applying knowledge.

so, it has recently been brought to my attention, that there might be slight irony in the fact that: i speak multiple languages, but i don't actually...you know, speak proportionally to the amount of words i probably have in my head.

that's a valid point.
nothing to argue there.
i just thought it was funny; it's true. you'd think i'd speak up a bit more, considering all of the little words partying up in my brain...
it's not that i don't have a lot to say. i do have a lot to say. no but like holy cow, sometimes i just have so. much. to say. 
i'm just very selective about the thoughts i actually voice.
i'm working on it.
really.

but okay.
something exciting happened.

so we all know i speak french.
i also speak spanish.
also i've taken a couple of years of asl.

i think, if you were to have asked me, say, 10 hours ago, i would have been like: yeah the likelihood that i'll ever put those 2 years of asl to use is about -4 out of 10.

but then today, life was like: lololol. surprise, kailey.

{a quick tangent about freaking life and its surprises: have you ever noticed how, life will give you exactly what you think you don't want/aren't prepared for/didn't see coming... and then you'll learn to deal with it, and life will be like, lol, k, here comes the next surprise ! life is such a brat. yo, calm down on the sass, dude.}

so anyway. we have a new deaf lady in our ward.
[she's so so super nice.]
and so i saw her in the hallway at church today, and introduced myself (with what minimal asl knowledge i have retained over the year it's been since i've practiced.)
then. she was like hey, wanna help me out and try and interpret for me during relief society ?

*gulp*
um...like, okay how do you feel about a whole. lot. of finger spelling ?
because that happened. a whole freakin lot of finger spelling.
omg you guys. it was such a train wreck. i mean, i definitely got the main points across... but.

1. yes, there was a lot of finger spelling. a lot. and you know, that was made particularly difficult by the fact that my hands were shaking with the vigor of a "10 on the richter scale" earthquake.
2. like did i even learn anything during those two years ? wait, what's the sign for woman again ? but hey, thanks byu. definitely remembered the sign for scriptures. and book of mormon. and prophet. #gocougs
3. did you know: apparently there's a bit of confusion in my head somewhere. my brain is all like : oh ! foreign language. asl....french....close enough. there were all kinds of wacky translations jumping around in my head. oh la la. 
4. so now i'm thinking about auditing some asl classes this summer...yay for school...
5. definitely forgot i was interpreting for someone, closed my eyes, folded my arms, and neglected to interpret the first half of the prayer. #shame. (don't worry; we figured it out real quick.)
6. thank goodness for sharie, who was my interpreting buddy, we roughed it out together. emphasis on the rough.  

so. 
i think, maybe the moral of the story here, is that actually, some of the things you learn in school will eventually come in handy, and you probably won't see it coming, and you probably will wish you had paid better attention in class.

~or~

(maybe the actual moral here is that you're capable of getting through tricky situations decently enough regardless of how many classes you skip, and how much actual knowledge you are lacking because of it...i like that moral better...)

i felt so useful though...like hi, good thing my life goal is basically to overload on the language classes. shout out to all the kids who've ever thought i was a freak for doing that.
(no, but it's okay, i am kind of a freak. #embracingit)

okay.
so. i hope you all get an unexpected opportunity soon to help someone even though you feel 100% completely inadequate and unprepared.
it's kind of fun. (it's also kind of terrifying, and you might not realize you were capable of sweating and shaking that much. ew.)

also if you'd all pray for the finals i have to take this week....i'd love that. thanks.
stay cute mes amis.
<3

(also, update with the allergic reaction craziness: we still aren't quite sure what i'm allergic to... but i can breathe again. the hives are mostly gone...and i have a cute little epipen that i get to bring everywhere with me now, just in case, you know, i stop breathing again.)
(but honestly, with my intense fear of needles...i'd probably end up dying. like: k, stab myself with the epipen and breathe...or avoid the needle and possibly die....no, please...not the needle......*dead*) (i'm like 99% sure i wouldn't be able to stab myself and i'd just let myself die. but hey, hopefully it never comes to that.)

(here, i've added this photo, so in case it ever does come to that, you'll all have been briefed and will be capable of stabbing me. you might save my life. thanks.)

k.
loveyoubyeforrealthistime.
<3