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Hello friends, here is a little introduction into the wonderful life of Ms. Abby Jones.
I am currently a graduate student
at Pacific University in the Master of Arts in Teaching (MAT) 5th Year program,
of the Early Childhood and Elementary Education cohort. I was born in Portland,
Oregon and grew up in Forest Grove, Oregon with my parents, Rick and Lynn, and
my older brother, Jared. I graduated from Oregon State University (OSU) in December of 2007, with a B.S. in
Human Development and Family Sciences.
In between the time I graduated from OSU and began the MAT program I worked at Oregon Coffee Roaster in North
Plains. I loved working there for two reasons: my awesome coworkers and the unlimited
coffee I was allowed to drink! Since starting the program I have had to shift myself from coworkers
and paychecks to classmates and tuition bills, but my addiction for coffee will last forever.
When I am not participating in the
world I call “my school life”, which seems rare, I enjoy reading, quilting,
camping, singing, cooking, arts ’n crafts, and hanging out with my family and
friends. I love where my life is heading and I’m excited for the adventures
that lay ahead.
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Where I'm From
I am from purple walls
covered with
pictures, memories,
family and friends.
I am from Dad’s old
piano notes bouncing through the halls,
Mom’s chocolate chip
cookie dough,
and tasty barbeque
dinners celebrated on all nights of the year.
I am from the bright
flowers that fill our yard,
an old enchanting cedar
tree that is my secret fort,
and the fall leaves
that make the perfect house.
I am from “no gulping
at the table”,
“brush your teeth”,
And “everybody hits
everybody scores - yeeeehaawww!”
I am from “Googliatti”
Manicotti,
infamous bean dip &
fondue,
and “pick up a Papa
Murphy’s pizza on the way home.”
I am from Yucca Flats
camping on hot summer days,
long trips to Lobster
Cove,
and sporting events
that lasted forever.
I am from the many
musicals that have filled my life,
bruises on my knees
from one too many dives,
and baseballs still
sitting on the tee from a missed swing.
I am from “never quit
dreaming”,
“seriously, oh really”,
and any line out of a
movie that could stump my brother.
I am from Howard and
Thelma Jones,
Bill and Shirley Pratt,
and the constant love
from my parents.
I am from purple walls
covered with
pictures, memories,
family and friends.
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