well school is about to begin again. It has been a short but eventful summer and I am pleased with how it went, mostly.
I am a chapel intern this year so I am prepping for that this week, then classes begin next week.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Summer in the City
Wow, where to begin. I've not posted anything since the beginning of May, and here it is, nearly July.
Well, I guess I should start with my internship. In May I'd been hunting for and applying for internships, and only one of them panned out. It's at American Friends Service Committee and I'm working with young people about the DREAM Act, which is federal legislation that allows for students or military personnel who were not born here to gain legal permanent resident status. It's been waiting 10 years and probably won't pass, unfortunately for these kids. Anyway, the job is 10 hours a week and interesting. I have been networking a lot in the Latino community and I am really looking forward to my first meeting with the youth.
I moved from college to a relative's house. I'm staying here until tomorrow and then I am going home for the 4th, and then moving to a friend-of-a-friend's house. I have had a lot of fun living here with 2 little kids and a puppy, plus this house is in a great location for the city. Looking forward to the new place, though, because the woman does all kinds of interesting things, and I hope she will become a mentor of sorts to me.
I have done a lot of interesting things since I moved here. June 9th or so I went to my first Open Mic night to see a college friend play her guitar and sing.
June 11th I volunteered at the State Historical Building, and at the end of the day, they offered me an internship! I was really surprised but it turns out they really need me there. They're not terribly organized... and I'm an organizer! :)
June 12th I had my first Pride experience. The gay pride parade went through downtown and it was quite an experience. Bigger than Homecoming, and they even passed out bottles of pop during it! Crazy. After the parade I went to watch the entertainment on the stage, which was definitely something different from my previous experiences. The drag queens were really over-the-top. My favorite was "Lady Gaga"- she had one of my college's alums as one of her backup dancers. I got rained on but I didn't care, it was really fun to be in an excited crowd. Afterward it was hard to get "Born This Way" out of my head- they played it several times.
At some point in June, I met up with a friend of a friend who is traveling abroad now. We had ice cream at Maggie Moo's and had a looooong talk about our experiences being "different" (disabled but I don't consider myself disabled). It was fun to hang out with someone I'd heard a lot about and whose blogs I'd read faithfully. This guy is now traveling through Asia and absolutely geeking out about it.
A couple Tuesdays ago I went to Music in the Park with my relatives. The kids didn't want to listen to the band, so I played with the little girl, while their dad played with the boy. It was fun to teeter-totter with the girl and chase her all around. She's a pretty smart cookie and she thinks everything is funny, and it's great to hear both the kids giggle. :)
I brought a bike with me to the city, hoping to ride it around. I discovered a beautiful trail and I rode for a long ways on it as the sun was starting to set. The bike, being a piece of junk, was just not a good bike to ride. So I went to a bike shop to see what they could do about it, and they told me it wasn't really worth fixing, and sent me down to the Bike Collective. I donated my bike to the Collective and then bought another. She's a beaut and I have taken her out a couple of times- one trip was over 12 miles, round trip. Discovering the city by bike trail is an adventure and I am quite enjoying it. It's good exercise, and I have also been doing some light yoga to stretch myself out after the rides.
After buying the bike I went to the Art Festival in town. Bought myself a $6 smoothie and went around looking at all the art, listening to the music, and watching a documentary called Train to Nowhere, which is about the 11 immigrants found dead in a railcar in Denison, IA. It's a complicated story and terribly tragic. We have GOT to fix our immigration system so people aren't dying to get here.
At another time, I went to a pro-immigration, anti-ICE rally at City Hall. After the rally they had the Zoning Board meeting, which was why the rally was there in the first place. ICE wanted a permit to have a detention center in the city, in an area that was in the revisioning plan. After at least 3 hours of debating, questions, etc, the Board voted against the ICE center, which was what the ralliers wanted. I am concerned that ICE will build outside the city and then there will be NO ONE to oversee what is going on.
Just this Sunday I went to a TEDx event in the city. It was at the State Historical Building (where I work). TED is awesome and this event was great. There were many inspirational talks and some cool technology. They are planning to have more TED events here because they think that 1 event a year is not enough.
While I have been here there have been some absolutely beautiful days. I have sat out on the back deck and done work in the shade. It's pleasant, with a cool breeze and a tall glass of water. There have also been crazy thunderstorms, but I have been blessed to not have any flooding in the basement (which is where I sleep).
