Times of...

Time is a fickle thing. It always seems to go the wrong speed. It either passes quickly as we try to savor the moment and enjoy the good things, or it slows to a miserable standstill when we wish for things to be over and done with. This fall quarter epitomized for me the idea that time is in fact not on my side; yet despite all the challenges, happy times, early mornings and late nights of working non-stop, and the trillion other things that happened in the short eleven week period, I got through it with my GPA in tact, a smile on my face, and fond memories to look back on.

I knew going into the quarter that it was going to be more than I was actually probably capable of handling, but I tend to sometimes get the idea that if I act invincible, it actually might make me invincible. Obviously this idea is a falsity, but I often act on such an assumption anyway. My unmanageable life added up to a compilation of: working 20 hours a week, taking 21 credits of classes, being called into the relief society presidency, trying to keep up my relationships with friends who had moved more than several blocks off campus, serving as a mentor for two academic/leadership programs, leading a retreat for new students, helping to set up and participate in a weekly community group, attempting to finally cook for myself, and desperately trying to cling to any remnants of a long forgotten social life. Did that sentence overwhelm you? Well, then maybe that shares a little glimpse of the overwhelming feeling I had for about nine weeks straight.
Looking back of course it doesn't seem quite as bad as it did in the moment, but that is why everybody loves hindsight.
When I signed up for them, 21 credits didn't sound like all that much to handle, but of course looking at the class descriptions on a computer screen at my cabin in the summer time has a vastly different effect than actually sitting in the classrooms absorbing the knowledge my professors spew at me before sending me home to continue the learning process through endless hours of reading and writing. I loved every single one of my classes both because of and in spite of their difficulty levels. They were all really hard, but that hopefully just means I learned a lot.
Leading the annual New Student Retreat for my second year in a row was a tiring undertaking, but also one that I loved every minute of. Retreats are a common practice in Jesuit traditions and my school takes such traditions vary seriously. In my time there, I have become rather attached to retreats and thus I try to participate with them as much as I can. They are, admittedly, an added stress because of the weekly planning and preparation meetings, but the weekend retreats themselves are a powerful healing tool for which I am truly thankful. Escaping school, the city, work, and all my other stresses, even for just a day or two is always completely worth it. Plus, retreats usually offer a very serene, reflective, and loving atmosphere I have found in very few other places.

(Our morning group prayer. So beautiful to wake up and stand on the shore of the Sound with 60 of my closest new friends!!)

(Larissa and I sang a duet during the talent night on the retreat.)

One of my other favorite things about retreats is that they force me to step out of my comfort zone and embrace or explore things I am usually to busy or too timid to do. For example, I hate ACTUALLY singing in front of people. I enjoy joke singing or impersonating singers, but when it is just me really singing like I would on my own in the shower or whatever... that gets scary. On retreat though, for some reason, that fear falls away and I got up the courage to sing in front of everyone. Surprisingly, it was fun and not nerve racking... well not totally.

(The amazing group of leaders I got to work with. My closest friends and favorite people!)

As I mentioned before, one of the major adjustments I had to make during this quarter was making the switch from yummy fresh catered meals all the time (meal plans were awesome), to making my own food in my apartment everyday. I am by no means a chef, but it was fun to experiment and have more control over everything I ate. I do have to say though, thank goodness for my roommates! Seriously they are so amazing and I would not have survived without them; one reason being that they literally provided every kitchen thing for our apartment. I have not a single plate, utensil, or pot to my name. Okay, I do have a couple of mugs, but that really is the extent of my ownership in the kitchen. My three amazing roommates provided everything we needed though and together we made some pretty interesting meals and concoctions. One of my roommates is gluten intolerant, so we had some adventures making things with buckwheat and other wheat substitutes. None of those adventures turned out stupendously, but some of them weren't half bad.
The four of us fit perfectly as roommates, however, we won't be roommates anymore because they are all heading off on study abroads--a fact that makes me excited and sad at the same time. One of the reasons we all fit together so well was because of our mutual embrace of an unfortunately but awesomely located apartment. Our living room and kitchen look directly out onto the campus Skybridge, a fact that allows us the claimed title "creeper apartment." Every time any of us would be studying in our living room or making food in our kitchen, people walking by on the bridge would peer in, and to counter them, we would peer out. Over time it became a sort of game and our friends would simply stand on the bridge to talk to us out our window. We all loved it and made use of it in humorous ways.

(One of our living room windows. The Mrs. Pacman was put up to counter the little Ghostie in the window across the way. Probably the most non-academic way to use sticky notes.)

