not much else

Went to class, took my mom to the airport, homeworked at muggs, did a photo shoot with tyler, watched rushmore for the heck of it, studied for chem, production meeting, bed. 

Sometimes I Don't Care If I'm Still in Eighth Grade

In history I got a note from Faith saying that the new-guy barista thought I was "hott," and then when I mentioned Oxford I got even hotter--off the charts hott.  Surprised and delighted and mildly creeped out, the rest of the day was spent in a self-confident high complete with giddiness and giggles and, of course, lots of oogly journaling.

perhaps a miracle just the same

Church at Akron Christian Reformed, where I think I expected a miracle and then was disappointed when one eluded me.  Spent the majority of the day at Muggs doing homework and flirting with the new-guy barista. 

forensics

hard forensics workshop retreat day--duos, faith lits, speeches, general prep for nationals.  it's weird that the "easy" part of practicing seems like the most difficult and most debilitating...

asked

The comm department apparently values my opinion, and asked me to sit in on an interview with a new prospective candidate to fill the tv/broadcasting role.  While writing feedback, I was asked to drive a professor's car to transport another professor's children, and was just astounded by their affirmation and trust.  I was also asked to mandate a post-play discussion, and it was insinuated that I might have a job as a research assistant this summer...  It's things like this that make me feel blessed and loved and humbled that people whom I respect and admire have respect and high opinions of me.

This is why I can't have a boyfriend

Though I am feeling free and able to be creative in different outlets, that still didn't mean that I wanted to spend 7 hours on a mediocre photography project that I clearly invested more time in than anyone else, desperate for perfection and proof and validation.  So after four hours trying to develop the perfect print with the perfect verse, I gave up and cropped melly's face, triune-ed her, matted her with a triune verse with red accents, and then was upset by the lack of encouragement and my inability to be geometrical.  Writers meeting reminded me of my extensive to-do list, and then a late night call from an extra flirtatious boy left me flattered but annoyed at the homework he was making me miss.  

Inbox:

I skipped chem and chapel, feeling rebellious and free and guilty, turned in my history paper, and waited in anticipation for the notification from BestSemester.  Nothing in the inbox.  Lunch with connie, mel, sarah, deshanna, victoria.  Nothing in the inbox.  Read article.  Nothing in the inbox.  Print acetate paper.  Nothing in the--oh!  Wait!  Something's there--Yes! Accepted!  Did I read it correctly?  Yes!  Confirmation!  Tell everyone, celebratory dinner, (media stories seminar), visit with Tyler, full out applause from late night?, Social life!

Wait--all social life and no homework?  That seems a little contradictory for a future Oxford student...