a boring but peaceful existence

It is a rainy Sunday afternoon and I can't think of anything to post about. Last night we chased a train and stalked a bald guy. Today I went to church. And got an extremely interesting facebook message. Apparently Kara and I are not the only ones who are capable of hacking into people's profiles. So sad.

Tonight I am going to Fireside Chat. My sister will be there!! Yay!! Then I have five finals in four days. Friday I am going home. :-)

This has been a brief update on the life of Sara...if you have anything more interesting to add, please do so...

A Dissertation on the Quality of Education at Purdue University

After Thursday night, I was most prepared to write a scathing post on the absolute lack of quality education in the School of Liberal Arts. This would no doubt have made certain engineers very happy.

However, Kara pointed out that I am far too right-brained to be an engineer, preferring drawing or writing (or a combination!) to solving math equations. Sadly, I haven't had time to post on this important topic until now. But now I am in a totally different state of mind. In layman's terms, my brain is fried. I have just finished a paper for my honors communication (Media & Society) class that is worth two point five zillion points and a major portion of our grades. This makes me think that my education is hard enough after all.

In order to more fully explain why I would ever even entertain for a half a second the idea of being an engineer, let me introduce you to a fellow named Jeremy.

Jeremy is a TA in the sociology department. He assists Dr. Steve Hillis in the teaching, if it can be called that, of Sociology 220, Social Problems. Let it suffice to say that I honestly don't know how SOC 100 can exist, because SOC 220 is as dumbed down as you can get.

Besides falling asleep in lecture with the rest of us, Jeremy administers help sessions before exams. On Thursday night's session, he explained that the test would cover the lectures on the War on Drugs from the last two weeks, as well as chapters 15-18. As always, the test is to be open-book and open-notes. After giving us 5 of the questions off the exam, and the answers (with a "don't tell Hillis" admonition), Jeremy proceeded to give us helpful hints on how to study.

"I recommend skimming through these (chapters)," Jeremy told us. "I don't think you really have to read them. Maybe don't even bothering studying (them). Just know your drugs."

Jeremy also had the wisdom to realize that many people skip class and thus did not get the drug information, which is not in the textbook. "You can listen to the lectures, but who wants to do that? Find someone who took notes."

Jeremy is quite right. I didn't really study for either of the last tests, and I have a 102% in the class. All of these realizations hit me as Kara and I left Beering after the help session. A fifth grader could take this class and pass with flying colors. I put that on my review for Dr. Hillis (don't worry; he won't get it until after I get my final grade.) What in the world am I doing here? Why am I not stretching my horizons and expanding my knowledge?

These thoughts were Thursday night. Now it's Saturday and I have spent the day stretching my horizons and expanding my knowledge. I'm learning after all, and now my blogging break is over and I must return to the books.

I joined a gang

Click here for prospective T-shirt design.

I'm going running. Gang members have to be in good shape to get away from the police and whatnot.

save the last dance for me

Last night I danced til they turned the music off. When I came home my foot was bleeding...and I didn't even know I had a blister.

All good things must end...

Student Receives Wake-Up Call: 'I'm Not Perfect,' She Says

This morning an Art History student snoozed gently for a period of about three minutes, several sources say. The amazing Ross Eugene Cerbus said he saw Sara Young, a freshman Liberal Arts student, nod off during A & D 227 at about 10 a.m.

"So are you going to blog about what a hypocrite you are?" Cerbus asked Young.

Young operates a blog which has numerous times poked fun at Cerbus for his lack of class-attending skills. She said this is the first time she has gotten caught sleeping in this class.

Kara Wegener, a sophomore majoring in Classics, wrote "Wake up, Sara" on Young's paper at the insistence of Cerbus. Cerbus said he would have liked to draw "a hundred tally marks" but he couldn't reach Young's paper.

"I suppose I'm not perfect," Young said. "At least I picked the right time to fall asleep."

Young does not believe she missed anything important. She said the same "globs of paint" were still on the slide projection screen when she opened her eyes.


Young said she is not a fan of Helen Frankenthaler, whose paintings were being discussed. (See "Summer Banners" at left.)