There have been some rough times, but nothing that couldn't be handled. I am having a grand time in the city and I am glad I have the chance to be here. If I hadn't gotten this internship I would probably just be lazy at home, which would be nice, but it's better to have a job than not, especially since I am saving up to go to Argentina in the spring of 2012.
This post has been plenty long enough now, so I'll end it with a thought- Exiting the comfort zone can be exciting.
Well, I guess I should start with my internship. In May I'd been hunting for and applying for internships, and only one of them panned out. It's at American Friends Service Committee and I'm working with young people about the DREAM Act, which is federal legislation that allows for students or military personnel who were not born here to gain legal permanent resident status. It's been waiting 10 years and probably won't pass, unfortunately for these kids. Anyway, the job is 10 hours a week and interesting. I have been networking a lot in the Latino community and I am really looking forward to my first meeting with the youth.
I moved from college to a relative's house. I'm staying here until tomorrow and then I am going home for the 4th, and then moving to a friend-of-a-friend's house. I have had a lot of fun living here with 2 little kids and a puppy, plus this house is in a great location for the city. Looking forward to the new place, though, because the woman does all kinds of interesting things, and I hope she will become a mentor of sorts to me.
I have done a lot of interesting things since I moved here. June 9th or so I went to my first Open Mic night to see a college friend play her guitar and sing.
June 11th I volunteered at the State Historical Building, and at the end of the day, they offered me an internship! I was really surprised but it turns out they really need me there. They're not terribly organized... and I'm an organizer! :)
June 12th I had my first Pride experience. The gay pride parade went through downtown and it was quite an experience. Bigger than Homecoming, and they even passed out bottles of pop during it! Crazy. After the parade I went to watch the entertainment on the stage, which was definitely something different from my previous experiences. The drag queens were really over-the-top. My favorite was "Lady Gaga"- she had one of my college's alums as one of her backup dancers. I got rained on but I didn't care, it was really fun to be in an excited crowd. Afterward it was hard to get "Born This Way" out of my head- they played it several times.
At some point in June, I met up with a friend of a friend who is traveling abroad now. We had ice cream at Maggie Moo's and had a looooong talk about our experiences being "different" (disabled but I don't consider myself disabled). It was fun to hang out with someone I'd heard a lot about and whose blogs I'd read faithfully. This guy is now traveling through Asia and absolutely geeking out about it.
A couple Tuesdays ago I went to Music in the Park with my relatives. The kids didn't want to listen to the band, so I played with the little girl, while their dad played with the boy. It was fun to teeter-totter with the girl and chase her all around. She's a pretty smart cookie and she thinks everything is funny, and it's great to hear both the kids giggle. :)
I brought a bike with me to the city, hoping to ride it around. I discovered a beautiful trail and I rode for a long ways on it as the sun was starting to set. The bike, being a piece of junk, was just not a good bike to ride. So I went to a bike shop to see what they could do about it, and they told me it wasn't really worth fixing, and sent me down to the Bike Collective. I donated my bike to the Collective and then bought another. She's a beaut and I have taken her out a couple of times- one trip was over 12 miles, round trip. Discovering the city by bike trail is an adventure and I am quite enjoying it. It's good exercise, and I have also been doing some light yoga to stretch myself out after the rides.
After buying the bike I went to the Art Festival in town. Bought myself a $6 smoothie and went around looking at all the art, listening to the music, and watching a documentary called Train to Nowhere, which is about the 11 immigrants found dead in a railcar in Denison, IA. It's a complicated story and terribly tragic. We have GOT to fix our immigration system so people aren't dying to get here.
At another time, I went to a pro-immigration, anti-ICE rally at City Hall. After the rally they had the Zoning Board meeting, which was why the rally was there in the first place. ICE wanted a permit to have a detention center in the city, in an area that was in the revisioning plan. After at least 3 hours of debating, questions, etc, the Board voted against the ICE center, which was what the ralliers wanted. I am concerned that ICE will build outside the city and then there will be NO ONE to oversee what is going on.
Just this Sunday I went to a TEDx event in the city. It was at the State Historical Building (where I work). TED is awesome and this event was great. There were many inspirational talks and some cool technology. They are planning to have more TED events here because they think that 1 event a year is not enough.
While I have been here there have been some absolutely beautiful days. I have sat out on the back deck and done work in the shade. It's pleasant, with a cool breeze and a tall glass of water. There have also been crazy thunderstorms, but I have been blessed to not have any flooding in the basement (which is where I sleep).