(Doin the Creep. Yes we brought to life the 90's song in a SNL inspired revamped way.)

Fall quarter has many positive aspects. The beginning of the rain, the crisp clean air, the beautiful colors, and the famous Fall Ball. This year, our Fall Ball dance was held at the Seattle Art Museum. Dancing to crazy loud pop music in downtown Seattle beneath an exhibit of exploding cars hanging from the ceiling, well, nothing can really compare. Who wouldn't want to spend an entire night dancing with half their school and exploring three floors worth of priceless works of art. Definitely a fun night, complete with a photo booth and everything!

(Some of my favorite people goofing around with me in the photo booth.)

As has become tradition for my friend Alena and me, we signed up to perform some silly songs in the quarterly open mic night Scratch. Alena is a hilarious individual with a somewhat sinister sense of humor and together we always have fun goofing around on stage singing songs that either provide comedic relief for, or confuse our audience. Always a fun stress reliever to spend time goofing off like this.

(Alena and me.)

Although it started out a like a wobbly weeble, my fall quarter turned out to be Okay, maybe even good. I gained three best friends in my roommates, stepped out of my comfort zone, defied the odds by maintaining my GPA with 21 credits, stepped out of my comfort zone, and lived to tell the tale. I am grateful for everything that allowed me to get through one of the toughest few months of my life and now I can look forward to the rest of a glorious break and a fresh new quarter of trials and adventures. Such is life...

(Helen, Me, Annie, and Katelen. I love my rommies! I am going to miss them!!)

Vans, Ferries, and Illegal Frolicking

I have always known that I am weird. My sisters have reminded me of that fact every day of my life. It is one of those things that I have come to accept and even embrace and it has worked to my favor especially for the past two and a half years. I am weird because I am usually more excited to return to school and studying than I am for the sweet release that summer and the short breaks between quarters usually provide. I like learning. I like the environment of open discussion and collect learning that is so present on college campuses and I obviously enjoy the social aspects of school.
Although saying goodbye to summer and my fabulous weekends at Bear Lake were difficult, I parted from them without so much as a tear and enthusiastically embarked on my journey to return to Seattle; and let me tell you, it really was a journey.
So on Tuesday, the 6th of September, after countless pointless delays caused by my family's inability to plan, my dad, sister and I headed out on the road to drive me back to my home in the Emerald city. We were of course situated happily and comfortably in one of my dad's many Volks Wagon Vanagons. My dad drove while I rode shotgun and my sister almost immediately fell asleep across the back seat near all my boxes of "life essentials" for my new apartment in Seattle.

We had driven about as far as Pocatello, Idaho when suddenly my sister sat bolt upright in the back and started shrieking for my dad to pull over. I turned in my seat and peered through a small hole between my boxes and saw steam billowing around my sister's head as the wind from my open window rushed in. My dog pepper calmly pushed herself towards my pile of boxes on the floor while trying to avoid the hot water seeping out across the carpet of the van floor.
We pulled over and after moving all our trip luggage out of the back of the van to get to the engine, my dad began tinkering around as he always does to find the problem. We soon discovered we had broken a fan belt which had in turn broken the heater under the seat in the back of the car. The broken heater was the cause of all the steam rising up around my sister as well as the cause of her impossibly high pitched scream of panic.
After standing idly by on the side of the road while my dad changed into his biking gear and prepared to cycle the four or five miles back into town, my sister and I were pleased to see the arrival of a giant state trooper SUV. With the help of a happy-go-lucky police officer, my dad got a ride into town where he purchased a new fan belt. Upon his return we quickly installed the new part and hit the road again.
Our first real stop after visiting one of my dad's favorite "ma and pa" diners in Blackfoot, Idaho was the cutest little Bed and Breakfast this side of the Mississippi. About a year ago my dad purchased a van from this cute old couple up in Salmon, Idaho and he and Rennie got to stay at their little inn for a night and immediately fell in love. I did too once I saw the place. We arrived there a little after midnight and after deciding not to disturb them at such a late hour we camped on the lawn and slept out under the stars. In the morning I woke up to possibly one of the greatest voices I have ever heard. The old man who runs the place has this high pitched, somewhat crackly and almost southern sounding voice. Think of the hunter on "The Fox and the Hound" but in a nice way and you might have a pretty good idea. He came out all curious about who was sleeping on his lawn and then he saw my dad and got all kinds of excited. He and his wife invited us in immediately and started making us breakfast and set up a room to let us shower and get cleaned up in. Their cooking was amazing and we even got a tour of their gardens as a little after breakfast entertainment.
I think that little bed and breakfast will definitely be added to my list of places to visit regularly because it really is that cute.

