Hey look! What is this I see? A blogpost! A real, live blogpost!
I know, it's been over a month....but it's been a really full month. Basically, everything after Spring Break was mostly a blur.
One change that is stands out from the blur is that I officially changed my major to Great Texts [...of the Western Tradition.] GTX, if you will. (I supplied the link for clarification...though descriptions of the program remain ambiguous.)
And I'm tentatively minoring in creative writing...we'll see how that goes. If nothing else, I always said I wanted to take a poetry class at some point in college--which is what I will be doing in the fall.
[I should stop here and apologize for all this scattered, stream-of-consciousness. It's late.]
Anyways--closedown of North Russell was an added part of the blur. What I thought would feel longer ended up passing by superfast--I didn't have a chance to say goodbyes to most of my residents, and I wasn't able to relax after the stress of finals, though I was behind on packing, etc.
The most surreal day might have been Thursday morning, when I realized that all of my girls had left. As I staggered into the oh-so-community bathroom, I realized that the last time these rooms were completely empty was at the very start of the year--back when I only had numbers before I had names, before the names turned into faces, and the faces into stories. The evolution from the first to the last has been incredible to see, and I'll never forget the relationships built over tie-dye, sharing meals, and making oreo balls.
I don't mean to romanticize about this year as a CL--I made a lot of mistakes (ask any 2D resident, or Lisa and Leslie, for that matter) and the CL life certainly comes with its woes. I still have so much to learn. And really, I've discovered that most of that learning is trial-and-error. It was truly by the grace of God that the atmosphere on my hall was what it was...which was pretty wonderful :)
Next order of business: I am newly obsessed with the TV show Bones. No, really, it's bad. I even looked up intro to anthropology courses on the Baylor course listings site. I'm addicted.
Last but not least: in order to be up-to-date with the material I'll be jumping into this fall, I'll be reading roughly 2,500 pages of context, as prescribed by my GTX friend, Preston. From saints to Dante to Dr. Murray, this booklist seems to cover it all. Mostly I mention it for accountability purposes--though no one in the blogosphere will probably hold me to it, knowing that the commitment is there on the screen will be enough for me =e. 2,500 pages, 11 books in 12-ish weeks. Here we go.
Funnily enough, I started writing this post in the hopes describing the nostalgia I felt today upon discovering a box full of high school stuff. Another day.
I know, it's been over a month....but it's been a really full month. Basically, everything after Spring Break was mostly a blur.
One change that is stands out from the blur is that I officially changed my major to Great Texts [...of the Western Tradition.] GTX, if you will. (I supplied the link for clarification...though descriptions of the program remain ambiguous.)
And I'm tentatively minoring in creative writing...we'll see how that goes. If nothing else, I always said I wanted to take a poetry class at some point in college--which is what I will be doing in the fall.
[I should stop here and apologize for all this scattered, stream-of-consciousness. It's late.]
Anyways--closedown of North Russell was an added part of the blur. What I thought would feel longer ended up passing by superfast--I didn't have a chance to say goodbyes to most of my residents, and I wasn't able to relax after the stress of finals, though I was behind on packing, etc.
The most surreal day might have been Thursday morning, when I realized that all of my girls had left. As I staggered into the oh-so-community bathroom, I realized that the last time these rooms were completely empty was at the very start of the year--back when I only had numbers before I had names, before the names turned into faces, and the faces into stories. The evolution from the first to the last has been incredible to see, and I'll never forget the relationships built over tie-dye, sharing meals, and making oreo balls.
I don't mean to romanticize about this year as a CL--I made a lot of mistakes (ask any 2D resident, or Lisa and Leslie, for that matter) and the CL life certainly comes with its woes. I still have so much to learn. And really, I've discovered that most of that learning is trial-and-error. It was truly by the grace of God that the atmosphere on my hall was what it was...which was pretty wonderful :)
Next order of business: I am newly obsessed with the TV show Bones. No, really, it's bad. I even looked up intro to anthropology courses on the Baylor course listings site. I'm addicted.
Last but not least: in order to be up-to-date with the material I'll be jumping into this fall, I'll be reading roughly 2,500 pages of context, as prescribed by my GTX friend, Preston. From saints to Dante to Dr. Murray, this booklist seems to cover it all. Mostly I mention it for accountability purposes--though no one in the blogosphere will probably hold me to it, knowing that the commitment is there on the screen will be enough for me =e. 2,500 pages, 11 books in 12-ish weeks. Here we go.
Funnily enough, I started writing this post in the hopes describing the nostalgia I felt today upon discovering a box full of high school stuff. Another day.
Holy crap! That's a lot of reading girly! If you have to take the beginning two classes, they will cover a lot of that, too. However, if you ever want someone to discuss this ridiculously intense amount of reading with, I'm here! :-D