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Name: Bekah
Country: United States
State: Virginia
Metro: Manassas
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus,
Spending time with friends and family,
Music- all kinds, but particularly Delirious, Matt Redman, Tim Hughes, Hillsongs United, Chris Tomlin, other worship music, 80's music, Andy Lau, other Chinese music, Alabama, 50's and 60's music,
Movies- romantic comedies, action, martial arts, dramas, Chinese and Korean
Expertise: -being either very silly or very serious; I struggle with finding a balance.
-eating chocolate chip cookies with milk
-bragging about my cats, family, and friends
-talking about my interests
Occupation: Education/training
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/10/2006
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|   I can barely believe all that has occured in the last few months. Several months ago, my boyfriend and I met for the first time at Old Town in Alexandria. We had been writing to each other and talking on the phone for some time, but had never met in person. On our first date, I was soooo nervous for about the first ten minutes. It only took ten minutes for me to feel completely at ease. He picked me up in his jeep, and I thought he was so cute, and that just made me soooo nervous. I was so afraid he wouldn't like me. I reached to shake his hand, and he reached to give me a hug, so we both shook hands and hugged. He then opened the door for me, and we proceeded to head to Old Town to hang out. He was playing 80's music in his car (He LOVES 80's music!!!), and he began to talk to me as if he'd known me all of his life. I knew within a few moments that I really liked this guy. He made me feel so at ease, and I felt within a few minutes like I also had known him forever. We hung out the entire evening; having dinner, walking around, talking, and playing. It was the most wonderful evening. I observed everything about him that night: the way he treated me, the way he treated the waiters, and the way he treated people passing by. He was so friendly and kind with everyone we came into contact. I was so impressed with how he even struck up conversations with others sitting in the restaurant we were in. He genuinely seemed to care about everyone, even leaving a tip for the lady who scooped our ice cream in the ice cream shop. We talked about our jobs, our past, our dreams, our faith, our friends, our pets, our families, church, politics, our tempers, and probably other stuff as well. I left that night hoping that this would not be the last I saw or heard from him. He called me the next day and we talked for a few hours. Every time he called me, we would talk for at least four hours at a time. I felt like we could talk for hours and neither of us would get tired of it. We went out the following weekend, and have been together almost every single day since. There have been very few days that we did not spend together, yet when we get on the phone, we still talk for hours, even when we're on our way to see each other. He goes out of his way to take care of me. I've never had anyone do this for me except for my parents. I've never known anyone like him. So, in the extreme business of my life lately, when on the way to the Homecoming game at my school which I HAD to be at for my job, he decided that we needed to go by Old Town because it was "such a nice day, and I needed to have some time outside to enjoy it." The thought did occur to me that we were going to go to a football game, which was outside so I was a little suspicious about his reason for wanting to go to Old Town. I agreed to go none-the-less, and was just trying to hurry the whole thing so I could get to the game on time. We drove down there, parked, and walked a long way to get to this one place where we sat and talked for hours on our first date. We walked up to that same area, and he began to comment on how this is such a special place for us. I agreed and reminded him that this is where he splashed water on me on our first date. He asked if he could splash me again, and I said "ok". He didn't though, which surprised me. He instead, put his arm around me, and started talking about how special the spot was for us again. He said "Here is where we first met." I answered that this is where we sat for hours and really got to talk and to know each other. He then pulled out a tissue from his pocket and said that he had to blow his nose. I thought that was very strange since he didn't sound like he had a cold or anything. He then put the tissue away, and started back with what he was saying. He said, "This is where we first met, and this is where I learned that I could love you, and this is also where I want to ask you to marry me (as he pulls out the most beautiful ring I have ever seen!!)" I must confess that in that instant, I started to cry for joy, but I would not let myself. To be completely honest, for the first time in my life I, I was absolutely speechless. I stood there for a long time, just hugging him, smiling at him, and thinking that I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was so overwhelmed with joy. I felt like I was going to burst when I realized that I hadn't answered him. He didn't seem to mind, though. He was just grinning back at me, in the way I was at him. As if the continuation of existence for the entire world depended on my response, I suddenly blurted out,"YES!" I took the ring and started to put it on my own finger. I then handed it back to him and asked him to put it on me. He did. We stood there for a few moments embracing, when we noticed that there was a rather large family watching us. A few moments later, they approached. It was an old, Turkish woman, her