I'm finally beginning to see a little shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.
I seriously can't believe I'm almost finished with my third semester of college, though, let me tell you, its the most welcomed finish yet. This semester has literally all but killed me (which if you've talked to me for any stretch of time, you've got first hand proof). Please remind me to never load myself up this much again, though I probably won't listen. 19 hours is just too much on top of everything else I've got. I tell people I'm taking 17 hours next semester, but what they don't know is that means an easy semester. I've never been so glad to see finals week as I have this December. It means its almost over. It means I can stop pulling my hair out. It means I can have peace.
The three classes that have been the bane of my existence were (big surprise) Organic Chemistry, General Physics, and Cell Biology. So far, I got two finals down with two to go. I am officially done with Physics (at least until I get around to Physics 2) but I am done with Cell Biology for good. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoyed the class, and my professor was great. I just can't put my finger on a reason, but I'm not sad to see the end of that course. I'm coming out with a B, by the skin of my teeth. In the class, to make a B, one must have a total of 400 points. I'm squeaking out, by the grace of God and mercy of my professor, with 401.9 points. It wasn't easy, and it wasn't pretty, but its a B.
Physics was even uglier, but I could be looking at an A. I thought I would do pretty reasonable in this class, but I never would have thought the road would be this rocky. I did ok on the first test, but I was in a stupor as I looked at my second test grade online. There it was, glaring back at me. "22 out of 60" I'll save you some math, and tell you that comes out to a 37. I never imagined I would fail a test that badly. Ask anyone, I was a nervous wreck for at least a week after that. It was then that I realized I really needed to get my butt in gear. I managed a high B on the third test, and then our professor really showed us mercy. He gave us a fourth test, a take-home test, that would replace our lowest test grade. My 37 then became a 100. The final was yesterday, but I'm not positive on how well I did. An A is certainly within reach, but we'l see.
Organic Chem is just kind of there in my opinion. I should come out with a B, I'd have to bomb the final not to. I've put so much time into this class and lab, I just don't know what to do with myself. Lab reports I can't understand, homework that takes days on end to complete. Its awful, and a four week break isn't going to be long enough before we dive into Organic 2.
So much has been going on this semester, and I just can't wait to be able to simply turn my brain off for a while, though I won't be able to truly rest for a while when I get back. I come home Wednesday afternoon, I've got to go to the doctor on Thursday, an interview for Mission Serve on Friday (yay!), I'm working Alpine Village at church Saturday afternoon and Sunday, and then starting Monday morning I'm back at PDO for a week wrangling kids again. Only then will I be able to decide what I want to do for an entire day. If I want to stay in my pjs all day and watch movies, I can. If I want to go galavant around Memphis, I can. I just can't wait until Christmas.
Oh, Christmas. I can't even put into words how much I love Christmas. Christmas seems to be the one time of the year when its almost impossible to be in a bad mood. Who doesn't love Christmas, really? I love seeing houses all decorated and stores playing Christmas music. The music is the best, I've been playing it since Halloween. Christmas is seriously my favorite holiday. Ever.
4 days til freedom.
21 days til christmas.
27 days til 2011.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
unreal.
It is a somber day for Bulldog Nation. Today, we lost a warrior. Today, we lost a friend. Today, we lost a Bulldog. Today, we lost Nick Bell, defensive end, #36. Nick was diagnosed with cancer towards the end of September, had surgery on October 1, and things took a turn for the worse over the past couple of days. Nick was a fighter, there's no doubt about that, but sadly, he lost the battle. I can't say I knew Nick personally, but losing a fellow Bulldog is like losing a brother. I don't even know what to think. The boy was twenty years old, and now he's gone. It's seriously unreal. I've got "RIP #36" on my bell. He'll always be with us. We'll bring him into the stadium, even though he'll already have a front row seat.
I was prepared to ramble and rant about all my problems, about how I'm having one of the worst weeks ever, but all of a sudden, that doesn't matter. At all. I'm still stressed out of my mind, but I can't say my life sucks. I've been thrown some major curveballs this week (3 major tests, a mini speech, huge lab report, my car died, a monsoon, registering for classes, and your other run of the mill college craziness), but they pale in comparison to the Bell family. I have no reason to complain. I'm alive. My life is good.
