Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Closing Remarks

After five years of existing on the outer skirts of the blogging community, I've observed that blogging gives all writers of all backgrounds an unusual urge to say something profound. The most profound thing I'll say in this blog is the last sentence of this post.

I remember making this blog. I was only seventeen, and it went by a different name then. I don't remember what it was. Honestly, I don't much remember how to write either. When I was seventeen, that would have sent me into panic-mode. I'm not worried today. There will always be words, and I will always have truth.

Since I was seventeen, this blog has barely seen me through an undergraduate degree--barely did it see me, and barely did I see my degree. This blog saw too much of my freshman year and too little of the others. When I was seventeen, few things made me feel so safe, as did writing. During my freshman year, I wrote to find safety. Slowly, I found it elsewhere. I stopped blogging, but I didn't stop writing. I wrote in my classes. I watched words become suddenly unsafe. Writing could no longer be a haven. Not to me. Words were too dangerous.  I subconsciously thought it best to avoid a place where I, as writer, would feel the need to say profound words.

But today, I've again taken on the unexplainably pensive, first-person voice of the Rosemary who Went to College. I've begun to start the occasional sentence with a conjunction. Parallelism and repetition are freckling my computer screen. And, again, I'm telling you about what it was like for Rosemary to Go to College.

This is the last time I'll blog about everything that came with my fight for a bachelor's degree. At least, it is here. I actually feel silly writing. In college, I learned one should always be less vulnerable on the internet and more vulnerable in relationships. This post seems opposite that, but I still think it's important that I write a few profound things before I go. (My theory on bloggers persists.)

So, here it is. This is all I've ever wanted to say on this blog. This is the reason I began writing it. This is how I fought through the danger of words and into the safety of truth. This is why Rosemary Went to College, and how I finished. Behind all that's happened since I left my hometown for college, I have constantly been convinced of something I've always known. Are you ready, because I've really rhetorically built-up to this point of my blog where I say something profound? Okay...

Jesus. 

Yes, the "Sunday School Answer", the "Christian School Answer", the "Goody-Two Shoes Answer", and the answer to all my sin. 

The only thing I want anyone to learn about me from reading this blog is this: I am a sinner, and I am saved by grace.

So, by God's grace, Rosemary Went to College, and by His grace alone, she finished. 

Cheers to closed chapters, new adventures, and truth. 

I'll see you all in our nation's capitol. Look for the southern girl with a new last name. 


Soli Deo gloria.


Monday, October 28, 2013

August 10, 2013

I honestly had no idea, except that when I woke up that morning, I thought, "Today is the day that I'm getting engaged," and then I tried on every item in my closet.

I'd seen a text or two that I shouldn't have, and Stuart had all too frequently been using the word PLAN in relation to our Saturday night. I didn't think he knew that word before he began mercilessly begging me to agree not to return to Pre-Rush after we attended a friend's wedding. It only made sense, but his dad was out of town, and we'd talked about this before--There's no way he'd propose before the summer ended. There's no way... but what if he does... tonight?
I pick a pink dress I bought this summer and decide that maybe I'll curl my hair.

Stuart picks me up from the chapter room. I have no idea what we talk about on our way to Montgomery. We arrive at the church and part ways as I robe-up to sing the special music for the wedding we're attending. I can't remember the last time I was this nervous about singing for a crowd. My heart pounds. I don't think noise will come out of my mouth when I stand to sing. I pray a lot. I sing anyways. I don't remember it. A friendly woman leads me around the back of the church to my seat next to Stuart on the last pew. I sit down next to my boyfriend and my engagement ring. I cry when I see the beautiful bride, and I remember no part of the rest of the ceremony.

We go to the reception, get in line for food, and Stuart begins to put his plan in action...
"Okay. This is going to be really weird, but you have to trust me. Do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"We need to leave in fifteen minutes."
"Okay."
"I'm really sorry. I know that's really weird. Just trust me."
"It's okay; it's really okay."
"I'm so sorry!"
"Stuart, it really is fine."
"Okay, I really am sorry though,
... etcetera.

Stuart piles his plate with food and stops talking. We sit down with friends. Stuart stares at his pile of food, making unusually awkward small talk as needed. Fifteen minutes pass. Stuart interrupts my conversation, "Okay. We really need to go now." I explain that Stuart has a surprise planned, and that we have to leave. I decide I need a drink before we leave. I remember I have to hug a friend goodbye before she moves away. I forget that I left the wedding gift in the car. Stuart finally gets me in the car, and we are on the road.

