One Day...I will make it to the Sundance Film Festival.
28 August 2011
24 August 2011
fall schedule
Last fall semester as a senior.
Monday:
:9am Spanish
:10-12 work/lunch
:12-1 Realism/Naturalism
:1-5 work
Tuesday:
:8:30 Spanish
:9:30-11 Shakespeare
:11-2 work/lunch
:2-3:15 Contemporary Literature
:3:30-5 nap or work
:5 dinner with Kaf, Bell, SarahS
Wednesday:
:9am Spanish
:10-12 work/lunch
:12-1 Realism/Naturalism
:1-5 work
:7 Bible study
Thursday:
:9:30-11 Shakespeare
:11-2 work/lunch
:2-3:15 Contemporary Literature
:3:30-5 nap or work
:5:30 Relay meeting
Friday:
:9am Spanish
:11 lunch
:12-1 Realism/Naturalism
:1-5 homework
Monday:
:9am Spanish
:10-12 work/lunch
:12-1 Realism/Naturalism
:1-5 work
Tuesday:
:8:30 Spanish
:9:30-11 Shakespeare
:11-2 work/lunch
:2-3:15 Contemporary Literature
:3:30-5 nap or work
:5 dinner with Kaf, Bell, SarahS
Wednesday:
:9am Spanish
:10-12 work/lunch
:12-1 Realism/Naturalism
:1-5 work
:7 Bible study
Thursday:
:9:30-11 Shakespeare
:11-2 work/lunch
:2-3:15 Contemporary Literature
:3:30-5 nap or work
:5:30 Relay meeting
Friday:
:9am Spanish
:11 lunch
:12-1 Realism/Naturalism
:1-5 homework
16 August 2011
15 August 2011
One Year
I've spent a lot of time in the past 72 hours thinking about my year. A lot of people do this in December somewhere between the extra wrapping paper and throwing out the Christmas tree (or avoiding such trees if you're Jewish or something besides mainstream, straight-up American).
My "new beginning" isn't quite the same as making resolutions or unpacking the heavy coats for the traditional New Year's Eve jam in downtown Atlanta or New York or Chicago or bigcitywherever, but more of a life lesson. It's hard to learn from something while you're in the middle of it.
If you don't believe me, ask me something about Calculus. I promise I understand it more now than I did three years ago during class.
My college years have been full of lessons - and tons of bee stings, scraped knees, paper cuts, and headaches - but the lessons are what stand out.
When someone tells you that your high school years are the best years of your life, don't believe them. Wait until you get to college - move out, try to make it on your own, pinch your own pennies, decide your own curfew away from home, take care of YOU.
I could go on for days about the crazy things God has done in the past four years - and the crazy things I'VE done, but I know for sure that the next year will be the same. God will wreck my world, make things insane, and drive me crazy, but I'll love Him more and more each day, grow closer, and somehow find more of myself.
This is my senior year of college. Bring it on. I'm ready.
My "new beginning" isn't quite the same as making resolutions or unpacking the heavy coats for the traditional New Year's Eve jam in downtown Atlanta or New York or Chicago or bigcitywherever, but more of a life lesson. It's hard to learn from something while you're in the middle of it.
If you don't believe me, ask me something about Calculus. I promise I understand it more now than I did three years ago during class.
My college years have been full of lessons - and tons of bee stings, scraped knees, paper cuts, and headaches - but the lessons are what stand out.
When someone tells you that your high school years are the best years of your life, don't believe them. Wait until you get to college - move out, try to make it on your own, pinch your own pennies, decide your own curfew away from home, take care of YOU.
I could go on for days about the crazy things God has done in the past four years - and the crazy things I'VE done, but I know for sure that the next year will be the same. God will wreck my world, make things insane, and drive me crazy, but I'll love Him more and more each day, grow closer, and somehow find more of myself.
This is my senior year of college. Bring it on. I'm ready.
13 August 2011
Summer as a waning moon
Alas, summer is almost over. The season may last for a few more weeks, but classes begin in a week. I'm not sure why the seasons haven't aligned themselves with the class schedule of a college student yet. It would make more sense that way, but asking for that big mountain to be moved may require a bit more than a mustard seed of faith.
Reminiscing over the last three months is wonderful and nostalgic as if it existed in years trampled deep below the dusty roads of today. The struggles of learning to cook and have self-control while trying to stuff summer full of adventures like filling the bed of a truck with watermelon seem so distant, yet just like yesterday.
I'm not quite ready for the cold. Autumn always makes me anxious. I know the bare trees and cold wind are coming soon enough. I'm not quite ready for jeans. My legs want to soak up more sunlight. They haven't quite gotten their fill with my 8-5 job this summer.
Oh summer. A breath of life. Full of growth. It's undeniable that we follow the cycles of the plants and trees around us. Grow, bend, sway, breathe in, breathe out, live.
Reminiscing over the last three months is wonderful and nostalgic as if it existed in years trampled deep below the dusty roads of today. The struggles of learning to cook and have self-control while trying to stuff summer full of adventures like filling the bed of a truck with watermelon seem so distant, yet just like yesterday.
I'm not quite ready for the cold. Autumn always makes me anxious. I know the bare trees and cold wind are coming soon enough. I'm not quite ready for jeans. My legs want to soak up more sunlight. They haven't quite gotten their fill with my 8-5 job this summer.
Oh summer. A breath of life. Full of growth. It's undeniable that we follow the cycles of the plants and trees around us. Grow, bend, sway, breathe in, breathe out, live.
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