Nick Bell
1990-2010
Rest in Peace, Bulldog
#36 Forever
I was prepared to ramble and rant about all my problems, about how I'm having one of the worst weeks ever, but all of a sudden, that doesn't matter. At all. I'm still stressed out of my mind, but I can't say my life sucks. I've been thrown some major curveballs this week (3 major tests, a mini speech, huge lab report, my car died, a monsoon, registering for classes, and your other run of the mill college craziness), but they pale in comparison to the Bell family. I have no reason to complain. I'm alive. My life is good.
Nick Bell
1990-2010
Rest in Peace, Bulldog
#36 Forever
Monday, October 25, 2010
hurry up and slow down.
Its what I wish this semester would do. I wish it would just hurry up and slow down. I've been waiting to catch my breath this semester and I'm just getting quick gasps here and there. I've got so much to do in the next 6 weeks and I just don't know if I'm going to be able to get it done. I've grades to pull up (majorly), service hours to get, schedules to plan, meetings to go to, friends to see, laundry and cleaning to do, things to read, oh, and then there's that thing called "sleep". That's a myth, right? Ugh. I said it before and I'll say it again. College is getting in the way of college.
I seriously am freaking out about the next month and a half. Thats how long I have left. Within that time I'll hopefully find out if I got the position with Mission Serve (I wish they would hurry up and hurry up). I've been so nervous about that application and I sent it in over two months ago. I'm going to be beyond brokenhearted if I don't get this position, but I know there's a good chance I'm just setting myself up to be disappointed.
I know I sound like a freshman by saying this, but I just want to go home. I'm sick of this dorm room and I'm sick of cafeteria food. And physics. And organic. I love how, when I go home, all that just seems to disappear. It can't affect me while I'm home, wrapped in a blanket covered in dog fur, eating some mom-cooked food. But alas, I don't get to go home for a real visit probably until Thanksgiving. I'll be home for a night in a couple weeks, but I won't even be there for 24 hours, so it doesn't really count. I just need a few nights at home, but I'll just have to suck it up.
But at least I don't have to wait a month to see my family. Mom and Dad are coming down to Stark this weekend for the Phi Lamb family tailgate. I'd love for them to come to the game, but mom doesn't like football (why am I the only person in my family that gives a flying snot about sports?). But speaking of football:
Did I mention Mississippi State is #23 in the nation?
Did I mention we are bowl eligible??
seriously. We are 6-2 this season, 2-2 in the SEC. We. Beat. Florida. We are one of the 5 ranked SEC teams, and one of the 4 bowl eligible SEC teams, the other 3 being Alabama, Auburn, and LSU. People say that they find it hilarious that Florida lost to us, and when I asked why, they responded "Because MSU is horrible!" ummm... 'Scuse me? We are 6 and 2. The only two teams we have lost to are Auburn and Lsu who are 8-0 and 7-1, numbers 3 and 12 in the nation, respectively, but thats just because LSU dropped a million spots when they lost to Auburn. I'm not ashamed to say we lost to an undefeated team. We put up a fight.
Well, I'm off my MSU soapbox. I just can't stand when people don't know what they're talking about. People need to pay attention.
Hang on. Back on the soapbox. People. Ring responsibly. The SEC isn't playing around. They never were. This stuff is serious. I don't want to have to go through a metal detector to get in Davis Wade next year. Forget respect the bell, its time to save the bell. I plan on giving my children cowbells. It'd be nice if they had a place to ring it. Bells are meant to be rung inside Davis Wade stadium, not sit on a shelf in my dorm room collecting dust. We're already being fined from the Auburn and Georgia games. We have 2 home games left, both of which are conference games, so we need to get it together. It isn't that hard to set down your bell for 5 minutes and shake a pompom. And guys, I don't want to hear about pompoms being girly.
Real men respect the bell.
Ok, I think I can put the soapbox away now. People just frustrate me. There needs to be 30 hours in a day. That way, I might have time for everything. I just need Christmas break. Like, now.
"Good Grades; Social Life; Adequate Sleep. Pick Two.
Welcome to College."
I seriously am freaking out about the next month and a half. Thats how long I have left. Within that time I'll hopefully find out if I got the position with Mission Serve (I wish they would hurry up and hurry up). I've been so nervous about that application and I sent it in over two months ago. I'm going to be beyond brokenhearted if I don't get this position, but I know there's a good chance I'm just setting myself up to be disappointed.
