Repent and Reform!

I wish the crazies on our campus would sing like they do at Tracy's school...
No, here they just shout judgemental damnation...

They stand out in front of Dale Hall, telling me about how I'm going to hell for listening to rock'n'roll and bearing my legs in public (for wearing a just-below-knee length skirt, btw).

All of last week, they stood shouting at us, drawing huge crowds of students arguing back giving them the gratification of persecution... I'd just walk by and giggle...

Today, another crazy but no more crowd. Yes, they have indeed Bibled-out the students of OU.


Good job.

Funny how they forget love and grace... Whatevs.

The Pup and Me...

We're hanging just the two of us this weekend.

Elisha and Lo are in Nashville for a rugby tournament. Kristin joined her little sister on a girl scout camp out. That leaves me here bonding with my baby. Krumme is growing up so fast though- already he is indulging in... less than reputable adolescent activities? Let's just say Nigel used to be Elisha's most beloved teddy bear that everyone now refuses to touch...

At least he's not too old to cuddle with his mama still. He keeps the left side of the bed warm quite sufficiently for now.


That is when he's not perched on top of me...




Well, back to Gilmore Girls. I've started my fifth go around...

Delight

So a moment just to recognize that the Lord is sovereign?

Nice--We (JC and I) have a "please feel free to smack me around when I'm being a moron" understanding. We've found it to be kind of fun to keep track of the number of smacks administered; the currently count is roughly: JC administrated- innumerable, Patricia administrated- zero.

Be My Escape
Relient K

I’ve given up on giving up slowly, I’m blending in so
You won’t even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I’m giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
Cause I’m afraid that this complacency is something I can’t shake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave

Cause I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I’ve gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I’ve gotta get outta here
And I’m begging You, I’m begging You, I’m begging You to be my escape.

I fought You for so long
I should have let You in
Oh how we regret those things we do
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin
But so were You

So were You

Friday, Glorious Friday!

So last night went exceptionally well for having been a test... my guessing skills are pretty boss I'd say...

I realized after posting yesterday that I still had Redliners rehearsal following my test at 10... But between finishing the test and the start of rehearsal, I snuck into the back of the OU choral concert to see my friend and fellow tenor (sometimes), Emory. It was gorgeous- one song was about mothers with readings of anonymous messages written to/about mothers. Sounds cheesy, I know, but some of them actually made me cry...

Annnnd I got out of Redliners at 10:30 because as much of a tenor I may be, I'm still not a man. Thus, I am not included in the men's song- makes sense to me!

Annnnnnnd when I got home, I had an email from my precal teacher saying, "No class tomorrow!" So that means I'm leaving TWO hours before I had expected to! Hooray! I'll be home by 2pm now! I just have to stay awake the whole ride home... :)

Tired...

I'm soooo pooped.

It's all downhill from the precalc test tonight, but I still have to survive until then...

I'm busy today:
9am-10am Climbing
10:30am-12pm Chemistry
12pm-5pm Work
5pm-7pm Study study study
7pm-9pm Dreaded precalc test...

Believe me- after that, all systems will crash...

Oooooh Changes...

Catch-up is a fun game to play... But I'm only really focusing on philosophy (test tomorrow) and precalculus (test Thursday)... I'll catch up on the whole balance over spring break next week.

Moving on: I'm just tossing it out there- I'm considering yet another (bum bum bum) major change... Occupational Therapy? I don't know, I have a lot of researching, soul searching, pro/con listing, and thinking to do before I make a sure decision...



I got both of the solos I wanted for our Redliners spring concert. Anybody available April 25? Whatevs...

More Major Decisions...

This past Wednesday, February 27, I was advised for this coming summer and fall. It was a good session. But with the general trend of the week, it reiterated the fact that I have not been as responsible in the past three semesters as I "should have been".
My point? Depending on the outcome of this current semester, I might have to change my major yet again. My options:

1. If I receive an A or B in all of my classes, then science ed could perhaps still be a choice.
2. If I receive anything less than that in chemistry, then, realistically speaking, have a slim chance of succeeding in the following seven+ science courses I have left. In which case, I could pursue a specific science major, such as microbiology or botany, and later get my certification given the GPA requirements are less than those of the eduction degree plan.
3. If that doesn't seem plausible or satisfactory for some reason, then perhaps I could pursue language arts education, granted I've received high marks in all of my writing courses...

I've accepted all three options. Of course the first two are most ideal; however if I want to be accepted in to the education college, I might have to pursue what I'm naturally good at as opposed to what I am particularly interested in...

I'm not really going to worry about it for now; I'm just going to try my best and reevaluate come May.

Just a reminder- a weather watch means that the conditions are ideal for adverse weather. A warning declares the current presence of adverse weather.

Welcome back, tornado season...

We Delight

My morning started 18 minutes before I had anticipated, but it gave me time to be still and be with God.

Sarah Groves cycled onto my play list as I was getting ready and it brought me peace.

Climbing was extremely fun this morning- we played "add on" and it was a sufficient challenge.

The weather was divine at 65-70 degrees (F). Everyone seems so much happier when we're not freezing our rears off or running through the rain.

We covered information in Chemistry that I can actually wrap my mind around easily.

The tall-bike jousters were on the south oval today. So were the slack liners; I still can't do it, but I'll keep on trying.

I finished a good book today, and am about to start another. If it wasn't for the escape of leisure reading, I think I'd be a loony. Or more of one than is natural.

I love the way that a disagreement can make a relationship stronger, 10 fold.

Reading comments from my family makes me forget all of my worries.

Growing up is hard...

... but good.

I had a good cry with my mentor earlier today.
I will admit that I was embarassed to be crying, but there was no way of holding the tears back. They've been a long time coming, and with a simple question ("why do you think you're struggling to balance everything so far this semester?") the flood gates opened and the water works came forth at the realization of my answer:

I am lazy. I am immature. I have not been committed to my school work and I have not done my best. I am capable of a lot more than I am achieving.
I am disappointed in myself.

And the worst of it is that I've allowed it defeat me thus far. That's where Dr. H's mentoring comes in--she listened to what I had to say, then helped me find new perspective and helped me discover that which I can do to reform.

I know now that my concern and emotion invested in my frustration will move me to growing out of my immature mentality and start taking on a more adult mentality and a stronger work ethic.

I can do better. I will do better.
I already am on my way--back to reading.

75.

That's how old I'll be before I get engaged. Just kidding- sorry Tracy :)

That's how many hours I have left after this summer, hopefully.
Poop.

I might be able to tackle that in four semesters + a summer. Maybe some other intersessions...
Only problem is that I have at least 8 science classes left to take. Yeah, I'll be taking physics this summer.

So seven. Over my last two years? Poop.
I'm actually going to have to double up on my sciences.
So fall 2008- Zoo and Bot? But then I still have another semester of chemistry.
AND another physics...





Just because I like it doesn't mean I'm good at it...
I did this all wrong, didn't I?

Oh well.