Despite the "humiliating experience" of this morning, Young said her nap did not negatively affect the rest of her day.

"I had the most exhilirating run in a long time," she said. "I ran up and down the hills in the woods and it was just awesome."

Young said she then attempted to get skin cancer. "I laid out in the grass and soaked up the sun for a few minutes."

The student's day got even better, she said.

"I shaved my legs and didn't cut myself once! Oh my, are you really going to publish that?"

I dare you

Have you heard the song "I Dare You" by Shinedown? I really liked it the first time I heard it. It was about 10 p.m. a few weeks ago and I was running up and down the stairs of the parking garage out by Purdue West. Yes, I know I'm crazy. Please don't give me any lectures about girls alone at night. At least I was in a well-lit area and who wants to chase a girl who's sprinting up a staircase, anyway? It gets you kind of out of breath rather quickly.

But to return to the song, the lyrics got stuck in my head and as a result I got thinking about what they mean. Here they are, with my (not so) insightful comments...

Hello, let me introduce you to
The characters in the show
One says yes, one says no
Decide - which voice in your head you can keep alive

Even in madness, I know you still believe
Paint me your canvas so I become
What you could never be

I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
wear my soul and call me a liar
I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
I dare you to tell me
I dare you to

Hello, are you still chasing
The memories in shadows
Some stay young, some grow old
Come alive, there are thoughts unclear
You can never hide

Even in madness, I know you still believe
Paint me your canvas so I become
What you could never be

I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
wear my soul and call me a liar
I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
I dare you to tell me
I dare you to

HelloHello...I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
Brand my soul and call me a liar
I dare you to tell me to walk through the fire
I dare you to tell me
I dare you to

Hello...Hello...I dare you to tell me
I dare you to
I dare you to tell me
I dare you to

Supposedly there's no good story without a conflict, and this one is evident from the very start: the "voices in your head". Even atheists have consciences. We read a letter to the editor in Sunday school this week that stated that the author believes he has a "moral compass" independent of God. Uh, think again, buddy... To me, the conscience is just one more evidence of God.

The second stanza makes it seem like someone wants his life lived out through the singer ("paint me your canvas so I become what you could never be"). This is responded to with the taunt of "I dare you to tell me to walk through fire"--presumably the singer has no intentions of being something for someone else. I don't either. I'm not perfect, and I have a lot to work on. For a friend, I might become something, but only if it's in line with what God wants. I don't ever want to catch myself changing because I'm trying to impress someone. I hope to catch myself doing LOTS of changing to line myself up with the standards of God's Word.

The third stanza is about the past. First it makes an allusion to remembering the past (chasing memories) and then it reminds us that you can't get away from it ("You can never hide"). The past is one of those things that's tricky to balance. I try to forget it, and sometimes that works, but a lot of times it doesn't. I dwell on it too much, and forget to live in the here and now, and miss what's going on under my nose.

I really don't get exactly what this song is about. I don't think you're supposed to. Like the liar part...what is that about?

true art

Today in Art History class (which the amazing Ross Cerbus attended) we were treated a lecture on modern architecture, which Kara denounced as "ugly." Yes, some of it is not attractive in the least; for example this rather plainish apartment building by Mies Van Der Rohe lacks any excitement or ravishing beauty. However, when I think of Mies Van Der Rohe I get excited because what comes to mind is lovely chairs such as the following.

This one is called a Barcelona chair and it is quite a classic.



Here is another example in radiant color. Sigh... (The sigh is what happens you gaze at this and then look up to be surrounded by a dorm room that pretty much lacks any aesthetic qualities.)



Last piece of furniture, I promise. I suppose the Barcelona chair is his best and I won't make you look at any more metal and leather concoctions after this:


So why does Professor Parrish feel that he must show pictures of large glass boxes but he omits chairs which very clearly are art of a high order? This might be the first time I am disappointed in this class. No, I was disappointed after some naked-women lectures too, I suppose.

Good night!

My toes hurt.

That might have something to do with the fact that one of them was spurting blood earlier today.