I know I sound like a freshman by saying this, but I just want to go home. I'm sick of this dorm room and I'm sick of cafeteria food. And physics. And organic. I love how, when I go home, all that just seems to disappear. It can't affect me while I'm home, wrapped in a blanket covered in dog fur, eating some mom-cooked food. But alas, I don't get to go home for a real visit probably until Thanksgiving. I'll be home for a night in a couple weeks, but I won't even be there for 24 hours, so it doesn't really count. I just need a few nights at home, but I'll just have to suck it up.
But at least I don't have to wait a month to see my family. Mom and Dad are coming down to Stark this weekend for the Phi Lamb family tailgate. I'd love for them to come to the game, but mom doesn't like football (why am I the only person in my family that gives a flying snot about sports?). But speaking of football:
Did I mention Mississippi State is #23 in the nation?
Did I mention we are bowl eligible??
seriously. We are 6-2 this season, 2-2 in the SEC. We. Beat. Florida. We are one of the 5 ranked SEC teams, and one of the 4 bowl eligible SEC teams, the other 3 being Alabama, Auburn, and LSU. People say that they find it hilarious that Florida lost to us, and when I asked why, they responded "Because MSU is horrible!" ummm... 'Scuse me? We are 6 and 2. The only two teams we have lost to are Auburn and Lsu who are 8-0 and 7-1, numbers 3 and 12 in the nation, respectively, but thats just because LSU dropped a million spots when they lost to Auburn. I'm not ashamed to say we lost to an undefeated team. We put up a fight.
Well, I'm off my MSU soapbox. I just can't stand when people don't know what they're talking about. People need to pay attention.
Hang on. Back on the soapbox. People. Ring responsibly. The SEC isn't playing around. They never were. This stuff is serious. I don't want to have to go through a metal detector to get in Davis Wade next year. Forget respect the bell, its time to save the bell. I plan on giving my children cowbells. It'd be nice if they had a place to ring it. Bells are meant to be rung inside Davis Wade stadium, not sit on a shelf in my dorm room collecting dust. We're already being fined from the Auburn and Georgia games. We have 2 home games left, both of which are conference games, so we need to get it together. It isn't that hard to set down your bell for 5 minutes and shake a pompom. And guys, I don't want to hear about pompoms being girly.
Real men respect the bell.
Ok, I think I can put the soapbox away now. People just frustrate me. There needs to be 30 hours in a day. That way, I might have time for everything. I just need Christmas break. Like, now.
"Good Grades; Social Life; Adequate Sleep. Pick Two.
Welcome to College."
Sunday, September 26, 2010
with praise our cowbells ring.
I love Mississippi State.
No, strike that. I ADORE Mississippi State, and last night, that adoration was magnified to a whole 'nother level. Last night, we proved why we're a part of the SEC. Last night, Dan and our boys showed Georgia what its like to be a True Bulldog. That was seriously one of the best games of my life. I laughed. I cried. I almost choked on my pom pom. I screamed. I rang. I can hardly put into words how much I love this university. I truly believe that there is no sound more beautiful than 50,000 cowbells ringing together in a perfect harmony. I get chills when Bully and the team run onto the field, and singing the alma mater with the student section makes me tear up. I'm not going to lie. Last semester, things got so rough that I gave serious consideration to transferring back home. But then I remember where I am. I can't even fathom leaving this place. Leaving Mississippi State would leave a whole in my life so enormous, nothing could ever have the hopes of even beginning to fill it. Mississippi State has changed my life for the better and for good (yes, I just quoted Wicked :)) But seriously. I can't see myself anywhere else. I don't belong on a quad. I belong on the Drill Field. I don't need to be wearing orange, red, blue, yellow, crimson, purple, gold, or black. The only colors I will ever belong in are Maroon and White. I won't ever be a Vol, a Tiger, a Wildcat, a Gator, or (god forbid) a Rebel. I will always be a Bulldog. A Bulldog til I die. Don't hand me a shaker unless I've got a cowbell in my other hand. I want to tailgate on the Junction. I want to take a walk down Engineering Row. I want to eat at Mugshots and Bulldog Deli. Oby's and City Bagel. I want to stroll down Main Street. I want to play in the rain in the courtyard. I want to scream at a Dawg Rally. I want to dance at Barn Party. I want to be a Rowdy at the Hump. I want to ring my bell at Davis Wade. I want to see our boys on Scott Field.
I could go on and on, but I believe I've made my point.
Maroon and White. Maroon and White.
Of thee with joy we sing.
