It's a rainy night in Georgia

Warm rainy nights are so nice.

Help

Six page research paper. I'm at the top of page four. I can do this.

Need to transfer arranging from computer to notebook.

Need to finish graph for tomorrow's presentation.

Getting work accomplished for Research would be nice, too.

Must finish Children's Play.

Letter of intent and resume are waiting to be finished.

Two rehearsals.

All of this before Thursday, and finals won't even start until next week.



Oh monkeys...I forgot that I have to move out of my apartment on Saturday.

Maybe I won't blog until finals are over.

Fun Fun Fun

Andrea and Brittany at Knight of Honor

Those cool kids I used to live with

Smile like you like each other...

Awesomest friends ever

Because they let you do things like this...

And then make strange faces with you

Before attempting to look normal

I can't believe Harold is leaving...I miss story time already

The graduates!

Hoppy Easter

I am probably one of the only twenty-one-year-olds who still gets an Easter basket, but I am more than okay with that. I'm sitting here in my floor, happily munching on sweet-tarts and watching Chronicles of Narnia bloopers. Mom and Dad know my love of fresh fruit, so I have a basket of apples and oranges downstairs. Happy little things. Furry pink bunnies. Sunrise services. I always love the sunrise service on Easter morning because of its quiet reverence. The earth is waking up from her beauty sleep and all the world is singing glory to the Creator. It is easiest for me to sense Gods' presence when witnessing the unmatched beauty of dawn and dusk. Such moments are particularly lovely this time of year. I often find myself in complete awe. There is such wonder in even the tiniest flower. "God must be a painter." I glance at the richly colored petals and wish that I had access to his paint supply. Man can only dream of creating such brilliance.

The past week in pictures

Ms. Jessica Lucas at her senior recital. Loverly.

Jessica and Erin at Kristin's for the Chronicles of Narnia

McGowan's

Before formal (wasn't quite ready for that shot)

Take two...

Close up...

Our boat! (hums Gilligan's Island theme)

Meghan and Whitney. Pretty pretty pretty.

Why am I so pale?

With Lori and Natalie. Love my girls.

It was a dark and stormy night...

Yeah. As you can see, much happiness. Take care!

"Just an old sweet song"

It's a crystal clear evening. Warm and windy. Whenever driving from middle Georgia to coastal Georgia, I love watching the transformation of the land. The mingling of Spanish moss and wisteria is a beauty I didn't know existed. Just before 7:00, I grabbed my camera, determined to capture live oaks and azaleas in the glow of the setting sun. Time stops here. It is slowed down by arching branches and curtains of moss.

The day began with a four hour AAMR conference. I was in charge of the instrument-making table and now have approximately 200 egg shakers in the trunk of my car. My second encounter with eggs involved throwing them at trees in the McGowan's back yard. Don't ask. I hit three out of five dead on and wished that good aim were of more use to me.

It is now twenty-four hours before formal. Tomorrow's forecast calls for an 80% chance of rain with the possibility of severe storms in the evening. I'm not sure how I feel about being on a river cruise during a thunderstorm.

"Through the storm we reach the shore"

I'm alternating between Practicum assignments and organizing my living space. My dresser drawers are now organized by color. Many papers have been trashed and those remaining are finding homes in labeled boxes. I usually manage to find what I'm looking for, but this should allow me to cut down on the search time. It will also help when I have to move in four weeks. Only four weeks. As I shuffled through old letters, ticket stubs, programs, and cards, I remembered sitting on my bedroom floor in the middle of an empty bed frame. No phone. No TV. No internet. Just me, an unorganized mess, bare walls, and the deserted summer campus. As I look around at my surroundings, it is hard to imagine that this is the same place. I hadn't really thought about the memories I have stored here. It will be good to leave some of them behind, but I hope to take others with me. There has been so much growth. Experiences I never would have expected. I have loved living with Jessica and getting to know her. I often marvel at the fact that we were brought together. It is strange when the lives of people intersect, and I can never pretend to understand how or why. It is all part of something much bigger than I am.

I suppose I should resume work on Practicum material. Thanks for the ears.