Soccer Mom

I can't wait to be a soccer mom.

Seriously.

Standing on the sidelines.
Yelling for my kids to: "play smart."
Yelling for the other team to: "not hurt my baby!"
Calling the ref out on what I consider bad calls.
Bringing snacks.
Having a button (or 5) with my son's face on it.
Being so proud no matter what the score is at the end.

If I get this into college games, with players that are just my peers and classmates, think how crazy I will be at my own kids' game.

oh, I cannot wait!

Longing.

There is an "ebb and flow" of every semester, or every college experience. It isn't the same for every person, but there is a general feel for what the semester will feel and look like for the "typical" student. My personal "ebb and flow" is in a state of longing. I am content here on my mountain, in my rooms at the end of the hall, in classes that are hard but full, with my roommates and job. I love Covenant. I love the fall. But I am longing for more. I miss the ones and the things that are not here, but I wish were...

I miss Cabin Esther.
I miss sonic runs with Keri, Billy and Patrick.
I miss skit committee/the Trio of 2010.
I miss cooking class with Garrett and our talks about life.
I miss speedball.
I miss home: my room, my bed, my cat.
I miss game night with Daddy and Patty.
I miss coffee talks with Momma.
I miss snuggles with sisters.

I miss my car.


I love Covenant. I love roommates. But I miss these too.

Thoughts from the Stork Club

1. The Stork Club = My Room. The roommates and I are known for the random, slightly absurd, always hilarious comments that we make on a day to day basis. And on the birthday of my current RA, we shouted praises about her being fertile in the GH (aka the great hall). So this year, she bought us mugs with storks on them... thus the Stork Club was birthed.
2. I love reading more than one book at one time. I do not, however, enjoy that I often have to put those "pleasure" books on hold for the "scholarly" books I am required to read. Makes me feel inadequate, and leaves me with a sense of longing.
   
3. Fall, is, here. Enough said.
   
4. Campus Preview Weekend. Out of Control. There are currently over 270 high school students hanging out on Campus, staying with students and stealing our seats in chapel/class. Out of control.
   
5. I want a tattoo. Bad. And I also want another hole pierced in my ear. I know, rebellious. But really, the times are changing and it is becoming more accepting of the tattoo generation. And I don't want anything ginormous across my back or on my arm. Just a little something on my foot. Maybe for my 21st birthday I'll treat myself.
   
6. I have a HUGE paper that I really should be working on right now... but I am not. Oh to be studious again....