After many "thank you's" and hugs, they sent us on our way and we drove up through Montana, over to Coeur d' alene, Idaho. We spent a short night camping in a parking lot there and then woke up early to continue our journey through some of the most boring territory that the state of Washington has to offer. After about six more hours of driving, we arrived safely in Seattle.
Once in the city, we promptly boarded a ferry to take us out to the Olympic Peninsula to visit my cousins who recently packed up to move to Hawaii. Jonah and Aja have the coolest lifestyle. They never stay too long in one place and they are pros at living off whatever the area they choose has to offer. They grow awesome food, keep farm animals, go fishing or crabbing or whatever else is available and mostly enjoy all the little things life has to offer. To say the least, I am really sad they are ditching me for Hawaii.

While we were there, my cousin Joe took Rennie and me crabbing out in the sound and Sequim bay. We were mostly looking for some of the crab pots he had failed to pick up a few days earlier due to the wavy and hard to see conditions. It took us a while, but once we found a couple of his pots, Rennie and I took up the challenge of pulling the pots up. Now, I had done this before with Jonah and I knew the routine, but once we started pulling, my confidence plummeted. The pot was really heavy and both Rennie and I seemed to be putting all our effort into it. It took forever and once we got it up we realized why. There were 46 crab in the once pot! Apparently that is more than Jonah had ever seen in one pot and let me tell you, those things were HUGE!

After crabbing we went back and spent some time just hanging out with our cousins and enjoying all the beauty their little farm has to offer. We got to take a look at some of the cool toys and cars that Jo and Aja planned to leave behind. Every time they move they sell all their stuff and take as little as possible to start over again. It's so cool!

(This is Aja's old family car from their San Juan Island property. It is called "The Thing." That's my current dream car right there!)

(Their awesome property. Some of Jo's cars and such).

After driving away from the cute little farm in Sequim, we headed for the Port Townsend Ferry to take us across the water to our next adventure. We drove up Whidbey Island and checked out Deception Pass before heading on to the ferry to take us to the San Juan Islands.

Here is where the story gets really exciting.
For those of you have have met my dad, you know that he likes to talk; to friends, acquaintances, enemies, and strangers alike. He will basically talk to anyone who will listen. The ferry, however, seems to make him more chatty than ever. We would stand out on the bow to watch the beautiful mountain scenery and whales and dolphins and as soon as someone walked up next to us, my dad would strike up a conversation. Well, it was on our way to San Juan Island when my dad started making jokes about random things, which I naturally retaliated by making fun of him, and a man standing next to me leaned over and said, "Dad's are always funny and right you know."
I smiled and replied, "Maybe you are always funny and right but my dad has a tendency to be funny and wrong."
He laughed and then, as I expected, my dad stepped in and started talking to him about everything from sailing, to cars, to waterskiing, to the story of my life as a college student. Normally people don't find these topics very interesting (or maybe I just don't because I hear them so often), but this man--John was his name-- seemed very interested. And it wasn't long before I discovered why. Apparently he is very much like my dad. They are interested in the same things and they both have children who are going into their junior year of college. John's child is a boy though and apparently my dad talked him into thinking it would be a good idea for Micheal (John's son) and me to meet. Or maybe it was the other way around, I am not really sure, but anyway they both kind of agreed that this ferry ride shouldn't be the end to our acquaintance. John invited us to call him the next day while we were on the island because he lives there and was planning on taking his son waterskiing for one last day before he headed back to school.
As you can imagine, that is exactly what we did. After spending the night camping in some crazy back lot forest are next to one of the harbors, we showered at the docks, got some breakfast, ever pass up an opportunity to waterski, especially in a place as cool as the San Juans.

(The Camel of Friday Harbor. Some guy who lives there went on a trip to Africa or something and ended up bringing back a Camel for a souvenir. Random.)

The lake we skied on with John and his son Micheal wasn't very big but it was glassy and super fun to ski on. We could make about five cuts before holding off to let the boat turn as we completed a triangle pattern around and around the lake.

(John was seriously an amazing skier. This picture does him no justice. We definitely got some tips for future reference and had a blast while watching him shred the nar! haha)

Our next stop was Orcas Island. We got to the Island relatively late so we found a cool public beach to chill on while dad set to work cooking the dinner Rennie and I had chosen from the grocery store earlier that day. The beach was beautiful and we got there in perfect time to enjoy the more than gorgeous sunset which we had to give photographic justice to by posing in silhouette yoga positions. I also found a comfy log to chill on and finish my book while Rennie played Frisbee with Pepper to let her stretch her legs.