Thy colors bright, our souls delight,
With praise our cowbells ring.
No, strike that. I ADORE Mississippi State, and last night, that adoration was magnified to a whole 'nother level. Last night, we proved why we're a part of the SEC. Last night, Dan and our boys showed Georgia what its like to be a True Bulldog. That was seriously one of the best games of my life. I laughed. I cried. I almost choked on my pom pom. I screamed. I rang. I can hardly put into words how much I love this university. I truly believe that there is no sound more beautiful than 50,000 cowbells ringing together in a perfect harmony. I get chills when Bully and the team run onto the field, and singing the alma mater with the student section makes me tear up. I'm not going to lie. Last semester, things got so rough that I gave serious consideration to transferring back home. But then I remember where I am. I can't even fathom leaving this place. Leaving Mississippi State would leave a whole in my life so enormous, nothing could ever have the hopes of even beginning to fill it. Mississippi State has changed my life for the better and for good (yes, I just quoted Wicked :)) But seriously. I can't see myself anywhere else. I don't belong on a quad. I belong on the Drill Field. I don't need to be wearing orange, red, blue, yellow, crimson, purple, gold, or black. The only colors I will ever belong in are Maroon and White. I won't ever be a Vol, a Tiger, a Wildcat, a Gator, or (god forbid) a Rebel. I will always be a Bulldog. A Bulldog til I die. Don't hand me a shaker unless I've got a cowbell in my other hand. I want to tailgate on the Junction. I want to take a walk down Engineering Row. I want to eat at Mugshots and Bulldog Deli. Oby's and City Bagel. I want to stroll down Main Street. I want to play in the rain in the courtyard. I want to scream at a Dawg Rally. I want to dance at Barn Party. I want to be a Rowdy at the Hump. I want to ring my bell at Davis Wade. I want to see our boys on Scott Field.
I could go on and on, but I believe I've made my point.
Maroon and White. Maroon and White.
Of thee with joy we sing.
Thy colors bright, our souls delight,
With praise our cowbells ring.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
forreal.
I hate test week. With a passion.You know what week I'm talking about. That one week every month or so that, just the way the chapters fall, everyone seems to have a test in every class.
It is during this first test week that I have discovered that campus is super creepy at 5:45 in the morning when the sun hasn't come up yet. The entire time I was walking to the Union I was clutching my wristlet with my brick of a phone inside it, ready to beat someone down if I needed to.
Why was I walking around campus before sunrise you may ask? Cell Biology. That's why. My first slap from test week was my Cell Bio exam at 8 this morning, though it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Well, I say that. What I really mean was that I was expecting cold-blooded death on paper, while it was really more like a brutal mugging in a dark alleyway on paper. Forreal.
Tomorrow is when I've got my 1-2 punch. I have Organic Chemistry and Physics, back to back. Shoot me. I honestly don't think Physics will be too bad. My professor is kind of an idiot, so I doubt he could make that complicated of a test. It's Organic that's going to eat me. Like legitimately eat me. There's a god bit of stuff that just goes over my head. Like chair conformations. They don't even look like chairs! They look like lopsided bowties! Ugh.
I give up. I'm becoming an Art major.
At least hell week - oh sorry - test week ends on a high note. That's right. Tomorrow is
*que cowbells*
Tomorrow evening, my Bulldogs take on the Auburn kittens *ahem* Tigers, and I'm absolutely pumped. I think one person has me beat though. As I was walking in front of the Perry, I saw a young man, wearing a maroon wig, ferociously skipping down the street, singing "Tomorrow! Tomorrow! It's Gameday tomorrow! It's only a day away!" I wish I could be as awesome as him. Forreal. Campus is going to be beyond insane tomorrow. Especially with the university closing the parking lots at 11 (forreal?). But regardless, the bizarreness of a Thursday night game will quickly be offset by the awesomeness of the game. I can't wait.
Well, I sure hope I survive tomorrow. Forreal :)
It is during this first test week that I have discovered that campus is super creepy at 5:45 in the morning when the sun hasn't come up yet. The entire time I was walking to the Union I was clutching my wristlet with my brick of a phone inside it, ready to beat someone down if I needed to.
Why was I walking around campus before sunrise you may ask? Cell Biology. That's why. My first slap from test week was my Cell Bio exam at 8 this morning, though it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Well, I say that. What I really mean was that I was expecting cold-blooded death on paper, while it was really more like a brutal mugging in a dark alleyway on paper. Forreal.
