Last year's spring quarter was a memorable time of fun--I seemed to just float through it all, lounging around in Aldrich Park during breaks, going to concerts, watching movies, all while doing decently well in school.
This spring however, I feel like I've been picked up by a slow moving tornado and whirled around town at a rapid pace. This tornado hasn't been moving too fast so as to kill me, but it does leave very little time to well, stop and smell the roses.
---
Being a coordinator for senior banquet 2010 was an opportunity of a lifetime, and I am so thankful to have gotten a chance to work with my fellow point leaders. Special shoutout to the Munster and Welcome Pet, you guys really stepped it up big time. I know this is kind of tumblresque, but I feel like Welcome Pet put it best:
"I've had so much fun working with everyone on banquet these past few weeks. It was pretty stressful but I never regretted it at all. Just seeing how everything was coming together and getting to know a bunch of you so well was an amazing experience for me and honestly, I'm going to miss it a lot. I really appreciate the time and effort that everyone gave and I think it really came out looking amazing. Awesome job everyone."
It's weird and very bittersweet being done with it all, but I know that besides all the amazing videos that I will re-watch again and again, I will come out of this experience with new and strengthened friendships, some xp in leadership and decision making, and even a few dance moves to boot. I'm also really glad it was this senior class that I got to honor, because I truly love a bunch of them to death. It's mind-boggling to think of myself as a senior so soon.
---
The softball season ended today on a disappointing note. I totally choked in the last inning, and George's huge hit was nullified by the ump giving the other team another inning. It's funny because in co-ed, we lost when the umpire took away an inning a bit prematurely. Still, it was a blast (as always) being able to play softball with a great group of guys and girls, even if attendance was much more difficult than in the past. Interestingly enough, we felt much more confident in our co-ed team at the beginning of the season, and we also felt really confident in this men's semi-final game at both the beginning of the game and after we took the lead in the bottom of the 6th.
Things don't always turn out like you anticipated, and that's part of life I guess. I'm excited to have some relative "downtime" for the rest of the quarter, and spend more one-on-one time with the big man upstairs. Lord knows I need it.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
God Provides
In a time of challenges:
Veggie Grill gift cards for the vegetarian thing.
Journalism sources falling into my lap.
An amazing group of co-coordinators for banquet that are picking up my slack.
Veggie Grill gift cards for the vegetarian thing.
Journalism sources falling into my lap.
An amazing group of co-coordinators for banquet that are picking up my slack.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Skunk! Part II
At 11:30 p.m. last Sunday, as I was merrily walking Rangedogs through the brisk but not too chilly neighborhood, I was in pretty high spirits. The day back home had gone very well, with a groundbreaking interview in the morning and an enjoyable family dinner at night. All I had left to do was finish up a couple of articles, and I looked forward to getting a solid night's sleep. On top of all that, I was listening to the newly acquired fun. CD and it's borderline impossible to feel anything but happy while listening to them.
About 50 feet away from returning home, after Ranger had raised his stupid leg about 37 times, this fatty skunk or racoon type animal waddled across the street a little ways down the road. Ranger went ballistic, somehow ripping himself free of not his collar, but the metal carabiner that linked his leash and his collar. This newfound freedom allowed Range to frantically sprint around the neighborhood for about a minute, joyously seeking out his prey, while I tried in vain to get a hold of him.
Finally, Ranger stops by a car and barks a few times. A rotten stench wafts through the air. It was most definitely a skunk. Drained from his jubilant adventure, Rangedogs puts his head down and promptly trots back to our house.
I go home, proclaiming the bad news. We decide to wait for my brother to get home because he knows the concoction. Meanwhile, Ranger somehow got loose from the backyard, and is once again roaming the neighborhood.
By the time we finally find him, get the delightful mix of baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and water all over Ranger's pungent fur, shampoo and bathe him, it is 2:30. At this point I still have to deal with the slightly mind-boggling fact that my sister had gotten all my whites stained a pale green because she had inexplicably threw some of her own green clothes into my batch of whites (that was already done) and re-started the wash. I also still had to finish my articles, and drive back to Irvine early the next morning.