Saturday

Today is Saturday. That is wonderful for several reasons including NO CLASS and my sister is up here. I actually got up at a decent hour (8:30!!) which is pretty unusual for a Saturday in general and even more unusual for a Saturday following a Friday that I was out til nearly two.

Friday morning the amazing Ross Eugene Cerbus skipped class yet again. I am highly disappointed in him. At the rally he gave an incredibly lame excuse for his absence.

Me: (glare)
Ross: Umm?
Me: Ahem.
Ross: I had better things to do!!

Yeah right. Nothing is more important than seeing pictures of huge sculptures shaped like clothespins. Don't quote me on that.

So right now I am supposed to be finishing up an article for the Exponent before we go eat...and of course instead I am being struck with the fact that my blog simply MUST be updated.

More insightful comments next time, I promise.

Oh, one more thing...I've thinking about the purpose of my blog. Do you guys want to know what's going on with me? Do you want little funny snipits of life like the amazing Ross examples? What's going on in my head, like the definition of contentment (which was in no way supposed to suggest that you have to be old/poor/anything to be content, David)?

dictionary

content (adj): Bob and Ginny are a couple in their 60s. They live in a little house nestled between two mountains in South Carolina. Both are retired, although Ginny works every other Saturday in a boutique in town. They have seven grandchildren who visit in the summertime. Bob likes to fish in the lake that borders their backyard, and Ginny delights in growing eight-foot sunflowers in their front yard. They have to be careful with their money and a trip to a local restaurant once a month is their special treat. On cold winter evenings, Ginny makes hot chocolate and they sit in front of the fire. Ginny knits and Bob works New York Times crossword puzzles, although lately he has started doing Sudokus, thanks to one of his grandchildren who introduced him to them. Sometimes when Ginny is cooking Bob will catch her eye across the kitchen. His blue eyes have a twinkle and Ginny remembers the night they met.

So, what's your definition?

the nose knows

I detest stinky things. I especially have a distaste for certain stinky things discussed during dinner. Discussing the discussion of such things nearly led to a choking-on-a-Skittle episode earlier in the evening. That was not particularly pleasant but it was very humorous. Unfortunately I was laughing too hard at the humorous side of it to stop the choking part of it. But, quite enough about that indeed.

I am not the only one who prefers things to smell good. God does too, I (re)discovered while reading Philipians tonight. "...having received from Epaphroditus what you have sent, a fragrant aroma, an acceptable sacrifice, well-pleasing to God." In other words, helping each other out smells like Bath and Body Work's Moonlight Path to God. Furthermore, as Christians, we are supposed to scent the entire earth. (II Cor. 2:15: "For we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those are being saved and among those who are perishing.") And on certain pollutant-filled days, Lafayette sure could use it-whooee!

And that concludes the stuff to sniff over for the day.

No, wait, I can't be done! I haven't discussed the amazing Ross at all! Today Ross nodded off in class while I doodled on his notes. The proportion of doodles by me on Ross's notes is very directly proportionate to the amount of snoozing the amazing Ross accomplishes during the lecture. Today he also managed a very amusing head-bobbing motion that nearly hit me but failed to rouse the amazing Ross from what I am sure were amazing dreams.

Cheerio! Bon soir!

for your entertainment and nothing more

Random quotes...

"Springtime and frat boys!!" (sung while skipping down Russell St.)
~Kara Anne Wegener

"I don't want to be on your blog."
~A Mysterious Person who declined to be the next Ross Cerbus of the blog

"I like nicotine..." (notices he is talking about the cup of coffee he is holding) "...oh, well, I like nicotine, too, but I like a little caffeine in the morning."
~Professor Steve Hillis
You do not want to know what else he said. I don't either but unfortuantely I do.

"Ummm."
~Josh Johnson, on being asked if his girlfriend knew he went home for the weekend

"Ummm."
~Josh Johnson, on being asked if he knows the date of his girlfriend's birthday

"Ummm."
~Josh Johnson, on being asked if his girlfriend exists

"I've met her!"
~Stephen Paul Roberts, who doesn't want to be blogged about any more (ooops)

Obviously, if I had seen the amazing Ross Eugene Cerbus today, this would not be filled with random quotes but would instead contain a blow-by-blow account of the escapades of the amazing Ross.

things

Thing Number One

Follow the instructions. Yes, it's really that easy.

