Hey Everyone! I'm alive, and quite well. This is my first official post as a providence college student. I'll tell you all what's been going in the last week.
I arrived here last Monday with my mom and dad, both of whom were crying before we had even reached Steinbach. It was kind of a surreal experience, finally moving into dorm and all. I had a room all to myself for the first night, until the next day when my super-cool roomie Cassia moved in. She's a third year student, and finishing her final year as a drama major. We get along quite well it seems.
We did all the freshmen orientation stuff, I've met so many people in past 6 days that my brain has turned to watery lime jello. But I've met a lot of really cool people here. The thing that I find is so strikingly different from high school is the freakish absence of cliques. I haven't met a single person yet who isn't friendly and open to talking with anyone. It's pretty awesome.
I'm finally starting to feel settled. I will go on record as saying the day I arrived here was the scariest, most terrifyingly alone day of my life. But things are getting better. I'm fighting off a horrible cold, been dosing up on the vitaman C and sudafed. I started classes on Thursday. My schedule this semester includes: Intro. to Christianity, Spiritual Formation, Intro. to Communications and Media, Writing for the Marketplace, and Principles of Journalism. I think as long as I stay on top of my studies, I will be able to handle all my courses.
I'm still feeling really uncomfortable about one aspect of school. I'm trying to figure out where I fit in, my niche as it were. I'm kinda of trying to make a name for myself here at school but it's so hard. I don't want it to be the way it was in high school. Where I had only a few friends and nobody notices my exsistence...ugh. I tried out for the Prov. Players and I made the call-back audtions but then after the interview I got cut. I really thought I was going to make it, so did everyone else. I prayed really really hard that I would make it, so people could start to notice who I am...but obvisiouly it didn't. So it was kinda of a downer weekend. I was a talking to a friend about not making the Prov. Players, and she told me there was no way I wasn't good enough...but that God must have something else in mind for me. I just wish He would show me what that something is. I know I'm supposed to be here....but why?
I'll post more adventures soon!
-Emily
P.S. Old school style roller skating is a blast!
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Summer Memories...
I've spent my evening packing my bags, looking over my orientation schedule, and finalizing all the details for my departure to Providence College the day after tomorrow. Just 2 days, wow. But as I look forward to school and the fall I also glance back at my summer and look at some of my favorite memories. (Thanks to Ty for the inspiration and structure style of this post.)
Watching my 11 and 12 year old campers try and sneak out of the cabin while I was still awake, when then climbed into their bunks with their clothes and shoes on...I got suspicious.
The countless times at camp when I unintentionally said something that sounded really dirty, and everyone laughed. Michelle would pat me on the head condescendingly. I would then realize what I had said...and go die of embarassment. John would later tell me it was "okay." Some of my friends now affectionately refer to such times as "Emily moments."
Listening to Michelle release her "bat laugh"
3 words: Numa Numa Song.
Asking Andrew how one makes holy water to which he responded "You boil the heck out of it."
Realizing how many times I fell for one of Marvin's stories. Wow.
Playing the "kissing game" at camp and having Tyler kiss my hand everytime. And wrestling with my boss as he tried to kiss my hand....lil' awkward.
"Primal displays of affection!"
Having a pudgy nine year old camper of mine dancing in the cabin, singing, "I like to move it move it."
Going swimming at Midnight.
Watching Sammy drive Marvin's boat while singing "In the navy"
Having Matt Sharpe, (the planet's coolest camp speaker) show me how to write a devotional and talking and praying with me.
Giving a talk in front of the whole church and not passing out.
Seeing my awesome friend Lyssa paint an amazing mural in just 9 hours. Insanity.
Having Lauren live with me for 3 days, and going to see Lindsay get married. Lauren and I sticking our feet out the van window, and put on make-up while driving to Warroad. That week was so fun.
John quote: "People like him are goldfish, Emily, we just flush 'em away."
Having my little sister as a fellow counselor, a camper in my cabin, and a fellow camper all in one summer.
Lying out in north field making wishes on shooting stars with Andrew and Michelle.
Meeting Toni McQuown, and realizing that all the of the McQuowns officially rock my face off.
Hearing Toni talk about wanting to put baby Kylee's stroller on "Pimp my Ride."
Counselor Meetings were some of the best times in my life.
