Monday, September 24, 2007

Strengths

According to StrengthsQuest, my top five strengths are:

Woo
Responsibility
Adaptability
Empathy
Restorative

Woo, meaning "winning others over" definitely applies to me. I LOVE to get to know people and make new friends. I'm not usually intimidated by new people. I don't exactly agree that "wooers" don't truly get to know people, because I honestly love to do just that. I enjoy having random conversations, doing ridiculous things, or just being around good company. It's definitely one of my favorite ways to pass the time. : )

Responsibility? HECK YES! I definitely have taken on the responsibilities of my family and feel the pressures of that at APU, even though I'm 400 miles away. I guess being forced to grow up at an early age makes me responsible. I always have to get my homework done (even if it means staying up until 3AM like last night!). I take it as a huge compliment when people find me to be responsible. I think responsibility also goes hand-in-hand with trust; people trust that I am responsible enough to get the job done, but also to be there for them when I say I will. That's also something that I value. I love that people can depend on me.

Adaptability. Yes, I'm very adaptable. Most days I think of the future, but there are certainly some days when I dwell on the past. I'm well aware that it has shaped who I am today. I think I have adjusted to being at APU pretty well, but I'm not going to lie - I'm SO homesick! I can't wait to go home October 26. I make plans, but I often break them. I don't mind taking the time to help someone out, go have a good time, or basically do anything to avoid homework. I'll admit, it definitely distracts me, but I think that's part of growing and learning. I have to ADAPT to the things I'm dealing with down here. I have to get used to the work load and balance my social life (I am a wooer, after all!).

Empathy. I DEFINITELY empathize with people. I can tell right off the bat if something is wrong, and it kills me to see other people suffering. I think maybe because I've been through so much, I know what it feels like to feel almost every kind of emotion possible. I've been there, and I've survived. Maybe that's why I want to be a nurse. I know I couldn't have survived the whole hospital ordeal if I hadn't had nurses there to make me really believe I would be okay. I just want to tell everyone that no matter what they face, they WILL get through it. I know it in my heart. If I can be the shoulder someone needs to cry on, the ear to listen, or give the advice someone needs to hear, I feel like I have fulfilled my purpose for the day. I just LOVE to be there for people. I can't even explain it. I just absolutely 150% agree that empathy should be one of my strengths.

Restorative. Well, I don't really like to solve problems... at least in the academic sense. I enjoy helping people sort through their crises and such, so I suppose that could make me restorative in an emotional/mental sense. I hope that makes sense. I am definitely my toughest critic, and I'm brutally honest sometimes, which isn't really restorative... but regardless, I think it does suit me in one way or another.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Who am I?

I am Rachael Lynn, born November 12. I am one of four children, two of which are half siblings. I lived in the small town of Cambria (approx. population is the size of APU) my whole life and graduated high school with a class of 63. I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life, but I am beyond confident that I am here to serve a higher purpose.

As cliche as it sounds, music is my life (but I don't want major in it). I couldn't possibly go into specifics, because I like all genres... well, except for heavy screamo scary music. That just doesn't roll well with me. I'm actually taking a Music Fundamentals course this semester and I get to play the recorder. NO JOKE! I'm totally stoked. They skipped my 4th grade class, so we never got to experience it, BUT! I can safely say that I can play a MEAN version of "Mary had a Little Lamb" on that piece of black plastic.

I guess you could say I'm having issues adjusting to being here at APU. It's weird not being right by the ocean, but even worse, I feel stranded without a car. I, like every other freshman, left my comfort zone for something completely new. Actually, now that I think of it, I really miss clean air (you will find I am very indecisive!). Regardless, I'm trying my hardest to embrace this situation with an open mind and heart so that God can kick my butt emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually this year.

That being said, I'll list a few less detailed facts. I hate feet. Well, no. This one comes with a story. My sister went through a hardcore hippy phase (as does everyone in Cambria) and decided to frolick through forests barefoot. Her feet were disgustingly gross! One day we were sitting on the couch, and she had the bright idea to shove her gross hippy feet in my face... I've been scarred ever since.

MOVING ON! I am lactose intolerant. My parents are divorced, and my dad is going to be remarried in October 2008. No, I'm not really okay with it, but I'm learning to deal. I thought of being a nurse, but I didn't want to be overwhelmed my first year. I want to help people (how cliche is that?). I love dancing, but not in public. I am outgoing, but I'm not really a night person. I love the mornings, but I have a feeling college will change all of that around for me. If I could pick a part time job to have while at APU, I would work for Clinique doing make-up. That would be AMAZING! That's definitely something I enjoy doing, SO! if anyone ever wants their make-up done, you know who to call!

I can say there is much more to me than what is written, but I fear I may get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome if I continue. So, the last thing I will do is answer your question. Why did I not use Rachael Lynn as my blog name? Well, Chelly is my nickname. It's actually pronounced like Shelly. The story behind THAT is that a friend of mine started calling me Chel (just like the last half of my name sounds) but someone else read it and thought it was like Shel instead. So, erego, my nickname, to be cuter than Chel, became Chelly.

Good day. Good blog. The End.