1. Are you a highschool senior?
~yes: go to question 2
~no: go to question 6

2. Are you doing anything the evening of Sunday, April 30?
~yes: go to question 4
~no: go to question 3

3. Perfect! Come to Fireside Chat for High School Seniors at the Long's after evening service. It's on the 30th at I believe 8:30 p.m. There is food and a Bible lesson and I will be there (exciting, no?). Do you need directions?
~no: I love you
~yes: call someone. That's not me. Or call me to get the number of someone that's not me.

4. Will you die if you don't do this thing?
~yes: What the...? Refer to question 5.
~no: go to question 3

5. This question will introduce you to something known as Priorities. Priorities dictate what you do and when you do it. Your number one Priority should be following God. Number two is probably obeying your parents. Going to parties/basketball games/doing homework on Sunday evenings when you should be at Fireside/etc are not on this list. If you are not violating a Priority by going to Fireside, go to question 3.

6. Are you in high school?
~no: See question 7.
~yes: That's nice. Don't worry, you'll get out soon and then you can come to Purdue!!

7. Are you in college?
~yes: see number 8
~no: good for you. Homework is not cool.

8. Are you at Purdue?
~yes: Very good. Come represent your school to impressionable young high schoolers by going to Fireside Chat on the 30th.
~no: What's wrong with you? Please submit a two-page essay to young16@purdue.edu and I'll decide if your excuse for not attending this school is good enough that I won't poke fun at you constantly.

Thing Number Two
Thing number two is just a recap of my life lately. I went to Kara's for the weekend and had a grand time. We sheared her goats, went on an eleven-mile bike ride involving a few too many Bloomington hills, went to her grandma's, got up early to see the sunrise, went to her church, baked delicious things like challah and granola bars, went to small group for her church for about 20 minutes, drove around in Andrew's new car, tried not to get kissed in the gazebo by an overzealous Bloomingtonian who LOST my ring, went on a hike and did various other things with the plethora of Wegener kids. (Nine total: Andrew and Kara of course, and Kristin, Jonathon, Peter, Amanda, Faith, Paul and Ben who is soooo cute!!! Yessss I remembered all of them!)

Thing Number Three
...is the amazing Ross Eugene Cerbus review!! Today Ross came to class. He said he had had a good weekend. He did not fall asleep that I am aware of, which truly is amazing.

Thing Number Four
...is an exasperated scream as Sara realizes her Comm paper is supposed to be a zillion pages long and she hasn't researched at all yet.

God makes the front page

I wrote this for a blog for my media & society class. It might be of interest to some of you, too...


Christianity is finding a place in mainstream media, for better or worse. Today’s USA Today had an article on Hollywood and Christianity as its front page headliner.

The article lists box-office hits with a Christian theme, like The Passion of the Christ and Chronicles of Narnia, and it also mentions several more slated for release this year and next, such as Preaching to the Choir and of course The Da Vinci Code. The article says Hollywood is finally catching on to an audience segment that the literary world has been cashing in on “for decades.”

The article mentions that Christians are not being pandered to, but gives no good argument to prove this except a few quotes about how religion is a hot discussion topic right now. Da Vinci director Ron Howard said he is not “catering” to anyone, but is there to make a movie. I have no doubt about that one, since The Da Vinci Code is not something many Christians agree with anyway.

A pastor from Arizona said in the article that churches welcome faith-based films as much as Hollywood welcomes the faith-based money.

But that’s just it: Hollywood is in it for the money. A movie may have a “Christian” world view, but for all you know, the actors’ next roles include frontal nudity and a cuss word every other sentence.

As a Christian, I try to avoid movies that I know contain things I might be offended by, like blatant sex. But I’m also feeling tempted to avoid movies that cater to my beliefs for the sole purpose of lining Hollywood’s pockets just a little more.

