Quack.
Quack.
Quack.
It's raining.
It's pouring.
I'm not snoring... Cause I'm studying.
Sorry I'm a little out of it.
I got a fish. Named her LCB after my college president. I'm gonna get another one and name it after her husband, Warren.
Brilliant.
It's been raining for two days. Boo.
8.31.2006
8.28.2006
GRR!
So, I worked on this long post in which I posted pictures and summaries of all my textbooks for this semester but my formatting did NOT come out correctly, so I gave up.
Anyways, this semester, I'm taking:
Public Speaking
Beginning Spanish
Political Campaign Communication
History of Germany from 1870 to Present
History of Women in the Western World, 1700 to Present
So, that sounds pretty good!
I think I'm going to have the opportunity to write some interesting papers. For instance?
"Women's Political History in North Carolina since 1960."
Doesn't that sound fun??
I'm excited!
Anyways, this semester, I'm taking:
Public Speaking
Beginning Spanish
Political Campaign Communication
History of Germany from 1870 to Present
History of Women in the Western World, 1700 to Present
So, that sounds pretty good!
I think I'm going to have the opportunity to write some interesting papers. For instance?
"Women's Political History in North Carolina since 1960."
Doesn't that sound fun??
I'm excited!
8.27.2006
Oh, Mercy...
Hi.
I doubt anyone's still reading this, I've been so terrible at keeping updated! Things have been a little stressful at Casa de Sassy these days. The new students are moved in, the old students have returned, classes have started, and things are slowly but surely getting into full swing.
There's a lot going on in my life. I have SGA, being an RA, classes, those pesky personal relationships, and I can't pin down much, but I can say one thing for sure: this isn't going to be an easy semester.
God has plans for me. It's not clear to me right now what they are, but He is stretching me, pushing me, asking something of me. Quite frankly, it's making me want to stomp my foot and pout. I have so far to go in my personal relationship with God, and I have so much work to do, and He keeps prodding me along, sometimes gently, sometimes with big smacks upside the head. It's more than a little stressful, more than a little frightening. I find myself wondering where to go, what to do, even who I am. I question what I choose to devote my energies to, wondering if it's what God wants or more selfishly, what I want.
I wish that I could sit here and say "Oh, I love Jesus and God and it's so easy and wonderful!" But I can't. Because it's not. I'm filled with doubt, I'm filled with longing, I'm filled with questions, and worst of all, I'm filled with fear.
Fear of silence.
Fear of questions.
Fear of not knowing.
Fear of knowing.
Fear of failing God.
Mercy.
I doubt anyone's still reading this, I've been so terrible at keeping updated! Things have been a little stressful at Casa de Sassy these days. The new students are moved in, the old students have returned, classes have started, and things are slowly but surely getting into full swing.
There's a lot going on in my life. I have SGA, being an RA, classes, those pesky personal relationships, and I can't pin down much, but I can say one thing for sure: this isn't going to be an easy semester.
God has plans for me. It's not clear to me right now what they are, but He is stretching me, pushing me, asking something of me. Quite frankly, it's making me want to stomp my foot and pout. I have so far to go in my personal relationship with God, and I have so much work to do, and He keeps prodding me along, sometimes gently, sometimes with big smacks upside the head. It's more than a little stressful, more than a little frightening. I find myself wondering where to go, what to do, even who I am. I question what I choose to devote my energies to, wondering if it's what God wants or more selfishly, what I want.
I wish that I could sit here and say "Oh, I love Jesus and God and it's so easy and wonderful!" But I can't. Because it's not. I'm filled with doubt, I'm filled with longing, I'm filled with questions, and worst of all, I'm filled with fear.
Fear of silence.
Fear of questions.
Fear of not knowing.
Fear of knowing.
Fear of failing God.
Mercy.
8.26.2006
so tired
no time for a real post.
instead, a moment of reflection on my southern-ness.
"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born, it's an idea and a state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, beer, and country music. It's being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, red velvet cake, Coca-Cola,... and each other. We don't become Southern, we're born that way."
love.
instead, a moment of reflection on my southern-ness.
"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born, it's an idea and a state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, beer, and country music. It's being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, red velvet cake, Coca-Cola,... and each other. We don't become Southern, we're born that way."
love.
8.18.2006
8.11.2006
Holy training, batman!
Oh, jeeze.