After enjoying our dinner, we decided that we might as well stay there for the night. There were no signs specifically saying that we weren't allowed to camp there--although we figured it was probably illegal--so we set up a tent while my dad took up his usual spot on the pull down back seat of the van and settled in for the night. everything was fine and dandy until about 3am. Rennie and I woke to hear the sound of a police radio and the bright lights of a squad car. Two police men approached our tent with flashlights and asked us to please step out to speak to them. We obliged, got our ideas and had a pleasant early morning discussion about why we were there. The police were nice and explained that camping on the public beach really isn't allowed and that the signs saying so must have been torn down by some local hooligans. After telling us they weren't going to make us move as long as we were up and out of there before about 7am, they told us about some of the fun spots the island had to offer. We thanked them for their kindness, help, and advice and returned to our sleeping bags and dreams. In the morning as we packed up and made breakfast, some local, very drunk people came to hang out on the beach and as they were leaving they told us that we were seriously "BA" for getting away with camping on that beach. It was funny, but I definitely don't plan on illegally camping on a random beach again anytime too soon.


We had a great day exploring the rest of the island. We went to the small mountain on the island to drink in the extraordinary views of the surrounding water and islands.


Later that day we found a lake to go swimming and wash our hair in. We had a pleasant time absorbing some much needed sun rays and then took off on the ferry again to head over to Lopez Island. Once on Lopez, I stubbornly requested that we camp somewhere legal for the night so we found a camping/motel/harbor complex and purchased a camping spot for the night. Our campsite also came with access to the motel's hot tub and pool facilities so after a light dinner Rennie and I headed down to the pool. We met the funniest old couple in the hot tub. There was an old black man about 60 years old and a heavyset white woman of about 55 years. They were apparently on vacation together there before they were planning to head down to New Orleans or somewhere cool like that. They both work for the Metro bus system in Seattle and they had a great old time telling us all about their lives and small connections to us. The old man was very excited by the fact that we are Mormon because apparently he used to drive a charter bus in Utah and once drove a group of Mormons who gave him a signed copy of the Book of Mormon that although he has cherished for many years, he has never actually read. They kept us entertained until we were "all wrinkled up" and then we headed back to our tent to enjoy another night under the stars, or clouds rather.
In the morning we went for a pleasant bike ride and stopped to eat some of the delicious blackberries that invasively cover most of the roadside areas on the islands. After showering and packing up again we departed from the islands and headed back for the city.


After moving my boxed up life into my apartment, they dropped my off to stay with my friend Lauren for a night and they drove off to return to their real lives while I turned around to walk back into mine. Rennie and I had a long and serious goodbye full of tears and....not! We hugged a lot though because that will be the last time I will actually see her for 2 years because she is heading off on her mission to Spain.
It was quite the trip. Full of surprises and stumbling blocks but overall a pretty good time.
Since then I have been adjusting back into my regular life up here, classes, work, stress, and all of that, but I'll elaborate on that all later.
Until then...Such is life.

Bear Lake or Bust!

It is inexcusable that I have let myself go this long without recording for myself as well as all of you the details of my life so let me take this opportunity to apologize, deeply and sincerely. Now without further gilding the lily and with no more ado, here it is, the one the only.....story of my summer/return to school.


Summer, that glorious time which all students crave as the days lengthen, the sun awakens, and the flowers begin their adolescent days, came just as I felt I was sure to lose all self-control and power of thought. Spring quarter took its toll on me and the sweet release of summer vacation came not a day too soon.
The perfect end to my quarter came with the nasty job of packing up my all too tight living quarters, saying goodbye to my roommates and welcoming my family to my city for a short little tour before returning to the land of my birth. Although my mom and step-dad had been to my city before, it was a first for Rennie and Howie and I therefore took advantage of the opportunity to show them all my favorite places and sights before going off to explore new territory outside the city and mainland limits.
First stop on the agenda after packing all my crap very tidily in the back of Don's truck was Pike's Place Market; a personal favorite locale of mine due to the awesome environment cultivated by fresh fish and produce, lively and unique people, gorgeous waterfront views, and the large assortment of 'who knows what' crafts and such that people sell there. It is, in my opinion, the best permanent farmer's market in the world--however, I recognize my view is limited due to the fact that I have never left the country. Rennie's favorite part of the market was the baseball size cups of fresh Dungeness Crab cocktail which we enjoyed while exploring the market. I believe Howie was intrigued by the somewhat disgusting and repulsive but fabulously colorful and unique gum wall located in Post Alley. I myself have contributed six pieces of gum to the wall and I am sure I will have more to offer in the future.