Yes, actors are supposed to embrace their roles and be versatile enough to “become” anyone for the duration of a movie. I understand and respect that what I see on the screen is not who that person really is. But I’m not feeling inclined to go to a movie that was produced just to make a buck off my faith.

soccer team loses for the last time

The Hedgehogs lost their first game in the tournament, which means they are now officially out. Captain Ross Cerbus seems to have nothing to say other than that he is not particularly planning on being at class Friday morning. Presumably this has more to do with the gigantic load of French homework Cerbus claims to have than depression from the 0-3 loss the Hedgehogs endured tonight.

Hedgehogs player Sara Young said although she is disappointed, life will go on.

"This weekend I'm going to Bloomington," Young said. "That should be fun."

Young did not say what she is planning on doing in enemy territory. She did mention her plans for the immediate future, which included a top bunkbed in Windsor Residence Halls and sweet dreams.

the amazing Ross review

There is a copycat in Blogland. Yes, dear readers, there is another person who finds posting about the amazing Ross Eugene Cerbus as irresistibly fun as I do! Patrick Daniel Blue seems unable to find his own interesting blog fodder and has resorted to his own commentary on the amazing Ross. Nevertheless, here is today's amazing Ross review...

[Kara and Sara are walking along a sidewalk at Indiana's finest university on a lovely spring morning as they discuss various things of interest.]

Kara: Did you see that guy?
Sara: The one with the thing on his nose? I bet he broke it.
Kara: I wonder how he did it! Maybe he was riding his bike and fell off.
Sara: Maybe he was drunk and walked into a wall.
Kara: Oh, yeah, we are on a college campus. Hey, I wonder what Ross will do today that you can blog about.
Sara: Well, if he doesn't do anything, maybe I can ask him to stand on his head in front of the class or something.

[The scene changes to inside EE 170. Sara and Kara are seated beside Bonnie and the amazing Ross Cerbus. Kara is talking to Bonnie. Sara and the amazing Ross are both sort of staring off into space. A girl is walking in the door with her boyfriend. They kiss briefly and he leaves.]

the amazing Ross: Aw!
Sara: (snort, giggle) WHAT? Ross, you are so girly!
Kara: What did he do?
Sara: That couple just kissed and Ross went, "Aw!"
the amazing Ross: That's not girly! Besides, I was being sarcastic.
Sara: That was not a sarcastic "Aw."
Kara: Hey, now you have something to blog about.
the amazing Ross: I'm not girly!

[Life goes on.]

So, do you people prefer a) play scenes like the one above, b) newspaper articles like the one about the Hedgehogs, c) random blabber like what is going on right now or d) a mix of all? (Note that e) Sara shuts up, is not a choice. And if you think that, you shouldn't be reading my blog anyway!)

More Ross updates on Friday, unless I go to Green Gables tomorrow night, which I may do if I am running low on blogging ideas.

This shall be short and to the point since there is a French paper that needs writing.

This morning I got up early and went to arouse Kara from her sweet slumber. Thankfully she was already awake and searching for shoes or something like that. We rode our bikes out to the bridge between Lafayette and West Lafayette where we stood for about half an hour and watched the sunrise. I can't remember the last time I saw a sunrise, and it was beautiful. The city was just starting to wake up, and cars and buses and an occasional train were scurrying about, but over it all was a huge, peaceful, breath-taking sky. It's like the hand of God--we scurry around and think our actions are so important and God rests quietly above it all. He's in control :-).

an amazing boy and some not so amazing...

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is yet one more post about the amazing Ross Eugene Cerbus!!!!

Today Kara and I revealed to the amazing Ross one of the main reasons we find him so amazing. Sadly, instead of taking this compliment in the humble fashion one would expect from such a person, Ross accused us of arrogance. However, since this is only one instance in a long string of amazing Ross actions, I shall forgive him.

The event went something like this...

[Setting: Awaiting commencement of Art History 227, an important conversation is taking place between three of the students who actually bothered to come to lecture...]