Tomorrow is when I've got my 1-2 punch. I have Organic Chemistry and Physics, back to back. Shoot me. I honestly don't think Physics will be too bad. My professor is kind of an idiot, so I doubt he could make that complicated of a test. It's Organic that's going to eat me. Like legitimately eat me. There's a god bit of stuff that just goes over my head. Like chair conformations. They don't even look like chairs! They look like lopsided bowties! Ugh.
I give up. I'm becoming an Art major.
At least hell week - oh sorry - test week ends on a high note. That's right. Tomorrow is
*que cowbells*
Round 2 of the
Bulldog vs Tiger
SHOWDOWN!!!!
Tomorrow evening, my Bulldogs take on the Auburn kittens *ahem* Tigers, and I'm absolutely pumped. I think one person has me beat though. As I was walking in front of the Perry, I saw a young man, wearing a maroon wig, ferociously skipping down the street, singing "Tomorrow! Tomorrow! It's Gameday tomorrow! It's only a day away!" I wish I could be as awesome as him. Forreal. Campus is going to be beyond insane tomorrow. Especially with the university closing the parking lots at 11 (forreal?). But regardless, the bizarreness of a Thursday night game will quickly be offset by the awesomeness of the game. I can't wait.
Well, I sure hope I survive tomorrow. Forreal :)
Sunday, August 22, 2010
the beginning
And so it begins.
Sophomore year is officially underway. We've had three days of classes, and I can already tell you, its going to be a wild ride. I'm taking 19 hours, which will probably kill me, though I'm going to talk to my advisor tomorrow, to see if she thinks I should drop physics (which I'm taking in addition to cell biology, organic chemistry, and 3 other classes), or if I should just tough it out and get it out of the way. this semester is going to be legitimately insane.
Tomorrow is also (que fanfare) Season Tickets Day! I've been waiting for this day, because it finally means the beginning of football season, the best time of the year. I love going through the gate, this year with cowbell proudly in hand, and up the ramp, and seeing Davis Wade Stadium open up around me. There is no feeling more wonderful than celebrating a victory with 55,000 other members of the Bulldog family. There is no sound more beautiful than the glorious harmony of a stadium full of cowbells. I love being in a place that breathes football and bleeds maroon and white.
I'm also working on my application to work with Mission Serve next summer. Being able to work for Mission Serve is one of the few things that I want as much as life itself (the other being winning a spot in the Capture Memphis photography contest, but I'll get to that in a minute). I've been doing World Changers/Mission Serve for the past 7 years, but I want more. I don't just want to go for a week and work. I want to spend a whole summer working with the kids that are willing to give up parts of their lives to work for strangers. I want to work for those willing to work for God.
Anyways, for those of you that don't know (I'm surprised if you don't, because I sent about 100 people Facebook messages), Capture Memphis is a photography contest, whose mission is to, obviously, Capture Memphis. The winning photos get published in a book at the end of the year, but the end of the actual contest is next week, so I 'm putting in plugs for my photos whenever I can. If you haven't already voted, PLEASE go to capturememphis.com, crate an account, search for my name, and vote for my photos. This, I actually want more than life itself. One of the things on my bucket list is to be published in some form, and though I had uncredited photos in the senior yearbook, and a photo in the MSU newspaper, The Reflector, this book means so much more to me. How many people can say they have a photograph published in a book? A book. Not just a yearbook, where only a few students will see it, or a newspaper, where it will be glanced at and then thrown in the trash, but a book. A book that will be seen by maybe thousands of people. A book that will be on coffee tables around the city. This seriously means the world to me.
I still can't believe I'm a Sophomore in college. Um, 'scuse me? Can I get a refund on last year? Or like a recap dvd? I think I blinked and missed it.
Sophomore year is officially underway. We've had three days of classes, and I can already tell you, its going to be a wild ride. I'm taking 19 hours, which will probably kill me, though I'm going to talk to my advisor tomorrow, to see if she thinks I should drop physics (which I'm taking in addition to cell biology, organic chemistry, and 3 other classes), or if I should just tough it out and get it out of the way. this semester is going to be legitimately insane.
