College. One of the hardest times to feel settled. Once you get used to being at college, it's time for another break. Once you finally get used to being at home (or wherever you spend your breaks), it's time to go back to school.
Right now I am supposed to be Quacking (or packing for those of you who don't speak Quackerton). It's the last thing on my giant to-do list. Yes. That's right. I survived dead week and finals. I finished up all of my extracurriculars. I am done with my sophomore year of college. Well except for moving out of my dorm room. I've been working on packing--slowly I might add--for over a week. But now. Now it is crunch time. I have to be out of the dorm by Saturday. Technically, I should be moving out tomorrow morning (24-hours after my last final), but I am staying for graduation to see all of my senior friends grow up and leave me. So I have some extra time to move out. The hardest part of the packing is deciding what can and will fit in my tiny little car for the journey home. While Bruce (my car) thinks he is a big strong man, he is really quite small and can't hold that much. Then you throw in the fact that I have three and a half boxes of mason jars to return to people at home. Well simply put, I won't be taking much home this year. However, I do have to move everything from the college to my grandma's house to store for the summer. So far I have about 3 tubs, 2 bags, and several small boxes packed. So here's what I'm struggling to decide on whether it should go home or stay here:
- Textbooks (I would really like to burn them, but I can't sell them and make money that way.)
- Stuffed animals (While I would love to take all of them home with me, I have several more at home.)
- The Ducks (Do I really need them over the summer?)
- Miscellaneous junk (Is it necessary to haul it all home when I may not even use it over the summer?)
I'm in a quandary here. Either that or I am procrastinating again. Most likely the second one, but hey I'm an overachieving procrastinator. While I may wait till the last minute to complete everything, I still get it all done on time and very well. So here's to procrastination and my last night in a dorm room forever (I hope. Since I will be living in a campus house next year.). HUZZAH! Squeak, squeak squeakerton.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
With the End of One Thing...
"We spend our time desperately craving to get to the end of this adventure and move on to the next. Yet as the end actually draws near we want time to slow down because we forgot how: brave we were to make it through, much fun we had making fools of ourselves, blessed we are by the friendships we have built, long we spent working through this phase, and how many things we learned as we walked through this time period. So often we think we are just getting by when we could be thriving. So take your time and enjoy this moment because soon enough it will only be a memory embedded on your brain and entwined with your heart."
These are the words that came to me last night as I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep after a very full but fun weekend. Over the past four years, my life has shifted and rearranged many times. I have had so many people come into my life, but also many leave it. People constantly remind me of the phrase, "God places people in your life for either a reason, a season, or a lifetime." I have a hard time dealing with change. In the past, I have dealt with it in ways that I regret, but now...now things have changed (ironic huh?). I have learned to rely on God more than people and accept the fact that some people only get to be around for a little bit. Does that make it easier when people leave? Not really. But it does make the pain more understandable and it becomes easier to move on later.
So why am I going into the sad rant about people leaving and times changing? Because it's almost summer and every year things change with the summer. We leave school and head off to do our own thing over the break. Very few of us are close enough or have time to see our school friends, and if we do it's only for a short time normally. We go home or somewhere else. We spread our wings and learn how to fly or we go back to our nest and sleep the break away. We grow and change over the summers. You are never the same person you were in May when you come back to school in August. And then there are the seniors. The seniors are about to exit college life for the real world, and leave the rest of us behind.
This year I have grown exceptionally close to several seniors that will be graduating on Saturday. I am proud and happy that they are done and will be exiting college. Yet I am also sad. Sad because I didn't get to know them sooner. Sad because I didn't spend more time with them. Sad because I don't have more time to spend with them. Sad because, in many ways, I wish I was graduating with them. I know that their graduation doesn't mean our friendship has to end, but it does mean it's going to make it a lot more difficult to keep in touch. They will all go different directions, and I will be here--stuck in the land of prolonged adolescence. They will be starting new lives while I continue on with the same one.
In the end, our lives will all be memories flashing into the present from the past. So the question is, do you want your memories to be of you spending your days watching TV by yourself or you enjoying the time you have with the people God has placed in your life? Remember, a memory is just a moment of time etched into your soul forever. So make them worth it.