Okay, first off:
To those whose blogs I read, blogger's been completely MEAN to me and hasn't let me post comments. Haley, Mary P, Rebecca... I wanted to post multiple times, no dice, so here it is:
Mary P. is clever and rocks, as always.
Haley: Sleep talk was hilarious, seven days isn't that long but I know the excitement! Moving DOES suck, my back is feeling much better, and I am totally settled in and hard at work on my Resident Assistant stuff. Also, the poem to Jackie? Tres adorable. I am not sure of the origin of the growl, but I hope all is well.
Rebecca: I understand lacking things of which to post. Also, Grey's Anatomy rocks. Are you talking about the episode where the sexual assault survivor bites his penis off?
Angela: Um... You rock in general. Just, you know. Always.
Anyone else: You're cool like lemonade. (That's very cool.)
So, training is going well. A lot to do - I've made posters, done bulletin boards, organized and crafted to my little heart's content. We're going out of town this weekend, so, sadly, no updates until Sunday night.
I love you all! I might just post pictures of my room/hall, if anyone gives a crap.
Mwah!
Okay, first off:
To those whose blogs I read, blogger's been completely MEAN to me and hasn't let me post comments. Haley, Mary P, Rebecca... I wanted to post multiple times, no dice, so here it is:
Mary P. is clever and rocks, as always.
Haley: Sleep talk was hilarious, seven days isn't that long but I know the excitement! Moving DOES suck, my back is feeling much better, and I am totally settled in and hard at work on my Resident Assistant stuff. Also, the poem to Jackie? Tres adorable. I am not sure of the origin of the growl, but I hope all is well.
Rebecca: I understand lacking things of which to post. Also, Grey's Anatomy rocks. Are you talking about the episode where the sexual assault survivor bites his penis off?
Angela: Um... You rock in general. Just, you know. Always.
Anyone else: You're cool like lemonade. (That's very cool.)
So, training is going well. A lot to do - I've made posters, done bulletin boards, organized and crafted to my little heart's content. We're going out of town this weekend, so, sadly, no updates until Sunday night.
I love you all! I might just post pictures of my room/hall, if anyone gives a crap.
Mwah!
8.08.2006
Oh, Good Grief.
I'm back at school.
Moving is AWFUL, let me tell you. I mean, TERRIBLE.
I'm sooooo tired of being a transient. It doesn't help that I lug about 200 books with me everywhere I go, therefore opening me up to mockery from those around me and major back pain. (When I say everywhere I go, I mean, everytime I move.) My room in the good ol' dorm is fabulous. God bless being an RA and having a big double room as a single. It's pretty sweet, I tell you. However, I can say that the local library's book sale is coming in a couple of months and I have no idea where I'll get the 100+ books I'll buy there. Hmm.
I start RA training on Wednesday. It hasn't started yet and I'm already exhausted.
Help!
I miss all my bloggy friends when I'm not posting a lot. I do check up on you, I swear.
Soon? A list of all the school supplies I'm excited about. Can you bear the excitement?
Moving is AWFUL, let me tell you. I mean, TERRIBLE.
I'm sooooo tired of being a transient. It doesn't help that I lug about 200 books with me everywhere I go, therefore opening me up to mockery from those around me and major back pain. (When I say everywhere I go, I mean, everytime I move.) My room in the good ol' dorm is fabulous. God bless being an RA and having a big double room as a single. It's pretty sweet, I tell you. However, I can say that the local library's book sale is coming in a couple of months and I have no idea where I'll get the 100+ books I'll buy there. Hmm.
I start RA training on Wednesday. It hasn't started yet and I'm already exhausted.
Help!
I miss all my bloggy friends when I'm not posting a lot. I do check up on you, I swear.
Soon? A list of all the school supplies I'm excited about. Can you bear the excitement?
8.02.2006
8.01.2006
Sweet Summertime
Well, let's see...
Karen, over at the Naked Ovary, got her referal - SWEET.
I'm hanging out at home, doing a lot of nothing - SWEET.
I move back to school in less than a week - SWEET.
All my commenters have disapeared! (not so sweet.)
Where are you guys??
Karen, over at the Naked Ovary, got her referal - SWEET.
I'm hanging out at home, doing a lot of nothing - SWEET.
I move back to school in less than a week - SWEET.
All my commenters have disapeared! (not so sweet.)
Where are you guys??
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