After the market, we headed off to find some of my favorite look out points to view the city from a different perspective. First there was Gasworks park which is located on the Northern edge of lake union and has a gorgeous view of the city. While there I took the liberty of assuming my favorite position behind the camera and tried to capture the wonderful many perspectives offered through a camera as nice as my mom's.


After Gasworks we headed over to the park on the top of QueenAnne Hill which has an equally as great but very different view of the city as well as the Puget Sound. We played around taking odd pictures for nearly a half hour before mom and Don got bored and decided to drive around and look at some of the cool old houses that occupy the Seattle area. I am still working on convincing them that they should just move up here and buy on of those cute houses, but I will always be fighting a losing battle because of the great distance from our favorite place on earth.



A new day brought the hope of new adventures and so after a comfy night just outside the city, we headed for the ferry docks and took off to drive around Whidbey Island. We got to go to an old fort area with a seriously cool light house and some awesome old stronghold areas. I felt like a soldier crawling and walking around in the cement and iron structures. (I still need to get all the picture I took from my mom).



Leaving the fort to grow tiny in our rear view mirror, we headed for Deception Pass, a beautiful bridged area that looks both far west and far east as it straddles a wide waterway separating Whidbey Island. After much debate from looking down at the water and the cliff-sides holding up the bridge to determine how high the bridge actually was, we looked at and information sign and found we were all sorely mistaken in our guesses (apparently it is only about 200 feet).


When the time came to head in the direction of home, Don decided to head east through the mountains by Steve's Pass in order to show us what I like to call "A little slice of Switzerland." There is this cute little German town in the middle of nowhere Cascades and it really does feel like you are on a different continent once you enter the town.

While we waited for Don to park the car, Rennie and I went walking and sat down on some bleachers to listen to a band playing in the town gazebo. As we sat there enjoying the music, a little tiny old man who seemed to barely move his feet as he walked came over and asked Rennie to dance. It was so adorable my heart nearly turned to goo! We later found out that he used to be a great ballroom dancer and had all the ladies after him. I always think when I meet people like that how much I would love to just learn their story, hear what they have gone through in life. People always make me so curious and full of wonder.


Reality hit the day after we returned home. I hadn't even had time to fully unpack and the next morning at nine I was off to work. Luckily back at school I had taken the time to seek a summer job ahead of time and was able to find a cute family in desperate need of my services as a nanny, and thus my summer began full throttle.
The family I nannied for had two little boys ages six and three whom I will refer to here as S and lil'I. They were both extremely cute kids and I did enjoy spending my summer with them, but I must say that by the end of the summer I was so relieved to be moving on from them. I don't think it was by any means their fault, but those two kids were some of the worst behaved children I have ever encountered in my life. Their parents, due to some very complex situations, have basically been unable to actually parent them for most of their lives and as a result they have very little sense of discipline and respect that sometimes seems innate in children who are constantly properly cared for. I had a hard time of it but in retrospect it was probably a good opportunity for me to learn from.


The hard work of summer also brought the joy of reuniting and spending time with old friends. Many of my days were spent catching up with Nile, Carli, Anna, Megen, Lizzy, Jane, Mallory, and Audrey as we tried to make time for each other in our busy and very different lives. Nile and I hung out as often as we could doing random things like renewing our driver's licenses and hiking when it didn't feel too hot. It is crazy to think now that this summer was our last time getting to really hang out for the next two years as she is now heading off on her mission.

Time with my girls was spent mostly in focus of Megen's wedding. It still feels weird to realize that my friends are getting married. I still don't feel like I should be old enough for such things, but nevertheless seeing her get married and having all of us there to support her as the first one of us to bid adieu to the single life was wonderful. Wedding shower, Bachelorette party, and wedding reception. All were amazing and completely surreal.



Now to the part that really makes my soul ache for summer, talking about Bear Lake. My favorite place on earth and the place I imagine heaven to be most like. Any time not spent working or hanging out with friends (so basically every weekend) was spent at my cabin, on my boat, on the beach enjoying the sun and all that the summer really has to offer. Wonderful food and time with family, reading books, watching movies, doing puzzles, riding the Cosmic Orbiter...it all makes me wish I could be there now.