The time I accidentally punched Andrew in the nose. I was then motrified and apologized profusely. He laughed and told me I had a good hit.
When Jake and Mike (2 of my campers) hitch-hiked while in my care. I smell a lawsuit.
These are not all of my cool memories...and I will post more of them soon.
Viva' La Summer! -Emily
Watching my 11 and 12 year old campers try and sneak out of the cabin while I was still awake, when then climbed into their bunks with their clothes and shoes on...I got suspicious.
The countless times at camp when I unintentionally said something that sounded really dirty, and everyone laughed. Michelle would pat me on the head condescendingly. I would then realize what I had said...and go die of embarassment. John would later tell me it was "okay." Some of my friends now affectionately refer to such times as "Emily moments."
Listening to Michelle release her "bat laugh"
3 words: Numa Numa Song.
Asking Andrew how one makes holy water to which he responded "You boil the heck out of it."
Realizing how many times I fell for one of Marvin's stories. Wow.
Playing the "kissing game" at camp and having Tyler kiss my hand everytime. And wrestling with my boss as he tried to kiss my hand....lil' awkward.
"Primal displays of affection!"
Having a pudgy nine year old camper of mine dancing in the cabin, singing, "I like to move it move it."
Going swimming at Midnight.
Watching Sammy drive Marvin's boat while singing "In the navy"
Having Matt Sharpe, (the planet's coolest camp speaker) show me how to write a devotional and talking and praying with me.
Giving a talk in front of the whole church and not passing out.
Seeing my awesome friend Lyssa paint an amazing mural in just 9 hours. Insanity.
Having Lauren live with me for 3 days, and going to see Lindsay get married. Lauren and I sticking our feet out the van window, and put on make-up while driving to Warroad. That week was so fun.
John quote: "People like him are goldfish, Emily, we just flush 'em away."
Having my little sister as a fellow counselor, a camper in my cabin, and a fellow camper all in one summer.
Lying out in north field making wishes on shooting stars with Andrew and Michelle.
Meeting Toni McQuown, and realizing that all the of the McQuowns officially rock my face off.
Hearing Toni talk about wanting to put baby Kylee's stroller on "Pimp my Ride."
Counselor Meetings were some of the best times in my life.
The time I accidentally punched Andrew in the nose. I was then motrified and apologized profusely. He laughed and told me I had a good hit.
When Jake and Mike (2 of my campers) hitch-hiked while in my care. I smell a lawsuit.
These are not all of my cool memories...and I will post more of them soon.
Viva' La Summer! -Emily
Friday, September 02, 2005
Do something about it.
I had the day off from work yesterday and so I ended up spending much of my evening watching the news coverage of Hurricane Katrina. I have never seen such devastation. It was so heart-breaking. Pictures of dead bodies lying on the sidewalk. One body of an old man in a wheelchair somebody had thrown a blanket over, in his hand was clutched a scrawled note of where to find his next of kin. It was so painful to watch. I want to buy a plane ticket, cases and cases of water, and go do something. I felt guilty going to my fridge and grabbing a bottle of water, when baby were dying of dehydration. But sitting there, something occured to me.
Who was bringing me this story? Who was showing all of America what was really happening and speaking for the poor, the ill, and the dying, and saying "look this is happening!People are dying! Donate, pray, do something!" It was the newscasters. And I really thought to myself. That's what I want to do. I want to go to the natural disasters, to the war zones, to the famines. And say to the nations "see this? We must to something!" I want to cover that. I want to show that to the governments, to the people and help. I knew that I wanted to do something in communications and media...(thus my college major). So that's my idea, to show the comfortable, complacent, people sitting in their livingrooms what's really happeining. And hopefully motivate them to get up, and do something about it.
-Em
Who was bringing me this story? Who was showing all of America what was really happening and speaking for the poor, the ill, and the dying, and saying "look this is happening!People are dying! Donate, pray, do something!" It was the newscasters. And I really thought to myself. That's what I want to do. I want to go to the natural disasters, to the war zones, to the famines. And say to the nations "see this? We must to something!" I want to cover that. I want to show that to the governments, to the people and help. I knew that I wanted to do something in communications and media...(thus my college major). So that's my idea, to show the comfortable, complacent, people sitting in their livingrooms what's really happeining. And hopefully motivate them to get up, and do something about it.
-Em
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