Me: Yeah, Ross, we really like that you have a girlfriend.
Ross: (confused look--after all most girls are probably disappointed that the amazing Ross Cerbus is taken) Huh?
Kara: We're really glad that you're going out with Katie.
Me: Yeah, that way you won't fall in love with us!
Ross: Isn't that a bit...(the Cerbus dictionary is searched for the right word) arrogant of you?
Kara: Not if you've been us for the last few weeks!
(Sara and Kara share a knowing look of the type that can only be shared by two girls who have spent far too much of the preceding week or so talking about the confusing actions of boys around them.)

For those of you guys who do not possess the type of amazingness just discussed to be in Ross (i.e. not single), I have some advice. Do not express any desire to date me after quiet hours. I discovered last night that this makes me yell. Loudly. Such an action is immediately followed by a "Hush, Sara! It's quiet hours!" from my roommate. Then of course comes a "Which boy is it now?" See, boys seem to have been producing exasperated yelling from me lately. This yelling is not of the type that the sorority pledges on my floor exhibit ("He asked me out! What should I wear!!!") This type of yelling is something more like, "The entire male population of Indiana is insane!!!"

Honestly. I should get a tattoo on my forehead that says "Please do not talk to this girl if you are a single male, as her lungs are wearing thin." Or perpetually walk around with my nose in I Kissed Dating Good-bye, which I still have not finished. That probably is a much better choice for several reasons, namely a) I am never getting a tattoo in my life, b) I don't have to worry about tattoo artists misspelling anything, and c) when my prince comes along, it can be handily stowed away.

Today is the start of the blogging tournament, so if you feel any inclination to comment, by all means do so. If you don't feel any inclination, I shall take it as a hint and make my next post more interesting. Ciao!

interested?

Today I did several things of interest for those of you who are interested.

I went to church and afterwards had lunch at the Humphrey's. That was very enjoyable :-). Emily made us a Chinese feast.

Then I rearranged a sentence about five times for my editor (actually, the assistant editor, if you want to get nitpicky). That was fun, believe it or not. It was especially funny when he finally got the meaning of the sentence, which the entire office knew except for him. There was a small laugh at his expense. Probably it was good though, because who knows, there could be some reader out there who would be as confused as he was and now it's all nice and logical.

On the way back to my dorm I nearly beheaded a squirrel with my bike. What does that mean? That means we have too many squirrels.

Then I embarrassed myself in a certain way involving loud yelling at perhaps not the right time. It was hilarious, though, and I still laugh at my ditzy self when I think about it.

This evening I rode my bike to church with Kara, Patrick, Andrew, Mia and Josh. Hills hurt, going up. They are wonderful going down however. The sermon was excellent and well worth the hill climbing we had to endure in order to get there. Pastor Olivetti preached from Proverbs on the importance of working hard and upholding truth. ("Truth and toil"). It was a very inspiring message to begin my school week. I am going to be sad when we get through Proverbs because there are always such good lessons to learn from them, and right when I need them too! (Namely, right before Monday morning.)

Currently, the clock is reading "get in bed" so I think I shall take its advice and head that way.

End of lackluster day in sight for Purdue undergrad

A Purdue freshman in the College of Liberal Arts sat down to her Dell laptop after a long day on campus. Sara Young, who is in her second semester at Indiana's finest school, said the highlight of her day had been a slice of cheesecake at Fred and Mary Ford Dining Court.

"Seriously, all I had for lunch was an orange," Young said. "I had to peel it on my desk and my professor was looking at me funny."

Her professor said Young often does strange things in class. Young's roommate, Tiffany Iiams, would concur but she was unreachable.

"My room was empty when I got back from my chem test," Young said. "I miss my roomie. Where is she?"

Young said the main reason for the word "lackluster" in the title above is the aforementioned chem test, as well as the studying that preceded it. However Young also said that her day was about to get much better.

"Whoa dude I just got an invitation to Lindsay's wedding! How cute!" Young exclaimed. (Please note that this reporter tried her best to keep the interview on track; however, some interviewees...well you know....)

Young aw'd at the pink slip of paper some more and then said she had to go get ready for the arrival of a Mustang.

"It's an automatic, isn't that sad," Young said.

This reporter is by now thoroughly mystified.