daughter, and her relatives who were visiting her here from Austrailia. She asked if we were celebrating a special occasion. We told her that we had just gotten engaged. She smiled a very big smile, and told us that the children had witnessed the entire thing, had even seen the ring sparkling from where they were, and wanted to congratulate us. She told us that in Turkey there is an old saying that is given, sort of a blessing, on very special occasions. She then proceeded to give us this blessing. She said, "May you grow old together on the same pillow." We thanked her. They all congratulated us and wished us a happy engagement again, and then departed. It was so simple and so perfect. I had wondered how he would propose. I knew he would one day, yet he completely managed to surprise me. So, in the midst of a very busy weekend, I managed to get engaged and only be a few minutes late for the Homecoming game. Then last night was the Homecoming dance where we both chaperoned. We had lots of pictures taken of us. You can see a couple of them at the top of this page. So, in the midst of all the business, I received the thing that I have been dreaming of my entire life; to fall in love with and be loved by the man of my dreams. | | |
| Only one more day to go of school... I can't wait! I'm going to miss some of my students over the summer, but for the most part, I'm glad to see this school year end. This has been one of the hardest school years I've had. I love teaching, but between my surgery, the unusual stalker situation that I had, and just the usual school situations; it has been a very long school year. On the last day with students (Friday), one of my favorite students (practically my little sister) gave me the most beautiful card. She wanted to thank me for taking the time to make a difference in their lives and listening to them. It's in moments like this one that I am glad to be a teacher. Very rarely do teachers receive thanks from their students. On occasion, years later, a student may return to thank a teacher. It seldomly occurs that a student who is actually in the class can see how much time, energy, and compassion goes into working with them. I wonder if I ever remembered to thank my teachers? I always appreciated them and loved them, but did I ever tell them? I honestly don't know. My teachers have made such a difference in my life. My love for music, history, literature, drama, and learning in general was so enriched by them. I know they will never read my xanga, but just for the sake of doing it... To all my teachers: Thank you all so much for everything you've done for me. Your time, energy, compassion, expertise, and love for learning has made such a difference in my life. Your example has enriched me, and caused me to want to continue learning, growing, and to become a better person. If I was ever the cause of making your job harder or unpleasant in any way, please forgive me. | | |
| I love holidays. They are so wonderful. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. I've got so much to thank God for. I know that I am so incredibly blessed. I don't really have much to say. I guess I just wanted to once again, thank God for all of His blessings. He has been so good to me! I feel like I'm the most fortunate girl in the world just to have His love. He is so good, and He loves us so much. | | |
| I've been going through a pretty tough time lately. It's funny. I haven't actually noticed. I've been so busy, that everything just seems normal to me. When I stop and think about everything going on, I think to myself,"Wow, that's pretty stressful! You should be stressed out." I haven't been, though. I've had way too much to be happy, excited, or just interested in. God has almost given me what feels like a shock absorber for all of the stuff going on in my life. The stuff seems to hit this shield or filter and by the time it makes it to me, it doesn't seem so big. Even the situations that seemed extremely big, after spending time with friends talking and praying, or spending time in the Word, they have also managed to shrink significantly in size. On top of that, God keeps giving me little surprises; things I didn't expect. I realize that I should be worried (in my natural self), but my thoughts are preocuppied with the good things going on, so much so, that I rarely think about the bad. Sometimes I wonder if I should be more serious, and focus on the bad things, and wrestle with them. I almost feel guilty and wonder if the good things are a distraction from this battle I should be waging against all the bad. Then I remember, it's not really my battle. It's God's battle. There's nothing I can do about these things except pray and trust God with them. Isn't it funny how we know we're not supposed to worry, but when we don't, the enemy finds a way of making us feel guilty, as if we should be worrying, or at least battling with worrying? I know, I know, I think way too much. I guess I'll go and enjoy this beautiful day off. | | |
| In case no one has noticed, I tend to be rather obsessive about things. I think the old, Billy Joel song, "I Go to Extremes" sums me up pretty well. Either I love something, or I hate it. There's not a lot of middle ground with me. For example, my favorite band is Delirious. I have seen Delirious? in concert many times. I have driven from Baltimore, Maryland to Atlanta, GA to see them. I own every cd they've made, many of which I own both the England and U.S. release. I am an extremely loyal fan. They are my only favorite band. I'm not even tempted to have a second favorite. A big dream of mine is to see them play in 1. London's Shepherd's Bush Empire (Usually a big show for them), and 2. Littlehampton (their hometown).