Once in the Blazer, I find fingernail polish in my bag and realize I'd rather die than get engaged without pretty fingernails. I ask Stuart if he minds, and then I paint my nails... just in case.
This is when Stuart says he knew I might know... which I didn't... but I kinda did.

(This is my favorite part:)
I ask Stuart what his favorite hymn is. I don't remember his answer (oops), but we sing it. And then we sing another, and another, and another. Our ride home has just turned into an impromptu worship time. We are happy rejoicing in the Lord, and all my nerves are calmed.
Unplanned, but beautiful.

About two miles from the exit ramp, Stuart says, "This is the second weird thing I'm going to say tonight... Do you have anything you can use as a blindfold?"
(I love Stuart because he does things like forget to bring a blindfold when he's proposing to me.) 
After he tells me to look at the breath-taking sunset over the exit ramp to College Street, I hold a t-shirt up to my face, and I'm not really sure what we said or sang or did on our drive down College Street.

Stuart parks the car, and I try really hard to determine where we might be on campus. I know we're on campus because of the driving time, but I couldn't follow the turns from behind my "blindfold." He comes around to my door and helps me out of the car. I keep my eyes closed, leave the "blindfold" in the passenger seat, and take his arm. Carefully, he leads me down a sidewalk and into some damp, summery grass. He gently stops me and takes both my hands as he stands, facing me.

"Open your eyes."
We are on Samford Lawn.
"Look left."
Sweet candles light up the dusk from inside mason jars.
Roses and a cigar box full of letters lie on top of a white, lace table cloth.
Stuart's handwriting reads, "'This is my beloved, and this is my friend,' Song of Solomon 5:16."
I see all this and immediately begin to cry (or bawl, rather).
I look back at Stuart, and I know I love him.

He smiles and cries with me.
He begins to give his short and sweet speech, looking surprised but happy to hear his own voice.
He doesn't remember any of this, but I do.
He tells me he loves me for the first time, and I tell him I love him, too.
Then, Stuart Spooner takes a knee and asks me to marry him.
I say yes.

We kiss.
A crowd cheers, and car horns honk.
We both cry, and I don't really ever stop crying.
I see our sisters, Caroline and Anne, taking pictures from the bushes, and I keep crying.
I've never been so happy.

We are finally engaged.

I always knew.

"This is my beloved, and this is my friend."

On June 28, 2014, I am going to marry Stuart Spooner!

Left, the card Stuart wrote Song of Solomon 5:16 on.
Middle back, a dozen red roses (my favorite and legitimately the most
beautiful I've ever seen) in a pitcher because a pitcher is Stuart's dad's
prayer picture for him--he prays Stuart would be filled up and poured out,
and Stuart says that is what he prays for us.
Middle front, a letter to read on August 10, 2013, with another stack of
letters that Stuart wrote, beginning with the time he first knew he loved me
and written every time after that, that his calling to love me was confirmed.
Right, Stuart's cigar box full of every letter I've ever written him.


Both crying as Stuart told me he loved me for the
first time.

Stuart asking me to marry him.


Like I said, a lot of crying (and kissing) was involved.
We've laughed at this picture.


The ring is absolutely perfect.
It's what I've always imagined, and Stuart picked it out by himself!


I read this about four times through while we were
there, and not once, did a single word make sense.
I had to read it again the next day.

The all-time favorite.
WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!

Saturday, September 21, 2013

What It's Like to be Charles Wallace

If she could give love to IT perhaps it would shrivel up and die, for she was sure that IT could not withstand love. But she, in all her weakness and foolishness and baseness and nothingness, was incapable of loving IT. Perhaps it was not too much to ask of her, but she could not do it.
But she could love Charles Wallace.
She could stand there and she could love Charles Wallace.
Her own Charles Wallace, the real Charles Wallace, the child for whom she had come back to Camazotz, to IT, the baby who was so much more than she was, and who was yet so utterly vulnerable.
She could love Charles Wallace.
Charles. Charles, I love you. My baby brother who always takes care of me. Come back to me, Charles Wallace, come away from IT, come back, come home. I love you, Charles. Oh, Charles Wallace, I love you.
Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she was unaware of them.
Now she was even able to look at him, at this animated thing that was not her own Charles Wallace at all. She was able to look and love.
I love you. Charles Wallace, you are my darling and my dear and the light of my life and the treasure of my heart. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Slowly his mouth closed. Slowly his eyes stopped their twirling. The tic in the forehead ceased its revolting twitch. Slowly he advanced toward her.
"I love you!" she cried. "I love you, Charles! I love you!"
Then suddenly he was running, pelting, he was in her arms, he was shrieking with sobs. "Meg! Meg! Meg!" 
"I love you, Charles!" she cried again, her sobs almost as loud as his, her tears mingling with his. "I love you! I love you! I love you!" 
All I could think about was how much I wanted to be perfect. How much I wanted to impress people. How much I wanted people to stop thinking whatever I thought that they think. How much I wanted to be different than I am.

