Just when I think I've got it all right. . . Why does it take a smack in the face? Daily I am reminded of my imperfections and daily I am reminded of how thoroughly they are covered by the grace of God.
I applied to be a CG in my dorm for next year. A CG (Community Guide) is pretty much a glorified RA. The application process has required five days of interviews and one night of role playing. Ah! I do have more sin in my body than I thought (You see, I came to college and thought that because my parents weren't there to call me out that there was nothing left to be called out on. Silly me!). You might be amazed (or not) at how susceptible I am to jealousy. Sometimes I think it will eat me alive and then all of the sudden I know in my mind that I have no right. I have no right at all to look at someone and think of how much I want to be in their place and have what they have and be liked by the people that they are liked by. Not only do I want it, but I think I deserve it.

"He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins."
-Colossians 1:13-14

Why do I fight that like my life depends on it? Why???

It was my impression that homesickness was a result of being in a new place after having left a permanent home in which one has lived the most recent majority of ones life. Not so! Yesterday I experienced my first bout of homesickness since going to college. . . a bit of a shock really. As the day wore my outlook cleared up and was quite reversed when I recieved a healthy (or more than healthy) dose of snow in the face from my friend, Jackson.
It's kind of crazy that the weather was around 60's when I came back after Christmas and three days later we have 3 inches of snow. Yay!! And the snowboarder punks are beginning to rise to the surface. I had no idea there were so many here!
This semester is going to be so much better than the last.

Thanksgiving was wonderful (mostly), but now it is time for finals. I can't wait until it's time to go home for Christmas.

This picture comes from a lovely day spent at my uncle's house.

Thanksgiving is coming!
This is me greatly anticipating it.
Unfortunately, I will not br providing the deep meaning that Thanksgiving holds for me (I should probably consider what meaning that might be). I'm primarily looking forward to seeing my family, and, secondly, having a "break" from the work that consumes my life while I'm at school.
I'm registered for classes for next semester and and excited about the prospects of what the spring semester might hold. I'm looking forward to a fresh start with school in January. I am also looking forward to a very large break in between now and then. Horray for Christmas time!!!

Have a quote:

A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.

-Herm Albright

Da puppies. I think George must have not wanted to sit down that day because he has no picture to go along with these.

Puppy 1: Lucy, giving her "i'll do anything for you" face.


Puppy 2: Winston, giving his "don't you have better things to do, ya freak?" face.

Home sweet home. This is where I live. Above is my dorm, the LLC (Living Learning Center). At the top of the stairs there you will end up in more court yard . That court yard has grass. Maybe later I will take more pictures to give you a better idea of what the whole thing looks like. This dorm is somewhat isolated from campus compared to the rest of the dorms. My side of the room.
The whole room, sort of. To the right of this picture is the bathroom. I am in a suite and so there are two other girls who share the bathroom with me and my roommate. To the left is a large, built in double wardrobe for clothes.

My mother once told me that I owned an aweful lot of shoes. I wonder what my roommate's mother would say?

As good as she is a being sweet to me, I can't help mistrusting that sweetness. She did, in fact, smoke in our suite's bathroom within the first several weeks of school. Maybe that has something to do with it. . . who knows. Don't worry, sweet little me does not always keep my mouth shut. She knows what I think. . . very well. Sam isn't around much. Therefore, not many people in Watauga College, of which she is a part, seem to know who she is.
I still don't understand why drinking and pot smoking are such prominent pastimes in college. I guess I'll never know. Apparently it is really fun while you are doing it ( even if you do get hit by a car like someone I know. I can't imagine that he wasn't drunk).
I am enjoying things here, even when the stresses that come with school appear. Soon I'll learn how to handle them and it won't be so bad. Next saturday is homecoming and I can't wait. That will be lots of fun. Football and parades and exciting stuff like that. Woohoo!
Have a good week or so. I'll write again soon.