God has an interesting way of reminding us about things. Patience, unconditional love, not being too comfortable to the point of stagnancy, humbleness...
About 50 feet away from returning home, after Ranger had raised his stupid leg about 37 times, this fatty skunk or racoon type animal waddled across the street a little ways down the road. Ranger went ballistic, somehow ripping himself free of not his collar, but the metal carabiner that linked his leash and his collar. This newfound freedom allowed Range to frantically sprint around the neighborhood for about a minute, joyously seeking out his prey, while I tried in vain to get a hold of him.
Finally, Ranger stops by a car and barks a few times. A rotten stench wafts through the air. It was most definitely a skunk. Drained from his jubilant adventure, Rangedogs puts his head down and promptly trots back to our house.
I go home, proclaiming the bad news. We decide to wait for my brother to get home because he knows the concoction. Meanwhile, Ranger somehow got loose from the backyard, and is once again roaming the neighborhood.
By the time we finally find him, get the delightful mix of baking soda, hydrogen peroxide, and water all over Ranger's pungent fur, shampoo and bathe him, it is 2:30. At this point I still have to deal with the slightly mind-boggling fact that my sister had gotten all my whites stained a pale green because she had inexplicably threw some of her own green clothes into my batch of whites (that was already done) and re-started the wash. I also still had to finish my articles, and drive back to Irvine early the next morning.
God has an interesting way of reminding us about things. Patience, unconditional love, not being too comfortable to the point of stagnancy, humbleness...
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
I can feel the stretch run a-coming
Every year, spring quarter always ends with such a bang. School stuff seemingly goes on the backburner, and all these awesome events like dance practice and trainings and softball take over my daily thoughts. This year, it seems like it's even more pronounced because I have been thrust into a leadership position in many of these roles. Sometimes, I feel this overwhelming burden of not messing up/being an inadequate leader. Other times, I feel a rush of satisfaction of a job well done, or something that went better than expected. Overall, I'm glad I took these opportunities. Definitely some good character building and all that jazz.
These moments are only going to intensify as the year comes to a close. For some reason, the stretch run where Zenyatta bursts to the front of the pack comes to mind. ZEN-YA-TA!!!!
The vegetarian run has been good thus far. I think the first time that I started wanting meat again was last Wednesday. Some meals are a bit pathetic looking. But in any case, I think it is a very good reminder for me in the midst of my busy days to take a breather and look up to God and just honor him. I have a budding sense of encouragement about the goals that I want to see accomplished.
(Side note: I think the style of this post was kind of similar to Fooks' "Week 5" post. I have this slightly disturbing, somewhat uncanny ability to (sometimes unknowingly) imitate writers that I read. Like when I read the entire "Roll my Thunder, Hear my Cry" series in eighth grade, I picked up that Southern reconstruction era style. When we read Frankenstein, it was the depressingly romantic stuff that I started spewing. Reading Bill Simmons usually makes my sports columns a little funnier.
So the question remains: am I merely some kind of chameleon writer who, like we learned in music 3, can perform, but cannot compose?)
These moments are only going to intensify as the year comes to a close. For some reason, the stretch run where Zenyatta bursts to the front of the pack comes to mind. ZEN-YA-TA!!!!
The vegetarian run has been good thus far. I think the first time that I started wanting meat again was last Wednesday. Some meals are a bit pathetic looking. But in any case, I think it is a very good reminder for me in the midst of my busy days to take a breather and look up to God and just honor him. I have a budding sense of encouragement about the goals that I want to see accomplished.
(Side note: I think the style of this post was kind of similar to Fooks' "Week 5" post. I have this slightly disturbing, somewhat uncanny ability to (sometimes unknowingly) imitate writers that I read. Like when I read the entire "Roll my Thunder, Hear my Cry" series in eighth grade, I picked up that Southern reconstruction era style. When we read Frankenstein, it was the depressingly romantic stuff that I started spewing. Reading Bill Simmons usually makes my sports columns a little funnier.
So the question remains: am I merely some kind of chameleon writer who, like we learned in music 3, can perform, but cannot compose?)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)