i wore my seminole jersey to class today. somehow thinking that it would help me on my adolescent psy test.. it did.

not that i'm normally the type that believes that sort of thing.

I know that staff week is starting, and my heart aches to be there. I long for the mountains. To pray from lookout mountain. For the songs rising from staff worship. I went to adoration today (praise and worship) and oddly, we sang a couple songs from camp chapel, and as we sang "Father we adore thee".. I could feel the harmony flowing from miles away even though I'm in a chapel on a college campus in a still broken city. As I was praying for those i knew would be there this summer, faces floated through my mind, of Lisa, Katherine Miller, Renee, Kandia, Daisy, Joy... all those whose advice I still hear echoed in my mind. Joy tellings us in Sunnyside that it isn't all about mountaintops, or hearing God screaming back at you, but that learning to cope in the silence, and to have faith even when you can barely feel your own breathing. e-mail me. write me about your summer.

My next year will take me all over the world.. again. An unbelievable adventure awaits me, and I have no idea where or to what the Lord will lead me. But i trust He will. I trust he is now - even if I don't see it.

Going camping and kayaking this weekend. I'm the token outdoorsy girl. Try to tell them.. I'm waterfront. Get me on land.. and ... well.. Vanessa always started my fire ;)

(side note to my crew girls - going to Henley! kicken butt down here in our flooded boats..)

it was this morning as I walked to my first final, and i was reminded of a million things, of walking down the stairs from Martin at Ole Miss, of hiking by myself on Craggy, and how normally now I would be yanking out my trunk from under the bed and calling Annie Powell talking about what cabin's we hoped we would be in.. and that I'm not.

Trying to figure out how to get to Natalie Hall's wedding if anyone is headed to that - anyone? Charlotte?

The wind whistles. My parents just sold our house in new orleans. I have seven days off between this semester and my school's make up for the hurricane 6 week summer session, then one more week with my roomate's wedding, then I'm headed to Mexico for five weeks to live with a family and take class.

I need to mention,

I don't really speak spanish.

then.. school starts again in the fall... so as I draw pictures of the south on my notebook and put names of all the people I want to see, and I don't know when I can - don't want to wake up to take a final that a girl walks out of and says - man harvard's were easier (bad sign folks) i still want to do so much..

jazzfest started yesterday.I love it. I love that part of town - it's like key west..

I just got out of class for the day. Yes - just. I had a break in the middle, but it's quite stunning to be so involved in academic life, to not just be learning, but to be adding to the general knowledge, to know that you are a part of the system instead of just another student.

Small things that make me happy -

- watching the sunrise every morning on the way to crew

- the fact that I have the code to the grad student room in pscy (muhaha)

- eating in our cafe with the former fab freshman catholic kids. really. there are tons of us.

So I went to go get advised today, and talk about going to Italy next spring (woot woot - and no i just can't stay at a school more than 1 semester continually) and conclude that  - WHAT did we do to the lazy people? as I try to figure out how to get into grad school, and realize that simply having 3 majors, doing psy related service work, being on a crew team, and having above average grades is not enough... I need at least 4 sems of internship in research work.. in the lab. Welll - my amazing advisor is telling me what I need, and what I need to do, and then says, "Wait - I can get you to help in my lab next week!" Giving me work for this semester, the summer , and time to know another prof so I can have a second kind of lab work before going abroad and will be ok on the exp. I'm going to try to do work with Adolescent Psy and creating a thesis to get a research grant from the gov. so I can pay myself to do work.

I really love feeling so involved in my work. Now, I am adding more on top of my 20 hours of class, 2 1/2 hours of crew EVERY DAY  and 4 on Sat. , and random TCC'ness...I don't know how. But I will survive (ensue Amie theme song when she has had too much caffine).

3 Tests. 3 days. The college student challange. Let the new Ultimate Sleep Deprevation Game begin,

Where are you now?

Currently Listening Two Lefts Don't Make a Right.. But Three Do By Relient K see related

So it's been one of those weeks.. it was midtermish time around Tulane - and accordingly the plauge travelled around the dorms.  I rejoiced in the fact that I alone had the super immune system, capable of fighting off this plauge and doing all my work that had reached astronomical levels due to the perhaps not so brillant decison of being in well over the amount of hours I am supposed to be in..and then.... I caught it. And not just some normal strain.. oh no. And upon examining my professors attendence polices I noticed they all seemed to say the same thing "miss and die". Therefore, to avoid death I dragged self to class.. accidently od'd on children's cold medicince ( note to others, the if it doesn't work take more idea is NOT a good idea) and therefore finished midterms for the week... on which i did have to claim dead to one professor in order to miss class...and so then i say - weekend! Surely now I shall get better...

So I have to drive and do errands before i plan on collapsing and sleeping.

And then my car dies. while driving. damn batterys should give you a going low light.

Really. Never ask how a week could get worse. You might not want to know.

So now its saterday, and I have crew, and my friends are coming in town.. parades! and dang it - it will be a good day!