelt down and prayed to my Father in Heaven, asking him that if this was the place I needed to be that it would all work out. The next morning as I was walking up to campus I called my mother and told her of my findings the previous night. She said to me "Joan call Debbie and see if you can get back in the program." I was so doubtful but said I would call after class, while sitting in class I decided that if there was anyway on earth I had a chance of going when I called Debbie that I would take it, it would be my answer. I called Debbie up and told her I was sorry for being bipolar and wanted back into the program. She laughed and told me it was funny but there was one spot open even after all those on the waiting list were added into the program. She said getting back into the program was easy but getting me a plane ticket, almost impossible. She told me to hold tight and if she could get it figured out she'd call, she left me with only little hope. A few hours later Debbie called and the first thing she said... "Joan there must be a reason you're supposed to go because everything has fallen into place for you. Welcome back!"
So...HERE WE GO!!!!
I want to tell the story of why I chose Jerusalem and the path I took that got me here.
It started July of 2010 I filled out my first application to attend the winter semester in Jerusalem. With the economy so low I was almost positive that I would have no problem getting in. I was rather depressed when I got the letter stating I was number 18 on the waiting list. Needless to say I only got to number 9 when the winter semester group left. I was then placed for the program in the Spring/ Summer semester 2011. Time passed and I was super nervous to leave. I kept trying to rationalize a reason of why I shouldn't go; family, work, money, school, friends, etc... In March of this year (like 4 weeks before departure) I called Debbie up and canceled my application and collected all the money back. Satisfied with my decision I started looking for jobs, tried out for the city's summer musical, decided I was going to run for Miss Kaysville had my talent already memorized. All in all I was ready to stay here.
About a week later on a Sunday night I was on facebook and decided to look up Rachel Jackson (we knew each other in high school but that's about it, I thought it strange that I should look her up but I did it anyway) on her wall my best friend had posted a message saying that Rachel's blog had changed her life. Immediatly I found the web site link to Rachel's blog. It was called Rachel's Rosetta Stone. She was in Jerusalem, my stomach dropped and I began to sob as I looked through her pictures reading her comments of the city that changed her life. I had made a mistake and I knew it. I knelt down and prayed to my Father in Heaven, asking him that if this was the place I needed to be that it would all work out. The next morning as I was walking up to campus I called my mother and told her of my findings the previous night. She said to me "Joan call Debbie and see if you can get back in the program." I was so doubtful but said I would call after class, while sitting in class I decided that if there was anyway on earth I had a chance of going when I called Debbie that I would take it, it would be my answer. I called Debbie up and told her I was sorry for being bipolar and wanted back into the program. She laughed and told me it was funny but there was one spot open even after all those on the waiting list were added into the program. She said getting back into the program was easy but getting me a plane ticket, almost impossible. She told me to hold tight and if she could get it figured out she'd call, she left me with only little hope. A few hours later Debbie called and the first thing she said... "Joan there must be a reason you're supposed to go because everything has fallen into place for you. Welcome back!"
So...HERE WE GO!!!!
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