These are the words that came to me last night as I was laying in bed trying to fall asleep after a very full but fun weekend. Over the past four years, my life has shifted and rearranged many times. I have had so many people come into my life, but also many leave it. People constantly remind me of the phrase, "God places people in your life for either a reason, a season, or a lifetime." I have a hard time dealing with change. In the past, I have dealt with it in ways that I regret, but now...now things have changed (ironic huh?). I have learned to rely on God more than people and accept the fact that some people only get to be around for a little bit. Does that make it easier when people leave? Not really. But it does make the pain more understandable and it becomes easier to move on later.
So why am I going into the sad rant about people leaving and times changing? Because it's almost summer and every year things change with the summer. We leave school and head off to do our own thing over the break. Very few of us are close enough or have time to see our school friends, and if we do it's only for a short time normally. We go home or somewhere else. We spread our wings and learn how to fly or we go back to our nest and sleep the break away. We grow and change over the summers. You are never the same person you were in May when you come back to school in August. And then there are the seniors. The seniors are about to exit college life for the real world, and leave the rest of us behind.
This year I have grown exceptionally close to several seniors that will be graduating on Saturday. I am proud and happy that they are done and will be exiting college. Yet I am also sad. Sad because I didn't get to know them sooner. Sad because I didn't spend more time with them. Sad because I don't have more time to spend with them. Sad because, in many ways, I wish I was graduating with them. I know that their graduation doesn't mean our friendship has to end, but it does mean it's going to make it a lot more difficult to keep in touch. They will all go different directions, and I will be here--stuck in the land of prolonged adolescence. They will be starting new lives while I continue on with the same one.
In the end, our lives will all be memories flashing into the present from the past. So the question is, do you want your memories to be of you spending your days watching TV by yourself or you enjoying the time you have with the people God has placed in your life? Remember, a memory is just a moment of time etched into your soul forever. So make them worth it.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
What Day Is It?
Banquet night...the time where you start partying early and end late...wait no, start early and end early...no start late end late...NO, wait, I got it...start late and end early.
In all actuality, this night of the semester is one of the best ever. Maybe I just say that because I am part of the committee that plans it, but I really do love the experience of it. It's a chance to get all dolled-up and get escorted to a fancy meal. But the party doesn't stop there. After an evening meal and stroll beneath the stars, you get a late night skate session (This semester was ice. Last semester was roller.) Finally when the sliding and falling comes to an end, the mass crowds head to one of the nearby IHOP's for some 24-hour establishment breakfast food at two in the morning. Only after the food has been gobbled and the exhaustion has set in, do you hop in the car to head back to campus. By the time you reach the dorms, everyone in the car is either asleep or part of the walking dead.
So why do we turn ourselves into zombies just a few nights before finals begin? Because it's the one night without curfew, and to the heck with it, who needs sleep anyway. We're out having fun and literally so sleep deprived that we start to act drunk. It's the time of night when the giggles reign and fears dissipate. It's the last social hooray before we buckle down for the stress of finals and say goodbye to our friends until the studying is done. But really I do it for something more. I do it for the high I get from seeing something I have helped plan all come together and turn out beautifully.
You see for me banquet doesn't just happen one night and then is done. For me, it starts days, weeks, and even months in advance. Why? You may ask. Because it takes time to put together an event like that, and I am one of the trusted (or tortured) few that gets to help with all of that work. In the months prior to banquet, the social life committee starts to establish a theme and plan out exactly what the night will look like before the evening is even a sparkle in someone else's eye. As the time draws nearer, we start buying decorations, booking facilities, designing invitations, and hiring caterers. Just a few weeks out and we all start clocking hours by selling tickets, ironing out last minute details, and gathering all of the needed supplies into one place. Finally, we get down to the wire. The night before, the day of, and just moments before banquet begins we spend hours upon hours decorating, setting up tables and chairs, and all those other things that no one ever thinks of until the last minute. Then as we walk in just a little while before the guests do, we can finally release that sigh of relief we have been holding in for days. It's here. We can enjoy. Everyone has fun.
We sit back and relax other than a few announcements here and there during the actual event. We go skating. We gorge ourselves at IHOP. Then the next morning, we return to survey the damage and start the clean up. So you see, banquet isn't just about dressing up, eating out, skating, and staying up late for us. It's also about seeing the fruition of all our hard work come about. So take a moment today and thank your local social life director, Carrie Roberts, before she graduates on Saturday.
