“Do not wear in Church”; the new warning label Hairspray should have

 

There is a reason on the bottle of a hairspray bottle it says to keep away from heat.

“The smell was horrific.” Anna Finger said after explaining her scarring experience of her hair catching on fire.

“I was 13 years old the second time it happened, and I was sitting in church at the Easter Vigil.”

Describing the atmosphere of the church, she pointed out the presence of calm flames lit around the room.

“It turns out that hairspray is flammable,” Finger says with a slight chuckle. “I had curled my hair that day, and I bent over and I felt heat.”

Her hair was on fire.

Finger quickly pats the fire out and continues on with the service. This however, was neither the first time, nor the last time for Finger to experience her hair catching on fire.

Of course, her family has told her this story, as I unlike many others do not remember a story in detail from the age of three.

What harm could something so beautiful and shiny do, especially as it fits so well in a layer of frosting. These are most likely the innocent thoughts that go through a young toddler when looking at a cake, not knowing the danger of a small, little, flame.  Maybe a little more simpler and smaller words, but fire is fire and from a distance, looks comforting and harmless.

At the age of three, she was at a family birthday party with her sister, and parents. However, her parents were in a different room and someone else was watching her.  All of the exciting things a party offers to the eyes of an innocent three year-old, little Anna bends over to take a look at the small bright flame standing on the edge of a nicely colored stick made completely of wax.

However, after two times of experiencing the strong stench of a small bit of her hair catching on fire, Stop drop and roll is too much work in the eye’s of Finger.

Shrugging her shoulders, Finger motions to a quick pat in her hair showing her quick reflexes.

Not remembering any other details, Finger describes her last experience, which happened 6 years ago at the age of 15.

Her Blond hair, nicely mixed with natural highlights do not show any scar however of any type of damage. Though fire spread quickly, Finger has the quick reflexes and isn’t afraid to pat it down and continue on with whatever  her mind is focused on.

Third and final time involves church. She was serving in her church holding a candle and was about to enter the church. “They tell us to keep our hair pulled back, now I understand why.”

“I was in church, I was serving and I was carrying the candle into church and I bowed,” Finger said again, chuckling a little more to herself.

Her first reaction was to quickly pat the fire out without a thought, but her first thought was, “I hope no one saw.”

Though the damage was small, and caused no harm three times in a row, the moral of this story is, Toddlers and birthday candles, don’t mix, and neither does hairspray and church.

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A Final Thank you

As I walk down the Mitchell Center Hallways, I feel kind of sad. Excited for new adventures but sad for the ones that will soon become memories. Never again, will these halls be the same as they are now. And this Exit sign, makes it even more real.

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UNK has been a blessing. Not just the institution, but the people in it. Particularly one department. That department is called the communication department by other professors and students who are not associated with it.

But I, a graduating senior, calls this department The department of “I promise we are learning”.

When many people walk by and they hear laughter and teasing with the professor, they always say “your department is so fun”.

It was more than that however, though not all days were great and some, I just wanted to go home and never come back; there is not a sour taste in my mouth after saying I graduated from the University of Nebraska at Kearney Journalism department.

Because not many people can say they have a selfie of them and a professor and a chocolate chip muffin.

We may not compare to other schools on the size and equipment and resources that are provided, but where the teachers and students are concerned, they are the reason I look forward to class and learning, because learning would not be fun if you didn’t have fun people to learn with.

Thank you UNK Communication Department. I hope we can make you proud.

Send help. This won’t be pretty

 

Here I am four days before I graduate and I have literally made 5 separate decisions on what I am going to do after my lease out of the blue decided to end two months before it was supposed to. My plan was solid, until the earth shook and the waves came crashing in.

Monday: I was going to further my education

Tuesday: I was going to apply for a summer job in New Mexico

Wed: I was going to stay in Kearney

Thursday: I was going to move to Fort Collins

And as of the past three days, I have stayed pretty solid on my decision to move to the North-west coast.

Until a bucket of reality came out of nowhere and left me on the ground gasping for air.

SO I love to hike. I love whales. I love Road trips. To sum it up I love existing where nothing is man made and where most of the air I breathe is not toxic. It is where my mind is renewed and my spirit is lifted.  And this is all in one place, that is a dream come true.

Except, everyone seems to want this these days and the cost of living is proof of this.

So. Long story short. If I go through with this, It won’t be pretty but I’m sure it will be worth it, the ups, the downs and all.

I prayed that the doors that I am not supposed to walk through would close and the right ones would open. And so far, this one has stayed open. It is taking that first step of not knowing how far the fall is and still trusting that I will be okay.