When Chelsi and Sam came to Utah in August, we had our mini family reunion up at the cabin for a whole week and together we all enjoyed the many wonderful aspects of the last month of summer, including my birthday. We went up to Bloomington and were happily surprised to see that someone (aka. Dan) had put up a fresh rope swing for our jumping pleasures, handily equipped with a waterski handle. The buzzing feeling in my stomach every time I swing on that rope and anticipate the bitingly cold water is something I have grown accustomed to longing for year round. Fulfilling it only made me anticipate it all the more for next year (or however long it will be before I am able to return).



My birthday was of course celebrated in its normal and appropriately Bear Lake manner. I woke up to the sun and a decent looking lake, I enjoyed wonderful food, lots of love, and some cheer making gifts; and that was all before the real presents of prime waterskiing spots, an Old Ephraim pizza, fresh chocolate covered raspberries, and a night of "brushing my teeth" in the lake with my sisters. It was my best 21st birthday ever!








Before Sam and Chelsi left town we were able to get some time with them in up at the ranch and had fun enjoying horseback riding, mountain views, giggly children, and of course, amazing food.


Just before leaving for school again I was finally able to take part in celebrating the mission of at least one of my guy friends from high school. Even weirder than watching my friends get married is seeing them start to return from their missions acting all missionary and adult-like. Time goes by so fast!


It shouldn't be long before Rennie heads off on her own mission. It makes me somewhat sad to watch my two best friends prepare to head off around the world to serve for the church but at the same time it obviously also makes me thrilled. They are both going to be such great missionaries and learn so much including two languages. I am mostly sad just because I can't go with them, but I know my adventures will come in time.


Well, this concludes the tales of my summer. It was abrupt, I know, but stay tuned for my documenting of my return to Seattle. I can promise that story will be much more detailed and interesting.
Until next time...Such is life.

Sawubona

My deepest apologies to all my fans for my complete lack of entertainment for you in the last month. Who knew school could be so demanding? But, never mind all the stresses of paper writing and finals that I have going on because for most of the U.S. it is already summertime so I will focus on the greater things in life; namely the SUN!!!
I heard a little rumor that it has been cold, cloudy, and rainy in the great state of Utah so to all of you who thought I was crazy for moving to the Northwest, I say HAHAHA!!! It has been warm, sunny, gorgeous, and wonderful for about two weeks up here now and I must say that I believe it is true; 3 months out of the year where it looks and feels this beautiful is totally worth the 9 other months of rain and clouds. Sadly, however, my time enjoying this fine place is soon to be cut off as I will be retuning home for the summer. This is sad news and yet wonderful news because although I will be leaving something great, I will be retuning to something greater. BEAR LAKE!!!
Words cannot express (literally they can't because every time I think about it only squeals come out) my excitement of the thought of retuning to my cabin and skiing the day away, every Saturday for the whole summer! Such pleasures are really what make life as great as it can be.
In other news, I am working on finding a job for the summer (perhaps two if needed) to help me not only pay for rising tuition costs, but also to aid in my efforts towards going on my study abroad this coming winter/spring. Although the financial devils of the universe are trying to thwart my plans and dreams, I am determined to stop at nothing in making my way to South Africa as I have dreamed of doing for so very long.
I have found a wonderful program that will not only get me to the University I desire, but also help me in getting set up to volunteer and serve in the community while there. My hope is that in addition to attending classes, traveling, intensely studying IsiZulu and getting to know the culture, I will be able to volunteer and help teach English at some of the community schools there. The only problem comes in the form of that nasty thing we call money. The program is expensive (as is to be expected when going abroad) and so there is the possibility of me having to apply directly to the university without the aid of a program which, although it would save money, would leave me to find my own housing, get my own visa, deal with all the transcript transfer stuff, make all my own traveling arrangements, etc. All these are feats I do think I could conquer, and conquer well if I happened to be confronted with them, but nevertheless the idea seems daunting; especially considering that this will be my first time leaving the country.
My plan currently is to apply for as many scholarships as I can, work extra hard this summer, and if needed, to again take on two jobs in addition to my classes and such in the fall.
On a lighter note, my campus was recently converted into a concert arena for the fabulous annual event we call QUADSTOCK!!! For one whole glorious Saturday the campus was home to artists like Del the Funky Homosapien, Phantogram, and Hood Internet as well as about 400 drunk students, trucker hats, and a huge tub of cornstarch and water (which of course we ran across to defy physics! haha...or is more that we proved physics??....).
Such is Life.