As far as worship leaders/ song writers go, I adore both Matt Redman and Tim Hughes.(Of course, I'm excluding Martin Smith (Delirious?) from this, otherwise, he'd win, clearly!). Usually Matt Redman wins in a toss up, but I love them both. They have written so many wonderful songs. When I went to see Chris Tomlin and Matt Redman in concert, I only wanted to see Matt Redman. It's not that I don't like Chris Tomlin, but lets face it, he's quite a bit taller, not at all British, and certainly not Matt Redman. Matt's got a few years on Tim, so I can only imagine what Tim will do as he gets older. Matt's book, The Unquenchable Worshipper, has made such an impact in my life. One day, I'd like to go to England to a Soul Survivor Conference to hear both Matt and Tim where they got their start.
I'm sure nobody knows this (I am joking), but my favorite actor, singer, dancer, etc... is ANDY LAU. He does everything well. I own 37 of his movies and have just ordered 14 more. I own 4 of his concert DVD's, 4 of his MTV DVD's, and 8 of his CD's. I check his website every day, and if I could understand all of the Chinese, I'd join his fan club. I've not seen him in concert yet, but it's definitely on my "to do" list. I watch something with Andy Lau in it almost everyday. I even have pictures of him in my classroom at school. Though I listen to other things besides Delirious, Matt Redman, Tim Hughes, and Andy Lau, these are the things you are most likely to hear if you're riding in my car. Don't be surprised though if you should hear Elvis, Dean Martin, the Beatles, Chris Tomlin, Switchfoot, or even music from Korean drama etc...
Sports- I love the Yankees! I am just as obsessed with them. I've watch all of the games against Boston. My parents and I were even on the phone last night at 11:50pm talking about the game. I couldn't go to sleep until it was over. Today as soon as the Yankees had defeated Boston in the final game of the series, I immediately called my parents to celebrate with them. I've had the most wonderful weekend since the Yankees beat Boston in all five games. There are a couple of good things about Boston, though. Number 1- Johnnie Damon came from them. Number 2- They have a player named Coco Crisp. I mean, can it get any cooler than that? This love I inherited from my parents. I have been forced to watch the Gary Cooper movie, Pride of the Yankees so many times, how could I not be a fan? I took my parents to see them play the Nationals for Father's Day. Now they're requesting a family trip up to Yankee stadium to see "the house that Ruth built". I'm completely up for it!
I am equally obsessed with Duke basketball. I tend to not watch their games unless they are way ahead though. I think I may cause them to lose if I watch. I can't understand it. It just seems to happen that way. Even my parents will call me to remind me to not watch the game if it's going to be close.
In Hockey, it's the Hurricanes. Need I say more?!
My students learn my obsessions pretty quickly. I give extra credit on my quizzes and tests, and usually I'll give them one or two questions that have nothing to do with Spanish. These questions can be anything from "What was the score in the Duke Vs. Carolina game last night?" to "How many movies has Andy Lau made?" Occassionally if I think they've done poorly on the test I'll give them something to acquire many points such as, "Name the members of the Justice League", or "Name as many players for the Yankees as you can think of", etc... For the final exam, all the extra credit questions were about me, to see how well they pay attention. The extra credit was as follows:
1. What is my first name? 2. What town and state am I from? 3. Name one of the two products that come from my hometown. 4. What color are my eyes? 5.Who is my favorite actor/ singer? 6.What countries have I traveled to in the past? 7. What country do I still want to travel to? 8. What is my favorite baseball team? 9. What is my favorite college basketball team? 10. What is my favorite color?
So I guess if I have to give my biggest quirck, my obsessive streak is definitely it. I always tell my students from the first day of class "I tend to suffer from ADHD, and I'm just simply weird. You may think I'm strange, but a class period with me is seldomly boring!" | | |
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