In all actuality, this night of the semester is one of the best ever. Maybe I just say that because I am part of the committee that plans it, but I really do love the experience of it. It's a chance to get all dolled-up and get escorted to a fancy meal. But the party doesn't stop there. After an evening meal and stroll beneath the stars, you get a late night skate session (This semester was ice. Last semester was roller.) Finally when the sliding and falling comes to an end, the mass crowds head to one of the nearby IHOP's for some 24-hour establishment breakfast food at two in the morning. Only after the food has been gobbled and the exhaustion has set in, do you hop in the car to head back to campus. By the time you reach the dorms, everyone in the car is either asleep or part of the walking dead.
So why do we turn ourselves into zombies just a few nights before finals begin? Because it's the one night without curfew, and to the heck with it, who needs sleep anyway. We're out having fun and literally so sleep deprived that we start to act drunk. It's the time of night when the giggles reign and fears dissipate. It's the last social hooray before we buckle down for the stress of finals and say goodbye to our friends until the studying is done. But really I do it for something more. I do it for the high I get from seeing something I have helped plan all come together and turn out beautifully.
You see for me banquet doesn't just happen one night and then is done. For me, it starts days, weeks, and even months in advance. Why? You may ask. Because it takes time to put together an event like that, and I am one of the trusted (or tortured) few that gets to help with all of that work. In the months prior to banquet, the social life committee starts to establish a theme and plan out exactly what the night will look like before the evening is even a sparkle in someone else's eye. As the time draws nearer, we start buying decorations, booking facilities, designing invitations, and hiring caterers. Just a few weeks out and we all start clocking hours by selling tickets, ironing out last minute details, and gathering all of the needed supplies into one place. Finally, we get down to the wire. The night before, the day of, and just moments before banquet begins we spend hours upon hours decorating, setting up tables and chairs, and all those other things that no one ever thinks of until the last minute. Then as we walk in just a little while before the guests do, we can finally release that sigh of relief we have been holding in for days. It's here. We can enjoy. Everyone has fun.
We sit back and relax other than a few announcements here and there during the actual event. We go skating. We gorge ourselves at IHOP. Then the next morning, we return to survey the damage and start the clean up. So you see, banquet isn't just about dressing up, eating out, skating, and staying up late for us. It's also about seeing the fruition of all our hard work come about. So take a moment today and thank your local social life director, Carrie Roberts, before she graduates on Saturday.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Moments of no Motivation
Procrastination. One word that most every college student knows well. Well that is, except me. HA. I know the ins and outs of procrastination like I know the lines from my favorite movie, and right now I am suffering from the crazy bug of end-of-the-semester flu. I only have one more day of normal classes before finals and all of my normal assignments and tests are completed. In fact, I even finished one of my final projects last night, but that was a fluke. Tonight, I had planned on working on another one of my semester projects: a classroom discipline plan. I had 4 hours of work study and no TV shows to watch. I could funnel the motivation I had last night into tonight and be able to cross that assignment off of my giant to-do list. Well, as you can see, I have gotten no where on this paper. Instead, I have read blog posts, constantly checked Facebook, and continually run upstairs to annoy my co-worker. It is now less than 30 minutes until I get off work and I am finally considering working on my paper. I know I should because I don't know when else I will work on it. Tomorrow I have classes and then Spring Manifest (our creative writing group's presentation night). Saturday I will be so focused on getting ready for banquet (since I have to help with all the set up as well) that there is no way any homework will get completed. Sunday I will probably sleep a good portion of the day as banquet night means very little sleep. Also on Sunday I have events for tennis and social life committee to attend. Then Monday I have a final project due at 4:45 pm that I haven't even started yet. (Thankfully it should be an easy one). So if I don't get this paper done tonight, well I will definitely be utilizing my procrastination skills by Monday night since the paper is due on Tuesday. Well, I'm not exactly sure what the point of this post was other than the fact that it gave me another reason to procrastinate. So I sign off with these words: never decide that dead week is a good week to cut caffeine out of your diet. Trust me, it's a BAD idea.
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