thestoryofsarah

December 9, 2011

Week 1: Best week of the year?

Filed under: family,Life — by Sarah H @ 10:54 pm
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Here is the start of my 52 week commitment! I plan to write 1 blog a week for 52 weeks! I’d love to hear suggestions in the comments on things I can write about, but I decided to start it off positive. I just may be having the best week of my year.

Why, you ask?

Well, I got my grades for this semester (Not only did I get a 100 on my final for English, I’m ending the semester with 3 A’s and 1 B)! This is such a great thing, because for a few years, I had really given up on school and trying to succeed in school. I stopped being scared of failing and put my all into this semester. I officially have my Associate of the Arts degree and will be continuing to my Bachelor’s degree starting in the spring! Next great thing? Well, I don’t want to jinx it, but the owner of the condo P and I are looking at renting LOVES us! It’s looking very good that we will be moving into the condo January 1st. We’ll find out officially sometime next week. I can’t help but feel good that, though I’ve only talked to him on the phone, he thinks P and I will be perfect tenants. I can’t help but get excited over this prospect and really hope it works out for us! So far, this week has been pretty darn fantastic, and with the way I feel the rest of the year has been, it’s nice to have such positive things happening lately. I’m also done with school for a whole month! I’m actually a little antsy thinking about all the time I’m going to have on my hands now that I’m only working for 4 week, and not going to school…I guess I’ll catch up on TV or read a book.

I’m taking 9 days off in 2 weeks! I haven’t had that much time off since 2005! I’m taking this time off to go on a family vacation, something I haven’t done since 2007! We’re going up to North Carolina to play in the snow! Haven’t seen snow since I was 10, so this trip is very exciting to me.

So maybe, just maybe, December will end up being the best month of the year, which will hopefully lead to 2012 being a better year! What do you think? Do you have a best month, or week, of the year?

 

September 14, 2011

Love at First Sight

Filed under: family,Love — by Sarah H @ 1:35 pm
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I apologize to my 1 reader that I’ve been gone for almost a month. School started and that combined with work, I just got really busy. I had to write an essay on a life changing experience this week for my English class, so I decided this would be the perfect place to showcase it. Let me know what you think:

Love at First Sight

            There’s nothing in the world that can affect you like love. Many people wait their whole lives to finally feel it, to find someone that changes everything, that changes the way they see the world. Someone that makes them a better person, or at least makes them want to be a better person. Someone that gives them a reason to smile everyday and see the world in a new light. I was lucky enough to find this love at fifteen. He was 7 pounds, 12 ounces, and the day he was born, my whole world changed. He’s my little brother, and in the 8 years since he was born, he’s become my best friend.

I can’t say that I was always thrilled with the new addition to our family. Like most other fifteen year old girls, I was too wrapped up in the current high school gossip and my own life to worry about what was going on with anyone else. I remember the day my parents sat my other brother, Zachary, who was nine at the time, and I down to tell us the news. Our parents would often joke about a new baby being on the way, so when the words, “You’re going to have a baby brother or sister” first came out of my mother’s mouth, neither Zachary nor I believed her. “No, really,” Zachary asked, “What’s the surprise?”, “Yeah, is it a puppy?” I wondered. “We’re serious this time, your mother is pregnant.” When those words left my father’s mouth, neither Zachary nor I knew what to say. They showed us the pregnancy test. They weren’t joking. We were really going to have a new sibling.

The next nine months, I helped my mom get things ready. We found out she was having a boy. I went to the baby showers with my mother and helped in any way I could. I had become a big sister before when my mother was pregnant with Zachary, but that had been when I was five, so I really wasn’t much help. I was now old enough to understand everything that was going on. On February 10, 2003, my parents let me skip school and my mother was induced into labor. I went with them to the hospital and was in the room for the birth of my new baby brother.

Being there for the birth of my new sibling was the most emotional thing I have ever experienced. Joshua Steven Hersman was born at 5:32 pm and was immediately whisked away to NICU due to having fluid in his lungs. I cried for hours. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t control the tears. I was both happy and worried, this beautiful baby boy had just been born and then taken so fast that we couldn’t touch or see him but only for a minute. We stayed by the NICU nursery windows and watched as they took care of him. He was so tiny and fragile. I was worried about his well being. For the first time in my life, I had fallen in love at first site. Though I had never met, or held, this small baby boy, I knew I loved him more than anything in the world. He was released from NICU later that night and from the hospital a few days later. I was finally able to hold this precious little boy. He was this perfect little person, and he was my little brother. I loved showing him off to all my friends, like a living baby doll.

As Joshua got older, I found him looking up to me as a role model. For the first time, the things I did and the decisions I made really affected someone else. He wanted to mimic me, to be just like me. I was his cool big sister, someone that he could trust and could do no wrong. I realized that I needed to stop being a selfish little girl and grow up into the sister that Joshua deserved.

He is now 8 years old and my best friend. I volunteer in his class room every year, and he tells me all about his day and things he’s learning. He’s constantly teaching me new things and he still thinks I’m the coolest person in the world. I know the day will come when Joshua no longer wants to hang out with his big sister, and no longer thinks I’m the coolest person he knows, but until that day, I will cherish every moment I spend with my little brother. He makes me a better person, and completely changed my life for the better. He’s the best gift I’ve ever received.

July 11, 2011

That dirty, 4 letter word.

Filed under: family,Growing Up,Life,Money — by Sarah H @ 10:20 pm
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I have a dirty, 4 letter word that I just can’t bring myself to say. Just thinking about this word, makes me shudder and want to run away(Ha, didn’t mean to rhyme there. I’m a poet). This 4 letter word brings a sour taste to my mouth.

The word, and I can’t believe I’m about to type it here, is HELP.

I’ve never been good at asking for help in any sort of situation. I don’t know why, but it’s hard for me to do. I try to solve situations all by myself, I don’t really ask for advice, and when something gets really tough, I just ignore it.

I have recently been very scared about my financial situation. I have this thing called a credit card problem. When I was younger, I didn’t believe that credit cards were real money and would constantly charge things I couldn’t afford. Fast forward to 4 years later, I’m still paying on a lot of the purchases I made. I’m a big believer in the theory: If you ignore a problem long enough, it will eventually go away. While using this solid and foolproof(sarcasm) method for as long I’ve had the credit card issue, I had finally reached my drowning point. I finally had to utter that dirty word. I asked for help. My dad has known for awhile that I have a substantial bit of credit card debt and about once a month, he asks me if he can help me. Up until last month, I would always tell him I was fine and brush off the subject, uncomfortable to talk about a situation I find incredibly embarrassing because it’s my own damn fault. Well, when the monthly question came about in June, I finally broke down and cried.

And I finally told him the extent of my financial dilemma.

And I finally asked for help.

I was so worried that he would be ashamed and be upset, but he just hugged me and told me it would be ok. It would work out, and he’d help me come up with a plan.

After finally admitting I had a problem, and that I needed *shudder* help, the second great thing happened: I got a raise and a promotion. I felt amazing about this because when I accepted I had a problem, and finally asked for that dirty 4 letter word, I received it. I realized I am not weak for having to ask for help, I am finally strong for being able to ask for help. Help is not a dirty word, it’s a word that is necessary in life. It’s ok to break down and ask for help. I don’t know if I will make this a habit, but I will definitely consider it a solution to my problems more often.

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