By Blake Dykes
By Blake Dykes
By Blake Dykes
There’s something so relaxing knowing that I’ll be doing the same exact thing at the same exact time everyday. Repetition, bland, monotonous? No. Order, planned.
There aren’t many people that could walk the same path that I do. After all, who wants to know what they will be doing a week from now at 3 p.m.? I do. But that’s me, I’m a planner, I’m a perfectionist… but the question is, am I insane?
The world I live in is different than most. I often envy the girl walking her dog down the street, happily skipping, hair bouncing, her fingers so delicately caressing the pink leash, not a care in the world. Her jaw drops and head is thrown back in a fit of laughter as she almost trips over her loosely tied converse. I wish I were those untied strings, loosened, freely doing what I wish, going with the flow. But I can’t do that. I am a prisoner of my own mind.
There’s something so unsettling about a t-shirt hanging out of a drawer, about a paper torn unevenly out of a notebook, about my pencils not lining up perfectly on my desk.
I’m crazy in it’s simplest form. Others laugh methodically, thinking that I control my own actions. No, sadly, they are so misinformed. Little do they know that if one piece of paper is hanging off my nightstand I’ll stare at it for an hour, before finally caving to the impulses inside my head. I’ll somehow get up and carefully align it in the correct way. If only they knew the hours I spent scrubbing down the entire kitchen, four times in a row, because four is my number. Four is my agonizingly painful number.
“Why do you brush your teeth four times in a row? Why do you get in bed, pull the covers over you, then get out of bed, only to repeat it four times? Why do you open and close the fridge four times?” Because four. That’s why.
People say every act that we take is free will. But I don’t feel free. Who wants to flip a light switch on and off 444 times before they go to bed?
See, I fight the urges to carry through with a certain ritual, but I can’t. I have an undying need to fulfill certain tasks, or else that’s all that will run through my tormented brain the entire day. I try to sleep, escape from these tasks gnawing at me, eating me alive, but I can’t escape them. I won’t sleep. I’ll think. I’ll fight the urge. Then, I’ll cave.
You see I’m plagued with a continuation of scenarios that won’t quit running through my mind. It’s like I’m running a race that doesn’t have an end. I stay up late at night, puzzling through these scenarios, only to piece them together again.
I don’t have the luxury of doing what I want. No. I’m not the type to just “skip the gym and go eat.” No, I’m the type to spend four hours at the gym only to come home and eat the same exact dinner that I have had for the past eight months in a row. “Don’t you get sick of chicken and potatoes?” There is something so comforting about eating the same exact meals everyday.
I’ve heard that relaxing is nice, watching TV is entertaining, taking a bubble bath is soothing. I wouldn’t know. It’s not because I’m packed with work and school, no, because I’d rather have work and school than thoughts alone with myself. I wouldn’t know because I am suffocating under my own made up list of things I must complete before going to bed.
You know I’ve gotten better. I used to write out my exact day, the day before. Wake up at 6:55, gym at 2:48, shower at 6:05, dinner at 6:30… No but I’ve gotten better.
There’s something so reassuring in being so organized… until you realize you aren’t gifted with organizational skills but instead are cursed with an anxiety disorder known as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
By Blake Dykes.
By Blake Dykes
A little over a week ago health aide Earlene King was recognized for all of her hard work and dedication to FC when she was named Educational Support Employee of the Year for New Albany-Floyd County Schools.
Each school nominated a support employee for the honor. King said principal Janie Whaley told her of her nomination.
“Mrs. Whaley came over one day and said, ‘Earlene you have been nominated for the person of FC.’ I was thrilled to just get that.”
Upon being nominated King was entered into a district wide competition held at the Education Services Building on Grantline Road.
“There was a very lovely buffet dinner prepared by the culinary department from Prosser. It was really special,” King said.
After the dinner the ceremony begun.
“There were 20 total nominated in the district from every school, even transportation. We were all listed in alphabetical order and were all presented a certificate. We had to shake hands with the (school) board members, and they called our names with pictures of us on the screen”
It was after all the nominees were read off that they called King’s name as the official Educational Support Employee of the Year.
“I felt very honored to receive that award, but I also felt very humble, because all of the other employees could have deserved the award.”
King’s job includes taking care of students concerns and physical needs.
“I have had CPR and First Aid training to just handing out band aids. I take care of daily diabetics, make phone calls to parents, give medicine as needed with doctor orders. My job is just any physical concerns the students have when they come in here.”
After 19 years of work with the NA-FC school district, King plans to retire next year. King shared some advice for the employee who will take her spot.
“I’m very organized and detailed. A person needs to come in here with organizational skills. They need to like people.”
King expressed how grateful she is for having worked at FC for so long.
“When you think of how many teachers have received awards and honors it really is a great school. Just being with students is such as joy. I think the team work in the office, working with the staff and teachers, we all work so well together. You don’t mind waking up and going to work.”
Lastly, King shared some of her philosophy to being a successful worker.
“Be helpful, kind, friendly to every person who enters the health office, whether it’s parents, teachers or students.”