All I could think about was how much I wanted to be perfect.

I began to cry.

All I could think about was how I'm not perfect. How I'll never have a university full of people thinking I'm doing things right. How I'll never live up to the standards I set up for myself through comparison. How I'll never be able to fix myself. All I could think about was how I'm not perfect.

I cried harder.

I wanted so badly to be perfect, and I knew I never could be.

Suddenly, I was standing before the heavenly throne of my Father.

I was late to class. I had wet hair. I hadn't done any homework. And when I opened the door to my classroom, my God was there, and His arms were open. Welcoming me and warming me and smiling.
I love you.

I was barely making it to the gym. My thin hair swept beneath a crooked headband. My nike shorts twice the size of the elliptical next to mine. Inhaler in hand.
I love you.

I was lying on my bed in September. Home for the weekend for the third weekend in a row. My fiance on the other end of a 750 mile-long landline. Books weighing heavy on my pounding heart. My breath quick. Unable to explain to the soul I love, just what was wrong in mine.
I was lying on my bed in September, and I was crying. Crying because I wanted so badly to be perfect and because I knew I never could be and because my Savior loved me just the same.

"I feel like Charles Wallace," I said to Stuart.
A whirl of darkness. An icy cold blast. An angry, resentful howl that seemed to tear through her. Darkness again. Through the darkness to save her came a sense of Mrs Whatsit's presence, so that she knew it could be IT who now had her in its clutches.
 And then the feel of the earth beneath her, of something in her arms, and she was rolling over on the sweet smelling autumnal earth, and Charles Wallace was crying out, "Meg! Oh, Meg!"
Now she was hugging him close to her, and his little arms were clasped tightly about her neck. "Meg, you saved me! You saved me!" he said over and over.
--A Wrinkle in Time, Madeline L'Engle 

Thursday, August 8, 2013

With the Summer

"I had a familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

I think it has.
I flipped through my pictures of this summer in iPhoto earlier tonight, and I suddenly realized that it has been wonderful.

On the first day of summer classes, I was bummed out (You can just ask Stuart Spooner. I was super nice to him that day.), but as always, the Lord has done something wonderful.
My summer went just as planned: I finished 12 hours. I danced at a lot of weddings.
But the experience was so much better than I thought it could be.

It's been good to just be.

... I kicked summer off at RUF Summer Conference, an incredible week of teaching and fellowship.

... Then, as I said, I finished 12 hours of classes.
First mini-mester, I finished two classes and started another. Second mini-mester, I finished the class I started during first mini-mest, and took another class along side it. I now only have one semester of classes left before my internship (full-time student-teaching this spring).

... Stuart lived with my family this summer. People ask me how that's been, and the answer to that question is funny and difficult and good. I've seen my family a lot more with him there, I think, so that's been great... but I'm pretty ready for him to come back to Auburn "permanently" before he leaves for D.C. in early September (a post for another day).

... Ruthie moved in with me mid-May. We have fun. She wears a cat-mask around the house. We did a Whole30 together. She has now reminded me that frozen pizza is really good. I'm, therefore, thinking I need to get back in that Whole30 ship soon before I drown in Sonic milkshakes. I've been kind of a hermit with her in Creekside, and my introverted self has loved and needed it.

... The summer's not quite over yet, but thus far, the best weekend of it all was hands-down the Moore Wedding Weekend. Tyler and Emily (Mr. and Mrs. Moore) brought God so much glory. I doubt the next few weeks will top that. It was one of the best times with friends I've ever had.

... Most recently, the Jager clan has returned home from a beach vacation. It was a good time as filled with laughter and tanning oil and the outlet mall as always. Having sisters is fun.

Now, all that's left is 10 days of my last time through rush, and then, classes start on August 21.
Only 14 days left of summer. Let's make 'em as great as the last 91.