Defeated soccer team exuberant over best loss yet

The Hedgehogs' captain scored one point in tonight's game against the ominous "yellow guys", putting the final score at 1-6. Ross Cerbus led the team to sweet defeat with a goal in the second half.

Sara Young, Hedgehog player, benchwarmer and cheerleader, said, "It was amazing. I've never seen that happen before." Young declined to comment on why she is on a soccer team in the Men's Open division.

John Cavanaugh, another Hedgehog player, said, "I smell victory!" *

Stephen Roberts, yet one more member of the Hedgehogs, added, "And it smells like a double cheese burger." **

The captain of the yellow team merely snorted.

This is the first point ever scored by a Hedgehog in a game. The team was obviously stoked. Next week the team goes on to the tournament in Men's Open.

Cerbus had earlier in the day declared his optimism for the team's success.

"I think we're going to win tonight," he said while lounging in a desk chair waiting for Professor Parrish to commence Art History 227.

"Yeah, right," Young replied.

Young had earlier in the semester declared mistrust in Cerbus's lofty optimism, for example, when he claimed he had 'studied' for a test while watching a movie with his girlfriend. She said she has more trust in him after he got an A on the test. She is also slightly miffed because she studied all night and received exactly the same grade as Cerbus did.

The time and date of the next Hedgehogs game is yet to be determined. The location is most likely the soccer fields behind the Co-Rec.

*Some quotes may have been made up.

**OK, OK, this one is fabricated as well. Please be assured that this journalist usually adheres to much higher journalistic standards. You may view some of her real work here.

the beauty of fountains

Do you ever wonder if people notice stuff and don't say anything? Like, for example, for the last two days I've been wearing a tiny little sparkly red earring in one ear and a tiny sparkly little blue earring in the other ear. And none of my friends have yet asked me if I put them on in the dark or anything. Of course, it's possible that they are used to my quirks.

But earrings are small things to not be noticed. There are much larger things that have gone unnoticed. Such as fountains, for example. My, some fountains around this place are simply gorgeous! In fact, I suggest you take a tour and go look at them.

On a different note, I need to be diligent with my schoolwork. That really is the key to doing well. Sometimes smart people flunk out because they don't keep on top of things. I don't intend to do that. And with that encouragement for both myself and my dear readers, I shall end this post.

frozen fingers

The Engineering Fountain is so beautiful late at night on a somewhat chilly but enjoyable April evening. I love late night walks :-).

Once again posting with minutes to spare...if you all think of me the next few days I would really appreciate your prayers. I have a test I really need to do well on.

Good night!

being content

Tonight Fireside Chat was about being content. Pastor Long talked about three areas that we tend to not be content it:
~our possessions (sigh...I want a vacuum cleaner)
~our situations in life (waaah I have a chem test!)
~who we are (ummm...not too many problems there.)

It was a good chat. I think we probably all could use work in that area. I realized a lot more of the things I need to work on are connected to being discontent than I thought. Part of being discontent is thinking that God's plan isn't good enough right now, and not trusting Him to run your life. That's a big one for me.

Well it is nearly midnight so I am going to hurry up and post this. Have a marvelous Monday!!

fun with bikes and cheap clothes

No matter how much they complain, some boys actually do know how to shop. Kara and I were pleasantly surprised by how much clothing Patrick and Andrew got at Goodwill and Walmart this afternoon. Julie came up to visit me for the weekend and she came with us, too. We rode our bikes out to Goodwill and spent a long time reading funny T-shirts and trying to convince Patrick to wear them. Both the guys ended up getting some dressier shirts but no "Rubber Ducky Contest" or "Bah, humbug!" T-shirts. And I found a red football jersey for $1.49 and a six dollar skirt, both by accident.

The guys actually found even more clothes at Walmart and--get this--went to try things on without being told!! Amazing! Kara and Julie and I were waiting on the bench and wondering what in the world was taking so very long when it occured to us that the roles had been reversed. I had perhaps 0.3% of the sensation a guy has sitting waiting for a girl to finish trying clothes (meaning: I didn't really mind sitting since we'd been biking or walking around all afternoon).

So my theory is this: boys do know how to shop (and sometimes even like it!) they just try to hide it from us. The secret is out.