Cast of Characters
Me & My College President, lovingly called LCB
LCB: Miss Sassy! How are you this morning?
Me: Oh, I’m fine, President B.
LCB: So! How do you feel about Hill?
Me: What? I mean… I like hills as well as any other geographical feature….
LCB: stares at me. Hil. Hilary Clinton.
Me: OH! Right. Uh…. Well, I’m voting for Obama.
Yes. I’m SOOOOOO smooth.
Me: Okay, thanks Mr. C. I sigh, throw my stuff into my totebag and intend to stalk away after arguing with my history professor about some of his comments on my junior seminar paper.
Mr. C: No problem. Have a good day. What he really wants to say is, oh, yes, of course you’re right. Which one of us has been teaching for thirty years? shut up.
Me: Turn to huff away, heading for the door a mere two feet away… And walk straight into the glass window (floor to ceiling) beside his office door.
Mr. C: Dear… are you okay?
Me: Yep. Gonna go now.
Mr. C: Have… have a good day.
Oh, school. Oh, fickle, fickle academics. Oh, my ability to focus, where have you gone?
The good news is, Lara helped me get focused. And there’s still enough time in the semester to recoup my grades.
I am writing two major papers:
1) John Burwe11 was President of (My College) from 1872-1890. This was a time of tremendous growth and development for the institution. How did Burwe11’s past experiences affect his time here? What are the current day ramifications of the Burwe11 administration?
2) The United Daughters of the Confederacy and their impact on the religion of the Lost Cause.
Plus, I’m doing a major research project on how Cosmopolitan has covered politics in the past 30 years.
Fantastic.
In the meantime, I’m setting some goals for myself.
Lastly, I have a big post in the works, with various interview questions. So, if you have any ideas or questions you want to ask me… Let me know!
Scene one. Grace.
“Dear Biblical Literature Professor. I know I am behind. (Six papers behind.) I am struggling. Can I finish this course? I need a good grade if I ever want to apply for Seminary… Please let me know. Thanks! Sassy.”
“Sassy — Of course you can complete the course. Catch up as soon as possible. You’re a bright student. I look forward to your input in class.”
Scene two. Praise.
“Sassy, the work you did on the Super Giant Recruitment Project was phenomenal. The whole time we were at the conference, everything ran so smoothly. All the files were in place, the folders we handed out to candidates was amazing. Thank you so much for your hard work.”
Scene three. Beauty.
With window open, I can smell the crisp cold air that filters in through long, soft tulle curtains. I ease down into my bed – clean sheets, down comforter, pillows just so. I can hear a train rumble by. The gurgle of the fountain out front.
Tomorrow, (later today, rather), I have a trip to the state archives to learn how to do original, archival research. I have a meeting with my professor to discuss said research. Then, I get to hang out with one of my friends, HP. Then, I have a blind date.
That’s right, a blind date.
That’s a story for another time.
Tonight, I have redemption in three scenes.
Kathy asked me to share the details of an embarrassing moment. I had to sit and think for a bit. What should I write about? The time my best friend and I got into a screaming match at school and I called him a liar and he called me a whore? Hm. The time I threw up on my then-boyfriend at the opera because of bad (baaaad) chicken salad? Noooo. I KNOW what I’ll write about!
My freshman year of college, I was heavily involved in politics. I had an internship that impressed my College President, and so, when a US Congressman who represented the district my college lives in came about and asked for a student to take him on a tour, I was picked.
What a fantastic opportunity! I would basically get half an hour to hang out with a Congressman, and tell him about my wonderful little school! Well. One has to be professional for such situations! So, that afternoon, I carefully dressed – black slacks from Nordstroms, a pale pink oxford, a black cardigan, and black high heels. Picture of neat professionalism, I was.
It was drizzling a bit, so the kind Congressman was carrying an umbrella, large enough for both of us to walk under. We began to tour, and I went into a great amount of detail. We talked and considered every aspect of my small campus, discussed my political ambitions, the upcoming presidential election, and the problems of poverty and AIDS. I was flying high, what a fantastic opportunity for ME, a little old 19 year old college freshman! SPLENDID!