{Summer Slideshow}
RUF Summer Conference with
Julie (wayfarers), Kit (stripes), Sarah (aviators), & Molly (black shirt)
Sarah and Ben Waller's wedding in Anniston, AL
with Kylie, Anna Marie, Marie, Emily M, Emily L, and Kit
Dancin' in the moonlight at the Waller Wedding
Caroline graduated from Briarwood and is headed to
Auburn at last!
Yummy Whole30 food made by Stuart & Rosie
Stuart and I made a Summer To-Do list,
and then he unexpectedly moved to Birmingham.
We've knocked off about 8/30 items so far,
one of them being a Sno-Biz date.
We had family pictures made on Samford Lawn and surprised
Dad with them for Father's Day.
At Stevi and Kyle Shaw's wedding!
OUR BEST FRIENDS GOT MARRIED!
The Rehearsal Dinner of Mr. and Mrs. James Tyler Moore
The most beautiful bride!
The most handsome groomsmen.
4th of July Instagram selfie
We celebrated with friends in Atlanta, GA.
Cow Appreciation Day at Chick-fil-A
We brought Ruthie, the purple cow, and we may have enjoyed
a free meal at one Chick-fil-A and free milkshakes at another.
Ruthie and I sang the National Anthem at a Birmingham Baron's game.
Another Summer To-Do list item:
Toomer's Date.
(and yes, a majority of our items do include eating)
Beach Reading Selfie. See this post.

Dad and his girls


... 14 more days for life to continue beginning again.

Rosie Reads: A Moveable Feast

Hemingway and a cat, special thanks to Google Images
I've just finished reading Ernest Hemingway's A Moveable Feast, which is a hybrid between non-fiction and fiction, detailing Hemingway's life as an expatriate in Paris during American Modernism (a.k.a. MY FAVORITE LITERARY ERA).

I love Ernest Hemingway.

I know AMF isn't supposed to be his best, but I still really enjoyed it. It only made me want to read more Hemingway because if this isn't his best then, his best must just be WOW. I read A Farewell to Arms my senior year of high school. It was wonderful, but I need to reread it. I don't remember it very well. I remember wanting to be Catherine, and it being poetic and romantic and just right in every way.
Hemingway has such a knack for that, you know: writing things just the right way. I think it's because of something he says to himself in AMF:
"Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know."
Speechless, aren't you? Me, too.

Hemingway is always writing such true sentences in the truest way, and that is why I love him.

Now, before I send you off to enjoy a few other true sentences from AMF, I must confess that I began reading this book with a pencil in hand, and finished reading this book on the beach, which brings me to these points:
1. I love to read with a pencil so that I can mark the quotes that my heart reads.
2. My reading skills go way down when I'm reading in bright sunlight (and especially without a pencil).
3. Hemingway is a wonderful beach read. Most "beach reads" are really pretty worthless. Hemingway is a beach read who is not. Take him to the beach with you. He doesn't complain much and is always ready for another drink. The perfect vacation companion!
4. Most of what I'll quote is from the beginning of the book... when I had a pencil.

But that's enough of my voice, I'd much rather you read Hemingway. The first chapter was my favorite, but I didn't like it as much as I liked the last paragraph. (And my favorite-favorites are bolded)....
"I looked at her and she disturbed me and made me very excited. I wished I could put her in the story, or anywhere..."
"I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil."
"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."
"I had already learned that everything I did not understand probably had something to it." 
"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest."
"The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one the poverty bothers."
 "We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other."
"There is never any ending to Paris..."

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Rosie Reads

I read.

I'm hesitant to say I read a lot, because I know way too many people who read way more than I do. I read loads of internet articles, most of which I find in my Twitter feed. (My favorites are usually from The Gospel Coalition, which I highly recommend you stop reading this blogpost to check out.) I read a variety of short stories and poems and novels (and their SparkNotes) and studies and textbooks (and did I mention SparkNotes?) for my major. Like any other English Ed. major, I love bookstores and their smell and whatnot that we all pretend we're "embarrassed" to be such a "nerd" to love. (Let me clear this up for you, there is no shame amongst English Ed. majors. Each and everyone of us is proud as punch to love the smell of books, and most all of us want everyone to know that we love the smell of books. This is not actually an embarrassing fact for any of us.) However, unlike most of the book nerds I know, bookstores also make me very sad. Approaching the Classics shelf at Barnes and Noble may as well be like approaching shelves full of my shortcomings. Because I read... but I can't say that I read a lot.