There have been some rough times, but nothing that couldn't be handled. I am having a grand time in the city and I am glad I have the chance to be here. If I hadn't gotten this internship I would probably just be lazy at home, which would be nice, but it's better to have a job than not, especially since I am saving up to go to Argentina in the spring of 2012.
This post has been plenty long enough now, so I'll end it with a thought- Exiting the comfort zone can be exciting.
Monday, May 9, 2011
May Term
It seems that the two May Terms I have had are truly life-changing. Last year's made me interested in immigration, while this year's is making me interested in HIV/AIDs.
I really appreciate that my college has this opportunity to go in depth into a subject. It has an impact that is greater than it might be spread out over a semester.
I really appreciate that my college has this opportunity to go in depth into a subject. It has an impact that is greater than it might be spread out over a semester.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Procrastination...
It's been almost three weeks since we left it, and I'm missing Mississippi and the people and the work. I am wondering about the house; how far along is it? Is the family getting more excited?
Do they know the impact they've had on us? There is one person in particular who showed me that there are good people in the world, and that those good people can care for me, not knowing my story or anything really, other than that I am a person, too. This person cared when everyone else pushed me away or didn't need me. Small wonder that I miss this person.
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Some days I feel like conversation becomes about nothing. The weather; the classes we are in; our homework. So often we talk about the mundane that we forget to question and search, and try to find the sublime. There is so much more to explore. Are we so small-minded that we don't strive to speak of something more than nothing? The plain parts of our lives are significant, somehow, but I want to hear the secrets of the heart. I want to share in pain, laughter, and those moments of quiet longing for Heaven. I want to be vulnerable and I want others to be vulnerable. I find myself wishing for Mississippi because there was conversation that was about more than the weather, more than the classes and homework. It was meaningful. It was real. And it showed me what's been missing in my life.
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just some thoughts.
Do they know the impact they've had on us? There is one person in particular who showed me that there are good people in the world, and that those good people can care for me, not knowing my story or anything really, other than that I am a person, too. This person cared when everyone else pushed me away or didn't need me. Small wonder that I miss this person.
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Some days I feel like conversation becomes about nothing. The weather; the classes we are in; our homework. So often we talk about the mundane that we forget to question and search, and try to find the sublime. There is so much more to explore. Are we so small-minded that we don't strive to speak of something more than nothing? The plain parts of our lives are significant, somehow, but I want to hear the secrets of the heart. I want to share in pain, laughter, and those moments of quiet longing for Heaven. I want to be vulnerable and I want others to be vulnerable. I find myself wishing for Mississippi because there was conversation that was about more than the weather, more than the classes and homework. It was meaningful. It was real. And it showed me what's been missing in my life.
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just some thoughts.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Spring Break travelogue
I went on the spring break trip to Mississippi to work with the George County Habitat for Humanity affiliate. I chose this trip for multiple reasons: I love working on Habitat houses, I like spring in the south, and it just seemed like the best thing to do with my spring break. Our group of 11 had a blast!
We got up early on Saturday morning to drive south to the Memphis area, where we stayed at Getwell Road United Methodist Church. While we were in Memphis, we visited Graceland and signed the wall around the grounds. We also ate at Ted Neely’s Interstate BBQ, which was our first taste of the southern staple. At Getwell we slept in their youth group room and their movie room, and then got up on Sunday morning for their 8:30 service. It was a somewhat contemporary service but quiet and relaxing. The men’s group served us breakfast and told us more about Getwell’s emphasis on service to the community. According to them, the church goes out on every fifth Saturday and serves for about 4 hours in the community and they also have several mission trips to Africa. They said that the focus on service helped make them one of the fastest-growing churches in the state.
After the service, we drove even more, stopping in Jackson, MS to eat lunch and visit the state capitol building. The New Capitol was closed, but the Old Capitol Museum was open, and so we got to learn a little more about Mississippi’s history and culture through the history of the Capitol building. There were interactive exhibits and it was free, so I recommend if you are ever passing through Jackson to stop and see it.
After checking out the Old Capitol, we continued on to Lucedale, MS, which is in George County. We were to stay at Grace United Methodist Church, but we got lost finding it. We turned around and found it eventually, and they had supper ready for us. We met the other group that we were to spend the week with, who were from New Hampshire, and after supper, some of us visited with the youth group from GUMC about evolution and various other controversial topics. It was a fascinating discussion and I think it helped bond us with the others on the trip.