Tomorrow is also (que fanfare) Season Tickets Day! I've been waiting for this day, because it finally means the beginning of football season, the best time of the year. I love going through the gate, this year with cowbell proudly in hand, and up the ramp, and seeing Davis Wade Stadium open up around me. There is no feeling more wonderful than celebrating a victory with 55,000 other members of the Bulldog family. There is no sound more beautiful than the glorious harmony of a stadium full of cowbells. I love being in a place that breathes football and bleeds maroon and white.
I'm also working on my application to work with Mission Serve next summer. Being able to work for Mission Serve is one of the few things that I want as much as life itself (the other being winning a spot in the Capture Memphis photography contest, but I'll get to that in a minute). I've been doing World Changers/Mission Serve for the past 7 years, but I want more. I don't just want to go for a week and work. I want to spend a whole summer working with the kids that are willing to give up parts of their lives to work for strangers. I want to work for those willing to work for God.
Anyways, for those of you that don't know (I'm surprised if you don't, because I sent about 100 people Facebook messages), Capture Memphis is a photography contest, whose mission is to, obviously, Capture Memphis. The winning photos get published in a book at the end of the year, but the end of the actual contest is next week, so I 'm putting in plugs for my photos whenever I can. If you haven't already voted, PLEASE go to capturememphis.com, crate an account, search for my name, and vote for my photos. This, I actually want more than life itself. One of the things on my bucket list is to be published in some form, and though I had uncredited photos in the senior yearbook, and a photo in the MSU newspaper, The Reflector, this book means so much more to me. How many people can say they have a photograph published in a book? A book. Not just a yearbook, where only a few students will see it, or a newspaper, where it will be glanced at and then thrown in the trash, but a book. A book that will be seen by maybe thousands of people. A book that will be on coffee tables around the city. This seriously means the world to me.
I still can't believe I'm a Sophomore in college. Um, 'scuse me? Can I get a refund on last year? Or like a recap dvd? I think I blinked and missed it.
Monday, August 9, 2010
lets do this.
Well, here I am. I honestly never saw myself having a blog. I can barely keep up a written journal that I keep readily available next to my bed, so how can I expect myself to consistently post something that requires more effort? We'll see how well this goes...
I've got less than 48 hours until I return to God's Country (that's Mississippi State for the uninformed) and I can hardly contain my excitement, along with a few other emotions. I'm not going to lie, I'm scared. Again. You'd think that since I've got one year of college under my belt, that I would have no problem returning.I mean, I'm not terrified like I was this time last year, but I'm a little unnerved. I have no idea what to expect in the next semester and I still have so much to do to prepare for it. I still have sooooo much left to pack, and frankly, I haven't even made my list of WHAT to pack, so for now, I'm going in blind, because, if you know me at all, you know its almost impossible for me to pack for anything without making a very detailed list. I have to get all of my books for my classes, make sure I know where those classes are, make sure I see all of my friends before I leave, see all of my family, reacclimate myself to Starkville and college life, and finally stop slacking on my Historian duties and get the Phi Lamb scrapbook done, which I have been putting off all summer and have yet to start.
I'm finally beginning to feel that Starkville is home. Not that Memphis isn't, my heart will always be here, but Starkville isn't just where I go to school. It's where I live, it's where my friends are, it's where I plan on spending the next several years of my life. I'm just so excited about Wednesday. I've got to leave home to go home. I think I'm ready. I better be :)
I've got less than 48 hours until I return to God's Country (that's Mississippi State for the uninformed) and I can hardly contain my excitement, along with a few other emotions. I'm not going to lie, I'm scared. Again. You'd think that since I've got one year of college under my belt, that I would have no problem returning.I mean, I'm not terrified like I was this time last year, but I'm a little unnerved. I have no idea what to expect in the next semester and I still have so much to do to prepare for it. I still have sooooo much left to pack, and frankly, I haven't even made my list of WHAT to pack, so for now, I'm going in blind, because, if you know me at all, you know its almost impossible for me to pack for anything without making a very detailed list. I have to get all of my books for my classes, make sure I know where those classes are, make sure I see all of my friends before I leave, see all of my family, reacclimate myself to Starkville and college life, and finally stop slacking on my Historian duties and get the Phi Lamb scrapbook done, which I have been putting off all summer and have yet to start.
I'm finally beginning to feel that Starkville is home. Not that Memphis isn't, my heart will always be here, but Starkville isn't just where I go to school. It's where I live, it's where my friends are, it's where I plan on spending the next several years of my life. I'm just so excited about Wednesday. I've got to leave home to go home. I think I'm ready. I better be :)
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