I grew up in a house where books are only used to decorate. So, you see, I have a lot of catching up to do, and a couple decades of bad habits to break. Yes, I read, but reading books isn't exactly a second-nature thing for me. (We can address the issue of reading being second-nature to all humans later. Just stick with me for now.) I wish it was. I'm working to make it so. It's just a process... and because of all this, everytime I finish a book, I feel hugely accomplished, which is actually something I wish the avid, second-nature, came-out-of-the-womb-reading-while-their-mother-practically-read-during-labor type of readers could experience. Despite the obvious downsides to not growing up in a house full of readers, I think I do have one thing they don't. Those readers will really never know the satisfaction I feel when I finish a book. It's a beautiful thing to know that you've done something to stop terrible cycle from continuing--even when it's as small as finishing a book.

I've decided to celebrate these little accomplishments here. 
It won't be any big party, just a small get-together of my favorite quotes from what I've just read. 
I'll call them "Rosie Reads." Oh, and I'll only write a Rosie Reads if the book was good... because ain't nobody got time to celebrate bad literature. 

But we should all make time to celebrate good books. We should all make time to read them.

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

A Little While More

Well... I haven't quite dropped out yet. I hope that doesn't disappoint anyone. 

I used to say a lot of things here (too many of them, really)... the Lord was teaching little freshman Rosie a lot, and He has been since then. 

Anyways, It's my senior year of college now, and I think I might start saying things again.

Rosemary still goes to college... at least for a little while more.

Monday, June 18, 2012

Joyful Noises

Singing. Lots and lots of beautiful singing. Little voices, big voices. All sweet, darling girl voices. Mostly southern voices. Silly songs. Simple songs. So many praiseful songs ("O Law’, Honey, ain’t this a praiseful thing," -Phil Hurt quoting a poet I can't remember). Julibate Deo, Jubilate Deo, Hallelujah.

Giggles and giggles and giggles all the live long day. My personal favorite time to listen for them is on a short walk down Hut Row in between Night Activity and Taps. Something about the darkness, katydids, and ribbits makes those giggles one of the "goodest" most praiseful things I've ever heard.

Rain drops bombing tin roofs.

The "swafp" of an arrow hitting bullseye.

Crunching gravel underneath uncountable Chacos.

Slamming screened doors.

"Okay, y'all...."

Simplicity.

Creation.

Joy.

and the occasional (faux) British vernacular.


... at least that's what the first 17 days of First Term have sounded like to me.

The Brow

Lightening Bugs

My Cabin 15 Home

Cabin 15


Sunday Night Hamburger Picnic

Tutta: the Best Co-Counselor Everrr

My Original DeSoto Girl

14th Birthday Balloons in Cabin 15



Friday, May 25, 2012

Rosemary Goes to Camp: Introduction

Martin: Now, let's see. Vitamins? 
Annie: Check.
Martin: Minerals?
Annie: Check.
Martin: List of daily fruits and vegetables?
Annie: Check, check... Check for fruits, check for vegetables. Go on.
Martin: Sunblock, lip balm, insect repellent, stationery, stamps, photographs of your mother, grandfather, and of course, your trusty butler, me.
Annie: Got it all, I think.

So, did you like that Parent Trap throwback?... Anyoneee?... Anyoneee? (...Buellerrrr?) Well, I hope you did.
Now, combine The Parent Trap and the Hunger Games, soak them in the gospel, and you've pretty much got Camp DeSoto from scratch! (I mean, that may not be exact recipe, but it's close enough, right?)

That's right boys and girls, Rosemary has gone to Camp. Camp DeSoto for Girls, to be exact. Camp DeSoto is located at the top of Lookout Mountain in Mentone, Alabama, and is filled with smiles and songs and so much love. Have I ever been before? Nope! (which you should know if you read this last summer.) But there's a time for everything, and this summer, it is time for me to be at Camp DeSoto. 

I'm about two days into my two months away at Camp, and I couldn't be more excited about the rest of the summer. I'm making so many new friends. Tomorrow morning, I'll trade in all my free time for official Pre-Camp Training. I so ready to see the personality of our staff and get to know my co-workers and their hearts. What's so great about Camp is that every single aspect of it is so completely soaked in prayer. For months, our directors have been praying for us and taking their decisions for cabin assignments, activities, and etc to the Lord. I can't wait to see His replies and the sovereignty of His will here. Everyone I know who has DeSoto experience under their belt has sung its praises--or more so God's praises through it. I hear the word "fruitful" more than anything else when people have told me what to expect of my summer. Everyone's experience at DeSoto is different but invaluable. I'm so excited to have one of my own.