Monday morning we got up from our mattresses on the floor. We were out the door at 7:30 to find our first Habitat site. The house framing was done, but we had to do the insulation and finish putting plywood on the roof. I spent much of the day up on the roof, which I really enjoyed. There were pleasant cool breezes and getting to pound nails is a great stress-reliever. For lunch, one of the Habitat group took us out to Pizza Hut. This generosity was repeated throughout the week; we did not have to pay for any of our meals while we were on the site or having supper at GUMC. It was humbling to be served in such a tangible way. That night we had homemade food from the hostesses at GUMC, and after supper the groups played Mafia together.
Tuesday we were back at the first site, and much of the day was spent finishing the insulation and putting drywall up. Outside, people were working on the siding and soffit work. The rooms in the house began to look more defined, and we finished about half the house’s drywall by the end of the day. We felt like we got a lot done because the house was changing so quickly. That evening some of us kicked back and watched The Social Network while others had good conversations and enjoyed the outdoors.
Wednesday was the pivotal day for us. We started working on the second site, which we worked on for the rest of the week with the future homeowners. At 8 a.m., all that was there were the cement slab and the walls in piles around it. By lunchtime, we had raised all of the walls except for one, and then in the afternoon we finished the walls and began putting on the roof trusses. By the time we were finished for the day, about five trusses were up and secured. It was an amazing feeling to look at the bones of the house and be able to say, “We built this; when we got here this morning, there was just a cement slab, and now there’s this.”
On Wednesday and Thursday, workers from the local Lowe’s came to help us with the house. Lowe’s had donated $30,000 for the house and the local newspapers and radio stations covered the wall-raising. There were about 35 people on the site and we were all working hard in the heat to get the house going. To see the house framing complete by the end of the day Thursday was a testament to the power of teamwork and sharing the load. No one person could have done it, but with the large group we were able to get it done.
Wednesday night I took part in a conversation about happiness and success. The discussion revolved around a quote from “Man’s Search for Meaning,” by Viktor Frankl which essentially said that happiness and success cannot be pursued but rather must ensue. Some people spoke of their belief that happiness requires an active component, while others said that happiness can be a passive thing. It was an interesting conversation.
Thursday night we got done with working early. The New Hampshire group headed off to visit New Orleans and see the St. Patrick’s Day parades, while we Iowans went to Dauphin Island, AL, to the beach. We got to the beach as the sun was setting and the moon was rising, and it was beautiful. The air was warm and the water was cool, and along the shore there were multitudes of shells to collect. The sea breezes swirled around us, fresh salt air invigorating the senses. The only thing that marred the beauty was the harsh orange light coming from the oil rigs out in the water.
We left the beach to find a place to eat supper and ended up eating at Street’s Island Grill. All 11 of us crowded around a round table, elbow to elbow, enjoying the seafood. I ordered a crab cake burger, and it was delicious. I couldn’t finish the fries that came with and so I shared them with everyone else. Dining together in such close quarters was comfortable and made us feel like a family. After eating, we drove back to GUMC under the bright moonlight and went to bed.
Friday was our last day in Mississippi and we were all feeling sorry that we had to leave. The relationships we had formed with the others we worked with were valuable. One of the contractors on the site, Wendell, told us his life story. When he was a teenager, he became hooked on drugs and also dealt drugs. He overdosed once or twice and saw three people shot. He was living the high life in terms of making money, but as a man, he was about as low as someone could go. Then, he met a woman who helped him get to know God and introduced him to his wife. Wendell’s life was changed, and now he is a pastor and spends his life serving others. The power of God and the power of love shone through Wendell all week, and it was a real honor to get to work with him.
At lunch, the family whose home we were working on thanked us for pouring our blood, sweat, and tears into their home. They were so grateful, and I felt blessed that I could give them my time and energy. It was an emotional lunch, because there were so many people saying thank-yous, and the Habitat group even gave us medals inscribed with “Our Hero 2011 GCHFH”. (GCHFH is George County Habitat for Humanity.) I had tears in my eyes, and I know that other people did too.
After lunch we worked on the house for the final time, and completed putting plywood on half the roof. Wendell invited us over to his youth pastor’s house to shoot guns. He had high-powered rifles, handguns, and shotguns. We shot skeet, too. At last we had to leave for supper at GUMC, and we said goodbye to the people we’d been working with all week. Hugs and handshakes were exchanged and tears flowed. They told us to come back soon and that we were always welcome.