 

 

The meaning behind my rocking chair

So I have this white rocking chair.

It is truly my favorite chair, because you see, my mom and I were driving by a vacant house one afternoon two years ago and there was a large dumpster sitting in it’s drive way. We stopped and took a peak into the dumpster and there we found this beautiful white, wooden rocking chair.

So to answer your question, we did indeed jump into the dumpster.

This chair however is more than a chair to me, it is a memory and beside it being comfortable, it reminded me of a sermon our pastor talked about.

He discussed the importance of finding a special place. a place of prayer, and eventually when you find that place, it will become a sacred place. He showed us his prayer chair. This then brought to my attention that I want my white chair to be my prayer chair but much too often it is full of heaps of clothes on this chair and I can never sit in it.

I think that we all lose the importance of the simple things in life such as being able to sit down in a chair and relax and we fill it with clutter.

We fill our life with unneeded clutter and junk and miss out on the things that are most important and in return call it laziness.

So I cleaned off my chair and now the heap is elsewhere on the floor.

We all get there when we get there.

Hairspray in church; A bad combo

Church is a place to worship, a place to pray and a place to keep your hair pulled up in a ponytail.

“The smell was horrific.” Anna Finger said.

“I was 13 years old the second time it happened, and I was sitting in church at the Easter Vigil.”

Describing the atmosphere of the church, she pointed out the presence of calm flames lit around the room.

“It turns out that hairspray is flammable,” Finger says with a slight chuckle. “I had curled my hair that day, and I bent over and I felt heat.”

 

Her hair was on fire.

 

Finger quickly pats the fire out and continues on with the service. This however, was neither the first time, nor the last time for Finger to experience her hair catching on fire.

 

Of course, her family has told her this story, as I unlike many others do not remember a story in detail from the age of three.

 

At the age of three, she was at a family birthday party with her sister, and parents. However, her parents were in a different room and someone else was watching her.  All of the exciting things a party offers to the innocent eyes of a three  year-old, little Anna bends over to take a look at the small bright flame standing on the edge of a nicely colored stick made completely of wax.

What harm could something so beautiful and shiny do, especially as it fits so well in a layer of frosting. These are most likely the innocent thoughts that go through a young toddler when looking at a cake, not knowing the danger of a small, little, flame.  Maybe a little more simpler and smaller words, but fire is fire and from a distance, looks comforting and harmless

 

Not remembering any other details, Finger describes her last experience, which happened 6 years ago at the age of 15.

 

Her Blond hair, nicely mixed with natural highlights do not show any scar however of any type of damage. Though fire spread quickly, Finger has the quick reflexes and isn’t afraid to pat it down and continue on with whatever she her mind is focused on.

 

Third and final time involves church. She was serving in her church holding a candle. “They tell us to keep our hair pulled back, now I understand why.”

 

“I was in church, I was serving and I was carrying the candle into church and I bowed,” Finger said again, chuckling a little more to herself.

 

Her first reaction was to quickly pat the fire out without a thought, but her first thought was, “I hope no one saw.”

 

Though the damage was small, and caused no harm three times in a row, the moral of this story is, Toddlers and birthday candles, don’t mix, and neither does hairspray and church.

 

 

A walk on a glacier: life after college

“Where you see the bright cones, do not walk. They are crevices and you could fall through the ice,” said the tour guide.

To 9 year old me, walking on the ice glaciers in Canada was a great adventure I never wanted to end, and the thought of falling through a crack of ice into the great big no where kind of freaked me out a bit.

So here I am two weeks before graduation and I feel like I am back on the glacier except no orange cones are warning me of where to walk. So cautiously I take my first step and continue to walk forward, taking the first sign of safety or in this case an unknown road onto another glacier.

But like a glacier, it is cold, but it is pure water, glistening in the sunlight, and it is absolutely stunning and I should be thankful to walk on this glacier because not every one has the chance to walk on a glacier as beautiful as this one.

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Pulitzer Prize winners: Violence covered in two different forms

The difference between the two is A & B, you get the same emotional impact but in one you get it faster than the other. Both Events happened on our home turf, and I think we have lost sight, that violence is happening here too. We are just better at hiding it.

A.   Winner-an essay type

The shooting in the church in Charleston this past year shocked many as well as Infuriated. I myself was not pleased to see yet another shooting in America, especially after one of them was at my high school. However, this article on this horrifying event was one that shocked me but also was interested to continue reading.

Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah according to the article, wrote it with the intension of covering the victims and their families. However, instead, she decided to go an alternative route and cover the shooter instead. after reading this article, I still finished it confused as to how or why someone could do something so horrible, but having someone focus on it in so much detail, I think would be extremely difficult to do. It is a story, and journalism is telling all sides of the story, not just one.

I thought she did a very good job on researching the story and asking the right questions to get the type of information she was aiming for.

B.   Winner -a Photo type

This photograph was graphic. It was truth. And it was exceptionally well done. As a photographer myself,  just thinking about the critical aspects of this photo, It capture the attention right away, but as soon as you realized what was happening in the photo, terror strikes and the first question that will come up in your brain is…”Is this real?”

This photo was taken by Ryan Kelley in Charlottesville, VA at the protest where a car drove through a crowd of people. 

It has been a while since I have seen a photo this graphic and horrible that It felt wrong to be seeing it.

 

6 things to live by when traveling the world

1. Do Not Wear Leggings

The first thing to know as a lady traveling across all borders, is, wearing leggings as pants is just an American trend. It is not a trend in other countries nor is it understood. Of course they wear them to the gym, but that is it. Women dress for success and not for those around them but for them selves. There is a stigma with American women, and wearing leggings as pants, does not help with this stigma.  European women have truly mastered walking on cobble stone in 5 inch high heels with pure confidence.

2. Speak English

Most people speak the basics of English. So speak English. I know I catch myself sometimes speaking in slang and my good friend from Japan will have to slow me down and ask what I am actually saying. But don’t let language barriers stop you from getting to know other people of different cultures. I met a nice couple form Norway on the plane and we still stay in touch every once in a while, and it is very rewarding.

3. Research scams in area

When I went to Italy, there were a lot of people who would come up to you and try to get you to buy their bracelets. This never happened to me because I did the research, but, a friend got sucked into the trap. They got close enough that a man put the bracelet on her wrist and wouldn’t take it off until she paid them money. There are many many other scams, so be sure to look it up in the area you attend.

4. Do Not Be A TOURIST

This is probably the most frustrating point for me. After living in Ireland during the off season, I got to experience Ireland for what it truly was. We were able to connect with the people in the places we were because we tried to find out about their culture, and if you just ask, they will without a doubt share it with you.  A wood Carver in Sligo, incorporates his knowledge of Irish history and mythology into his carvings and asking him about it was probably the best decision.  We went Deep sea fishing, and the fisherman guide brewed his own Irish beer and had some for us to drink. There is a trip to experience a stereotype of a country or there is an open minded way to travel with lowered expectations and truly soak in the sunshine on the other side of the world.

5. You can lie

When ever you have someone ask you for your Passport, unless you are in an airport, or you were expecting to show your passport, do not share it. Just as if someone asks you where you are from, unless you have been talking with this person for a while and have established some sort of trust with them or common ground, do not give up the valuable information of being from America. We were told to say we were from Canada and to keep walking, especially on the street.

6. Be Confident

Confidence is literally Key. If you get one thing from this post, please let it be this point. I was walking in plane day light with a friend shoulder to shoulder, right beside me, around 6 p.m., in a nice part of town. A man grabbed my arm, pulled it back, I yanked it back looked at him while saying “what the *&%^$#” and continued to the restaurant to order pizza. But I will not forget the look on his face. I had a friend tell me once. “If I was stuck down town at night by myself in  a town I didn’t know, I don’t think I could do it.”

I looked her in the eyes and I said, “You would have to do it, and you would have to do it with confidence. ” Being a woman is not all shiny , and men can smell fear and they can tell when you feel inferior to them and that is not a time that you want to feel that way. in the case of a scary situation. DO NOT PANIC. and remember who you are and be confident.

Beauty out of Nothing

I am sitting in the library working on homework eating chocolate. I do this on a daily basis, but this time, something new and exciting happened. I look over my lap top and the crumpled up shiny pieces of what I considered trash, was neatly sitting on the table, in a crane like shape.

My really good friend from Japan, sitting next to me pulls out her ruler and begins to make paper cranes as though she was folding clothes.

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“I get to my room and I have paper laying all over my dresser, but it doesn’t seem like trash to me, because I have folded it all nicely.”

The way she sees wrappers as having another life reminded me of someone else. Even when we feel as though all hope is lost, and that we tell ourselves that maybe we aren’t good enough to pursue a dream, God shows us a different purpose for our lives. He takes the wrinkles and makes them uniquely beautiful. He takes a chocolate wrapper and turns it into an origami crane that you never want to throw away.

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