But let's talk logistics. 

What am I doing at Camp?
My main job is to love with the love Christ pours through me. But what does that look like everyday? I think I'll be learning what it looks like all summer long, but what I know now is that it looks like...
Teaching Archery, Fabric Arts (sewing), and Creative Writing.
Having a cabin full of girls that could be anywhere in the ages of 8-16.
Giving up air-conditioning, technology, and make-up almost everyday.
Being completely immersed in nature.
Living a simple life.
And clinging to the gospel.
... I'll try to keep you posted as often as I can as the weeks go on, and I learn more and more about what Christ's love looks like.

How can you pray for me?
Pray that I would be filled with Christ's love so that I can love others. Pray that I would not pollute Christ's message with my own selfish ambitions. Pray for perseverance, selflessness, cheerfulness, patience, and discipline in my life and choices. Pray for my heart, my campers' hearts, and the hearts of the staff. Pray that everything about my summer would be soaked through and through with the gospel.

How am I blogging right now?
I have an off day! Yesterday, I trained for Archery, and tomorrow, we start Pre-Camp Training, but today was free! SO. I'm sitting in a LOVELY coffee shop in Chattanooga, Tennessee with four wonderful new friends! I have two, varying off-nights a week. On off-nights, we can go 15 minutes south to Fort Payne (laundromat, Sonic, etc), or 40 minutes north to Chattanooga (fun, adorable river-city everywhere). Today, we stopped in a used book shop (where I bought an EB Browning anthology and a Sarah Orne Jewett short story... eeekk!), lunched at TAZIKIS (!), and made our way over to Rembrandt's Coffee Shop. It is unbelievable idyllic here.

How can you be my best friend?
Snail mail.... See address below!



Written with love from the Mountain.

Friday, April 20, 2012

The Fantastic Voyage



Let's see if I remember how to do this....

I write. I promise to keep writing. (I narcissistically post my post to Facebook.) You read. I don't post for days. You don't care at all. I don't post for weeks. You wonder if Rosemary still goes to college. I don't post for months. You plan my funeral, divide up my junk, and begin to lower my Blogger account six feet under when, out of absolutely nowhere, I pop another post up and remind you that I'M STILL ALIVE AND WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING PUTTING MY BLOG IN A COFFIN?!

Is that how it works?

Actually--WHO CARES?! Just go with it and pull my blog back out of the dirt. 
Rosemary DOES still go to college so the blog's not. over. yet. folks.
I'm sorry if that disappoints you. You really don't have to read it.... You may also have it read aloud to you, or, if you insist, I will video record myself reenacting the events I write about. The parts of my blog that are just my thoughts would probably be really boring, but I'd do it for YOU, anonymous reader! ANYTHING for you.

If I don't recall, this blog is designed to resemble the internet-appropriate timeline of my life in college. In order to utilized this design, I suppose I should update you on that... So, here goes:

Nothing has changed.
Bye.





... BAHAHA! OH, the jokes! Full of em these days.
But really. 

In all reality, nothing has drastically changed in my life this semester. It's been crazy though. A lot has been going on inside of me... outside of me... upside of me... and downside of me. Just everywhere.

This semester, my body formed a mutiny against me. But not just any mutiny. This mutiny was strong enough to take down not only the Titanic but also the Fantastic Voyage.... Yes. THAT STRONG.
The mutiny kicked it off with mononucleosis, and followed through with a terrible medication, a mono-relapse, undiagnosed Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (the doctor says the fatigue "could last for about a year, but you'll be fine." Wonderful! Luuvvv that more than ponies.), and a car accident to take home to gold. (I'm fine. Don't worry about it, just praise the Lord.)

Basically, between illness and side-effects of medication, I turned into a metaphorical emotional train-wreck (not to be confused with the literal Easter Sunday car-wreck). This prompted more than an acceptable amount of spiritual, physical, and academic apathy in my life. But I've been dealing with it. And it (all of the above) has been getting a lot better lately.... So that's been the majority of my semester, and that's all I want to say about that. I'm finally learning the technique of filtering my internet publications, and I'm fully prepared to sacrifice a few page-views for the skill.

