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Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters

+ On Friday, I submitted my an article to the final round of the application process for a journalism program.  I was really excited until I read over my submission and noticed three mistakes.  This is what happens when you work between three different word processing programs, copy and paste and then fail to review your work because you’re so stressed out about deadlines and the possibility that the time difference between New York and Pennsylvania is 15 minutes.  If I’m freaking out about an application process, I’d hate to see me when I’m actually working.

+ I really want to attend the Women of Purpose Conference in Hershey.  I’ve never been to a women’s conference before, and I’d like to go before Alan and I move to Texas.  Plus, Kari Jobe will be there.  She sings “Revelation Song,” one of my favorite songs.

+ Speaking of Texas, Alan and I perused house listings in the Belton area a few nights ago.  We’re still debating whether to live on- or off-post (as it would be cheaper and obviously closer to work for him), but one of the houses we really liked is within walking distance to the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor.  I had never even heard of this university before reading the house description, but not only does it offer undergrad courses in most of the subjects for which I am internationally certified to tutor (I’ve been toying with the idea of tutoring as a temporary side job), but it also has a graduate program in counseling/psychology (I’ve also been toying with the idea of earning my master’s degree in psychology)!  Plus, UMHB is a Christian university.  While we obviously need to pray for God’s wisdom and will in this situation, I’m torn between wanting to live near that campus (and possibly start earning my master’s) and wanting to live on base and save money.


Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters

+ why do my favorite childhood places always seem less amazing when i’m an adult?  On Friday, Alan had a company picnic at Knoebels (kah-NO-buhls), a local amusement park.  It was the first time I had been there in at least seven years.

After the picnic, we were able to ride a few of the rides before some serious rain hit and ended our day.  We even jammed all four of us into a Tilt-A-Whirl car.  How a 6′ 2″ man and a 6′ teen managed to squeeze in the car (especially as none of the guys are skinny, by any stretch of the word), I’ll never know.  All I know is that the combined weight created so much force I was certain the car was going to fly off the track at least twice.

We also rode The Phoenix, my favorite wooden roller coaster (the bunny hops make me fly out of my seat to the point of making me fear I’ll seriously fly out of the car).  I rode behind Alan and T, who later asked if it was me screaming on every hill.  Yes.  Yes, it was.

+ parade.  On Saturday, we woke up early to go to the most amazing Fourth of July parade ever.  It features a B-52 flyover before the parade, which is my favorite part.

My second-favorite are the re-enactors – there are some dressed in period uniforms from some major U.S. wars.

And the parade honors veterans from every war; some walk, some ride in vehicles.  Either way, it’s very impressive to see so many from our area, considering the fact that we don’t have a large military presence.

The gentleman in the photo above is a veteran of the Korean War.  He’s very active at the high school I attended, and I had the privilege of interviewing him about his experiences in the military.

+ tears.  I was just thinking, on Friday, about the fact that I very rarely cry.  Usually, things build up over time and then something little sets me off.  I cry it all out, and then I’m good for another two or three months.  But I was thinking, over the weekend, about the fact that I haven’t really cried since last fall – at least, not that I can remember.  But last night, I called Alan to tell him about bin Laden – he was driving home at the time and had not yet heard – and when he got home, he put his phone near the TV so I could hear Obama’s address (I was attempting to write a paper and my roommate was watching a baseball game on our apartment’s TV).  Perhaps it was because I was overwhelmed, perhaps it was because it was actually just that good, but either way, Obama’s speech made me cry a little.  And later, after my roommates went to bed and I was the only one awake, pounding out a paper and stalking the news, the tears really started flowing.

How many little boys are going to want to be part of SEAL Team 6?  How many more American troops are going to die because of the repercussions of bin Laden’s death?  How many people are going to venerate him because his body was simply buried at sea – though there do seem to be some images of the body floating around the Internet (but I don’t advise looking at them, because one popped up in my Facebook feed and highly disturbed me, and no, I most certainly do not want to see the image of a dead man over my morning cup of coffee).  I am overwhelmed with relief, with anxiety, with sadness.

“I can only think of one death that brought the world peace … and we celebrated that a week ago.” – take to the sky

+ grounded.  Last night, there was an honors and awards ceremony at college.  I received an award for the English and communications departments, which surprised me, but made me really happy.  I started thinking of all of the other honors and awards recipients and thought, “Wow.  I’m in some pretty good company!”

This morning, I received the grade on a paper I wrote a week ago.  I realized that, in my rush to finish writing, I never entered the year that Thomas Becket was ordained archbishop of Canterbury.  The opening sentence of my paper reads, “When Henry II appointed Thomas á Becket as the archbishop of Canterbury in [YEAR], …”

There’s nothing like a B to keep you grounded.

+ almost there.  This is my final week of classes as a junior.  This is good, because my brain decided to quit last Friday, and hasn’t returned since.  This is bad, because I have more work – both classwork and otherwise – than I’d like to think about accomplishing within the next five days.  The magazine cover and spread assignment is difficult because it requires PhotoShop and InDesign – two programs I do not have, and my Medieval History paper would be a lot easier to write if I hadn’t accidentally sent the book home with Alan. …