Mid Semester Blues...

OK, so I'm to that point in the semester where I'm tired, and good grades and being on time to class are no longer my highest priority. In fact they have both drastically dropped on my Importance Ranking Scale.

If only I'd followed my gut instinct a few months ago and applied for my passport...it'd be adios amigos! But alas this cannot be, I am a captive in my own country...er Bible college?

OK OK...enough procrastination...I am getting off here and...checking my facebook :) Nite!

Oh the drama!!!

Recently I had the privelage of going to see one of the plays at the Cincinnati Playhouse in the Park. (check out more pics on my photo link)

This was a first time experience for me, and one that I would gladly live over. The play I went to was based on the Jane Austen book Emma, and it was in musical form.
I was accompanied by my mom, two of my sisters, and Kimberly Brown-who had never seen, heard, or read a single Jane Austen anything. We had such a blast! Our seats were in the direct center and absolutely amazing! As for the casting of the characters the Playhouse did an incredible job with everyone, especially the lead character Emma herself, and her counter part, Mr. Knightly.

The story is probably my favorite Jane Austen story...it's funny, sweet and all in all one of those perfect romances. Now granted, not entirely true to life, well at least not mine, but highly enjoyable. The running banter between the characters is so much fun, and even though the play was incredibly long it completely holds your attention through to the end. I would highly recommend this to anyone asking about it, although it's no longer playing as of now...how sad!

In parting...
"Miss Bates: It left us speechless, quite speechless I tell you, and we have not stopped talking of it since!"

Some of my make-shift family...

 

Just thought I'd add a quick pic to give a peak into my life this past week...enjoy!

I survived the power outage of o8!

I love the creativity that flows from boredom. It is itself the "Mother of Invention" if you ask me...necessity shemessity! You see...I just spent a entire week living with my family of seven, their three dogs, cat, hamster, and an additional seven guests. These guest were refugees of the recent Cincinnati power outage, and also good friends of mine...until this week. No, really it wasn't that bad, it was fun actually and entertaining. I came away with the belief that the only real way to get to know your friends is through power failure...

So the creativity I mentioned...well it probably started before we even left campus, right about when Isaac created a Styrofoam and straw car. Then it continued throughout the evening as people turned cell phones into flash lights, and decided that the silence of electric should be filled with a "sing off" against opposing sides of the street...this included, but was not limited to, Christmas carols.

At my parents house the creativity continued with choice of bedding. One unnamed soul slept on a beanbag, while still others opted for the (unused) giant dog bed. As a form of entertainment tribal war painting ceremonies ensued, recreating still life portraits occurred, and males washing the dishes was witnessed. The list of odd occurrences is to long to recall, but from it all I feel that the family, the students, the dogs, cat, and yes...even the hamster have all bonded into a make-shift family of sorts and will always laugh at the memories from this week...

Things we say we'll never do...

How many times have I said, "I will never do such and such" or some other phrase along the same lines? Well, last week I fulfilled one of the ones that I was for sure, definitely, never going to do...I moved back in with my parents! Now, don't get me wrong, it's not that we're not on speaking terms or any such thing, but it's the principle of the thing. Isn't there some unwritten code of the "cool" that states you should never return to the parentals home once you've left. Maybe not, but it has always seemed like doing so was a no-no.

This move is only for the summer months, til I will return to my second home...the GBS girls dorm. Now there is a real taboo, calling the dorm "home". As freshman we teased that we would never actually call GBS (the dorm specifically) "home". I remember the groans when they accidentally called the dorm "home". This was not supposed to be mixed up with the place of comfort, the comfy bed, apple pies and stories read at bed time...OK, that isn't any home I've been in, but the sentiment is there. I think it's interesting how that transition happens, when things shift from "the dorm" to "home".

I know that it may be annoying to some to confuse the two, but to me it really is my "home" of sorts. It's where I've spent the most years in school, where I've met most of my friends, and where I remember so many memories. I have developed intellectually, socially, and most importantly, spiritually. GBS has played a crucial part in the forming of my life. My parents knew that their kids would receive a solid Christian education here, and that they would be backed up by God-fearing, Bible-believing Christians that could make or break their view of the Holiness faith and its people. This is the place we called home during my 6th-9th grade yrs. and now from my Freshman til graduation yrs. :-D GBS is my home on this earth, and will always have a "warm, fuzzy" in my heart...even the dorms.