Supper was a catfish fry, and after supper we Iowans packed up to leave. We said our goodbyes to the New Hampshire group, and set off to drive straight through back to Simpson. In the van, we discussed our experiences and talked about coming back next year. Driving back was not particularly memorable, but it was good to come back and have a day to relax before classes began again. I miss Mississippi already, but I know we will be able to go back someday.
If you have never been on a break trip or have never worked with Habitat, I urge you to try it. As one of the people on the trip said, “Habitat- grab a hammer, change a life- but whose?” Come into it with an open mind and you’ll find out that this world can be changed with your helping hands.
We got up early on Saturday morning to drive south to the Memphis area, where we stayed at Getwell Road United Methodist Church. While we were in Memphis, we visited Graceland and signed the wall around the grounds. We also ate at Ted Neely’s Interstate BBQ, which was our first taste of the southern staple. At Getwell we slept in their youth group room and their movie room, and then got up on Sunday morning for their 8:30 service. It was a somewhat contemporary service but quiet and relaxing. The men’s group served us breakfast and told us more about Getwell’s emphasis on service to the community. According to them, the church goes out on every fifth Saturday and serves for about 4 hours in the community and they also have several mission trips to Africa. They said that the focus on service helped make them one of the fastest-growing churches in the state.
After the service, we drove even more, stopping in Jackson, MS to eat lunch and visit the state capitol building. The New Capitol was closed, but the Old Capitol Museum was open, and so we got to learn a little more about Mississippi’s history and culture through the history of the Capitol building. There were interactive exhibits and it was free, so I recommend if you are ever passing through Jackson to stop and see it.
After checking out the Old Capitol, we continued on to Lucedale, MS, which is in George County. We were to stay at Grace United Methodist Church, but we got lost finding it. We turned around and found it eventually, and they had supper ready for us. We met the other group that we were to spend the week with, who were from New Hampshire, and after supper, some of us visited with the youth group from GUMC about evolution and various other controversial topics. It was a fascinating discussion and I think it helped bond us with the others on the trip.
Monday morning we got up from our mattresses on the floor. We were out the door at 7:30 to find our first Habitat site. The house framing was done, but we had to do the insulation and finish putting plywood on the roof. I spent much of the day up on the roof, which I really enjoyed. There were pleasant cool breezes and getting to pound nails is a great stress-reliever. For lunch, one of the Habitat group took us out to Pizza Hut. This generosity was repeated throughout the week; we did not have to pay for any of our meals while we were on the site or having supper at GUMC. It was humbling to be served in such a tangible way. That night we had homemade food from the hostesses at GUMC, and after supper the groups played Mafia together.
Tuesday we were back at the first site, and much of the day was spent finishing the insulation and putting drywall up. Outside, people were working on the siding and soffit work. The rooms in the house began to look more defined, and we finished about half the house’s drywall by the end of the day. We felt like we got a lot done because the house was changing so quickly. That evening some of us kicked back and watched The Social Network while others had good conversations and enjoyed the outdoors.
Wednesday was the pivotal day for us. We started working on the second site, which we worked on for the rest of the week with the future homeowners. At 8 a.m., all that was there were the cement slab and the walls in piles around it. By lunchtime, we had raised all of the walls except for one, and then in the afternoon we finished the walls and began putting on the roof trusses. By the time we were finished for the day, about five trusses were up and secured. It was an amazing feeling to look at the bones of the house and be able to say, “We built this; when we got here this morning, there was just a cement slab, and now there’s this.”
On Wednesday and Thursday, workers from the local Lowe’s came to help us with the house. Lowe’s had donated $30,000 for the house and the local newspapers and radio stations covered the wall-raising. There were about 35 people on the site and we were all working hard in the heat to get the house going. To see the house framing complete by the end of the day Thursday was a testament to the power of teamwork and sharing the load. No one person could have done it, but with the large group we were able to get it done.
Wednesday night I took part in a conversation about happiness and success. The discussion revolved around a quote from “Man’s Search for Meaning,” by Viktor Frankl which essentially said that happiness and success cannot be pursued but rather must ensue. Some people spoke of their belief that happiness requires an active component, while others said that happiness can be a passive thing. It was an interesting conversation.
Thursday night we got done with working early. The New Hampshire group headed off to visit New Orleans and see the St. Patrick’s Day parades, while we Iowans went to Dauphin Island, AL, to the beach. We got to the beach as the sun was setting and the moon was rising, and it was beautiful. The air was warm and the water was cool, and along the shore there were multitudes of shells to collect. The sea breezes swirled around us, fresh salt air invigorating the senses. The only thing that marred the beauty was the harsh orange light coming from the oil rigs out in the water.