Well, my campus is built of brick. Really. The whole thing. Except the part that’s 
pretty porches and columns. See? All sorts of brick. That’s not even the brickiest part of campus. So, you’ll have to take my word. These bricks, many of them very old, can be uneven. (Oh, dear reader, you see where this is going, don’t you?) Also, it was drizzling, so the bricks were a bit slick. Also, I was wearing high heels. Also… Disaster ahead, no?
We’re about to end our tour when… I step on an uneven brick. My heel slips on the wet surface, my feet slide out from under me. The Congressman, being a consumate gentleman, tries to catch me. He drops the umbrella, grabs my elbow… But no. I’m going down. And now, he’s coming with me.
We both end up sprawled on the brick, in a puddle, no less. I’m humiliated, his staff is freaking out, and he’s laughing. I must have flushed fifteen shades of red, pink, and purple. It was MORTIFYING. He swore it was no big deal, and told me not to worry about it.
However, my Daddy, upon hearing the story, just shook his head. “You shouldn’t have gotten so cocky about how well it was going. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
My Daddy. Philosopher AND political commentator.
Indeed.
g, and what God can give THEM. I’ve seen girls my age consumed with campus ministries, growing cruel and exclusionary, all while ignoring the call to love. For a long time, it turned me off to Christianity.
I struggle with my desire for material things, and my desire for experiences that make me feel good. After all, that’s what God wants, right? He wants me to be happy, right? … Right?
Du’oh. The Irresistible Revoluti
on is the passionate story of a man who realizes that truly following God jacks up your life more than anything imaginable. He talks about working with Mother Theresa in Calcutta, dressing the wounds of leapers; making friends with Philly’s homeless; battling for social justice. He lives in an intentional community called The Simple Way, where the focus is on loving God and loving their neighbors.It’s an inspirational book, but not in that cheap, cheesey way of someone like Rick Warren (or God help me, Joel Olsteen). Claiborne urges us to understand that following Christ is not an easy path. It doesn’t lead to fame and fortune. It drives us to our knees, forcing us to seek God as we build His Kingdom. Excellent book – for the believer OR the non-believer.
So… Extreme Home Makeover is doing a house behind my college.
Which is awesome! And amazing! And good for the local community and amazing!
But all day long and all night long, for the past three days… big trucks have rumbled past my dorm. Big trucks rumble in and big trucks rumble out.
All hours.
They only have 7 days, you know.
Rumble… Rumble… Rumble….
Quack.
Quack.
Quack.
It’s raining.
It’s pouring.
I’m not snoring… Cause I’m studying.
Sorry I’m a little out of it.
I got a fish. Named her LCB after my college president. I’m gonna get another one and name it after her husband, Warren.
Brilliant.
It’s been raining for two days. Boo.
So, I worked on this long post in which I posted pictures and summaries of all my textbooks for this semester but my formatting did NOT come out correctly, so I gave up.
Anyways, this semester, I’m taking:
Public Speaking
Beginning Spanish
Political Campaign Communication
History of Germany from 1870 to Present
History of Women in the Western World, 1700 to Present
So, that sounds pretty good!
I think I’m going to have the opportunity to write some interesting papers. For instance?
“Women’s Political History in North Carolina since 1960.”
Doesn’t that sound fun??
I’m excited!
I’m back at school.
Moving is AWFUL, let me tell you. I mean, TERRIBLE.
I’m sooooo tired of being a transient. It doesn’t help that I lug about 200 books with me everywhere I go, therefore opening me up to mockery from those around me and major back pain. (When I say everywhere I go, I mean, everytime I move.) My room in the good ol’ dorm is fabulous. God bless being an RA and having a big double room as a single. It’s pretty sweet, I tell you. However, I can say that the local library’s book sale is coming in a couple of months and I have no idea where I’ll get the 100+ books I’ll buy there. Hmm.
I start RA training on Wednesday. It hasn’t started yet and I’m already exhausted.
Help!
I miss all my bloggy friends when I’m not posting a lot. I do check up on you, I swear.
Soon? A list of all the school supplies I’m excited about. Can you bear the excitement?