Other semester side-notes:
-I'm NOT staying in Auburn this summer, but I'm working at CAMP DESOTO!!! There are not words for how excited I am to have this opportunity and blessing! I can't wait to see the wonders God has in store for me there! I'm POSITIVE I'll blog on it later.

-My favorite things I read for class this semester (British then American--still in survey classes this semester): Wordsworth's "Lines Written a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey" (shout out to Nicole Conrad!), E.B. Browning--everything in the anthology that we didn't read in class (another shout out to Conrad!), Stevenson's The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, (an excerpt of but planning to finish) Moore's and Lloyd's V for Vendetta, Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" (Conrad! Conrad!), Miller's Death of a Salesman, O'Connor's "A Good Man is Hard to Find" (Mrs. Margene gets credit for this one.), Morrison's "Recitatif" (I registered for another class with my American Lit. professor after her lecture on that one. She loves Morrison.), and the movie The Namesake

-Next semester, I'm registered for Studies in Poetry, Intro to Creative Writing, Survey of African American Lit, and two English Education classes! I'm excited.


So what else do you want to know about my life of late?

Let's see. We last left off with Valentine's Day. (Oh my gosh. That was so long ago!) What's happened since then?.... Waaiiittttt. Is is picture list time?? I think sOoOoOooOOoooOOOooOoOo!!!
Two days after Valentine's Day,
Alpha Gam had a Valentine's Day social with ADPi!
These are three of my favorite lion friends. <> :)
(Emily L, Marykathryn, Emily C, yours truly)
ewww

RUF Winter Conference was at the end of February!
It was a wonderful time of fun and fellowship.
This is a picture of Girl and I in front of the waterfall*.
*waterfall not pictured
I have continued to love living with my
geedy roommates.
(Briarwood's 2012 Drama Seniors!
Margan, Ruthdog, Brooks, Caroline, Branch--my babies!
[Disclaimer*: Ruthie hates this picture of herself.]
Y'ALL. Ruthie performed in her last Lee Eady Production!
Where the HECK has the time gone? It was only yesterday
that I was bawling my eyes out during my last curtain call!
Anyways, I was super proud of her and will miss listening
to her sing her heart out in the BBB.
[*Disclaimer Disclaimer: I don't care.]) 
SPRANG BREAK 2012!!!
I went to St. Augustine, Florida
with a wonderful group of
friends!
This is a view from the condo's porch. #perfect
An adorable restaurant in St. Augustine looking even
more adorable through an Instagram filter. 
I learned how to make "homemade" doughnuts! 
Roommie Love

RUTHDOG CAME TO AUBURN!!!
We had a 3-night-long sleepover, and she tasted her future.
#freshmaninthefall 
DUCK CAME TO AUBURN RIGHT AFTER RUTHDOG!!!
We had a mini-THIRTEENTH (I'm crying.) birthday party for her:
Five Guys, painting, Five Guys, shopping, cupcake. Her dream.
Gin with her 13th birthday cupcake...
I CANNOT believe she is a TEENAGER!
My squirrel family. :)
I love them so.
(Ignore how rough I look, por favor.)
SWAMPWATER!

We took pictures for our
Couples Friends' Black <> Formal!
This one is particularly awkward.
For our 6-month-a-dating-aversary,
Stuart took me on a picnic at Town Creek Park!
(We went there on our first date, too.)
He had some trouble keeping his eyes open for the flash.

Stuart also met the majority of the Anderson clan.
Bless his soul.
Then we took this great Instagrammed picture in Papa's yard.

Girl wrote a HILARIOUS and touching account of Clark's life.
http://kitstallings.blogspot.com/2012/04/remember-clark.html 

Remember that car wreck?

THE ALPHA GRANDMAS WON
GREEK SING FOR THE 4th TIME IN A ROW!
This is my favorite dancin' grandma.

Harls and I made our 2nd annual
Chapter Visits. I laugh more with Harley
than with most everyone else in humanity.
LOVE and ADORE her.
#walkwithusmaybe?
I helped this pretty girl get ready for her
formal adventure!
Pretty Pandas

sweet best friends

Just enjoying spring on Samford Lawn :)
I did not accompany this to Rodeo.
And just last night, Emily (in the middle) turned 21!
We had a super fun birthday party!
This is me, Emily, and Cecilia dancin' to TaySway.

... Until next time.