We left the beach to find a place to eat supper and ended up eating at Street’s Island Grill. All 11 of us crowded around a round table, elbow to elbow, enjoying the seafood. I ordered a crab cake burger, and it was delicious. I couldn’t finish the fries that came with and so I shared them with everyone else. Dining together in such close quarters was comfortable and made us feel like a family. After eating, we drove back to GUMC under the bright moonlight and went to bed.
Friday was our last day in Mississippi and we were all feeling sorry that we had to leave. The relationships we had formed with the others we worked with were valuable. One of the contractors on the site, Wendell, told us his life story. When he was a teenager, he became hooked on drugs and also dealt drugs. He overdosed once or twice and saw three people shot. He was living the high life in terms of making money, but as a man, he was about as low as someone could go. Then, he met a woman who helped him get to know God and introduced him to his wife. Wendell’s life was changed, and now he is a pastor and spends his life serving others. The power of God and the power of love shone through Wendell all week, and it was a real honor to get to work with him.
At lunch, the family whose home we were working on thanked us for pouring our blood, sweat, and tears into their home. They were so grateful, and I felt blessed that I could give them my time and energy. It was an emotional lunch, because there were so many people saying thank-yous, and the Habitat group even gave us medals inscribed with “Our Hero 2011 GCHFH”. (GCHFH is George County Habitat for Humanity.) I had tears in my eyes, and I know that other people did too.
After lunch we worked on the house for the final time, and completed putting plywood on half the roof. Wendell invited us over to his youth pastor’s house to shoot guns. He had high-powered rifles, handguns, and shotguns. We shot skeet, too. At last we had to leave for supper at GUMC, and we said goodbye to the people we’d been working with all week. Hugs and handshakes were exchanged and tears flowed. They told us to come back soon and that we were always welcome.
Supper was a catfish fry, and after supper we Iowans packed up to leave. We said our goodbyes to the New Hampshire group, and set off to drive straight through back to Simpson. In the van, we discussed our experiences and talked about coming back next year. Driving back was not particularly memorable, but it was good to come back and have a day to relax before classes began again. I miss Mississippi already, but I know we will be able to go back someday.
If you have never been on a break trip or have never worked with Habitat, I urge you to try it. As one of the people on the trip said, “Habitat- grab a hammer, change a life- but whose?” Come into it with an open mind and you’ll find out that this world can be changed with your helping hands.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Odds n ends
Well, not that anybody reads this blog, but I thought I'd update that I broke up with my boyfriend a week ago today. It was time, the relationship has always been poorly.
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I've been spending time with the girls this weekend- we are going to go to a movie tonight.
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I got a job on campus for the fall semester; it is a job at the chapel.
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That's all for now.
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I've been spending time with the girls this weekend- we are going to go to a movie tonight.
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I got a job on campus for the fall semester; it is a job at the chapel.
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That's all for now.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
It's snowing again
I hate winter, with the cold snaps and the snow that stings my eyes and face when I'm walking to class. The way the cold makes my fingers turn white and hurt. The chilliness of the weather and the gray skies and the way my mood is dampened and the constant sleepiness and winter blahs just make me hate the season.
I want spring to be here, spring like we had a week ago when everything melted and I could walk to class in short sleeves. But it is snowing again, and I'm alone in my room, listening to Tom Petty sing about the great wide open, and it's like being smacked in the heart with spring fever. If only the sun were shining, and the sky were that magical color of blue that comes in the spring, and the temperature were just right for the love of life to come surging through the veins...
Green grass poking up by the sidewalks, and little crocuses lifting their heads, and that scent in the air of growth and new life- THAT is what I want. Spring!
This is a plant I had last year but it died because I can't seem to keep plants or pets alive...
I want spring to be here, spring like we had a week ago when everything melted and I could walk to class in short sleeves. But it is snowing again, and I'm alone in my room, listening to Tom Petty sing about the great wide open, and it's like being smacked in the heart with spring fever. If only the sun were shining, and the sky were that magical color of blue that comes in the spring, and the temperature were just right for the love of life to come surging through the veins...
Green grass poking up by the sidewalks, and little crocuses lifting their heads, and that scent in the air of growth and new life- THAT is what I want. Spring!
This is a plant I had last year but it died because I can't seem to keep plants or pets alive...
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