Allrighty then, so my last final starts in 1 hour and 4 minutes, and counting. And then I'll be done. Done with my undergraduate career. Finito. Interesting now...
All I have left is topics in International Relations: Truth Justice & Reconcilliation. I suppose it's only fitting that an essay about Justice be the last thing I write in my undergraduate career. I will be writing about the point and source of reconcilliation, and the importance of punitive justice for human rights abuse.
I'm about to study - haven't done so yet, didn't think I needed to. Then I'm gonna take my test and go on home and pack some more. Then I'll just sit tight until my dad comes. I'm sure he'll help me with the first round of stuff. All my pots and pans and dishes are staying in Abilene because they're going to my brother Jon. Much of my stuff has already been disposed of. The goal, I think, is to get me moved out by tomorrow so that I can just sleep and then go to graduation. The end. I already have my cap and gown and I'm excited about walking on Saturday. Smile/sigh. Ah, glory.
Got a lot of studyin' and packing to do still though so I'd better get going.
Lots o Love
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Wednesday
Two finals today, two days left. I only have one day left of finals, one day, two finals. Tomorrow I have my Ethics final and my Topics in IR: Truth, Justice and Reconcilliation Final. Well, there you go.
So it's still cold, and I'm not happy. My mother isn't comming to see me graduate. She's sick and so is my baby brother. This creates a sadness in me, but I suppose it's generally all right. What's more important to me than her being there [here on Saturday] is my knowing I'll get to spend the summer with her.
I love you mom.
So it's still cold, and I'm not happy. My mother isn't comming to see me graduate. She's sick and so is my baby brother. This creates a sadness in me, but I suppose it's generally all right. What's more important to me than her being there [here on Saturday] is my knowing I'll get to spend the summer with her.
I love you mom.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Tuesday
Okay, so today was day one of finals week. I woke up in time to read a little Nietzche before our Recent Political Theory Final, and headed to the Ad building to meet Melanie and Cassidy for some more studying [like 3 hours or so last night at Java City wasn't enough...no...it wasn't...]. Then, I took the test - it was about an hour or so of my time, not bad I'd have to say. I got a little too excited about writing a John Rawls essay. As I was taking the test, I wondered if this was the last time I'd ever get to study philsophy. I've studied it quite a bit throughout my collegiate career [and in high school too...gotta love debate] and I've even taught an intro to political philsophy at debate camp. It kinda worried me, and I made a decision there and then [in the middle of writing about Burke's conservativism and what a jerk I think he was] to be more intentional about learning. I decided to make sure I read for an hour every day. And when I say read, I mean real books - classic literature or philosophy and such. So, today I started Dante's Commedia [The Divine Comedy]. It's such a good novella.
Layne and I had planned on going to get Subway for lunch today and then going to the zoo to visit Condi [my elephant] and then it got cold. Well, it got cold last night, but it wasn't supposed to LAST through today. Thus, the zoo has been put off for a day or two. There aren't many more days besides that left though.
So instead, I packed some today, and then went out for coffe with my debate partner. I guess actually, he's someone else's debate partner now. He, he gave me a present today. He told me I was a member of the Leaders-For-Life club [a private joke of sorts] and I busted out laughing. Then, he pulled out a book and handed it to me: John MacArthur's The Book On Leadership. He enclosed a note - it made me cry later when I read it.
I'm done packing my stuff into empty liquor boxes now [unfortunately, the best place in town to get free boxes is the liquor store, Pinkie's] and I'm waiting for Melanie, Andrew, and Evan so we can get our study on for our Congress & the Legislative Process final tomorrow. I'm so NOT excited about that...so UHHH. Oh wellz. I also have my COMS 111 final tomorrow. Sorrow. Infinate sorrow...except not. That class hurts me.
I think I have time to get some more Dante in before study time starts.
Layne and I had planned on going to get Subway for lunch today and then going to the zoo to visit Condi [my elephant] and then it got cold. Well, it got cold last night, but it wasn't supposed to LAST through today. Thus, the zoo has been put off for a day or two. There aren't many more days besides that left though.
So instead, I packed some today, and then went out for coffe with my debate partner. I guess actually, he's someone else's debate partner now. He, he gave me a present today. He told me I was a member of the Leaders-For-Life club [a private joke of sorts] and I busted out laughing. Then, he pulled out a book and handed it to me: John MacArthur's The Book On Leadership. He enclosed a note - it made me cry later when I read it.
I'm done packing my stuff into empty liquor boxes now [unfortunately, the best place in town to get free boxes is the liquor store, Pinkie's] and I'm waiting for Melanie, Andrew, and Evan so we can get our study on for our Congress & the Legislative Process final tomorrow. I'm so NOT excited about that...so UHHH. Oh wellz. I also have my COMS 111 final tomorrow. Sorrow. Infinate sorrow...except not. That class hurts me.
I think I have time to get some more Dante in before study time starts.
Monday, May 02, 2005
The End of an Era - Fittingly at the Grocery Store
The time has finally come I think, for me to talk about being sad. I'm sad, about graduation. In all actuality, I'm not sad about graduation as much as I'm just sad about the people who aren't gonna be there anymore when I get up in the morning.
I'm satisfied with SA, and the way I'm gonna leave it. My Congress is now Erin Dimas' Congress - and they're in good hands. My desk is someone else's and that's cool. My team is now Jennifer Knaupp's team. They also, are in good hands. IJM is no longer in my hands, but [as it has been for about a semester] in the hands of Sarah Carlson and Andrea - and the Lord will bless the fruits of their labor, this I know for sure. But in whose hands will I be in?
Who's apartment am I gonna get ready for formal in - who will be with me when I am trying on the 12th dress of the evening - and furthermore, who will be on her 14th dress while I'm still complaining about my MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF HAIR? Melanie - what will I do without you? Who will coach soccer with me? Who will study with me at Java City? Who will help me make fun of the DNC? [Surely not anyone in California...]
Paul, who's gonna sing Karaoke with me? And who, furthermore, is gonna dress up like Nelly in order to do it? Who's gonna come over to my apartment in the middle of the night when I'm upset? Furthermore, who's gonna do it while I'm still on the phone? Surprise surprise, you are always there when I need you...
Joy - who's gonna teach me Tai?
__________________________
Tonight, Layne and I went to the grocery store to get groceries to cook together, one last time. Layne and I first had a serious conversation my freshman year, about his sister. There were a couple more about his sister my sophomore year, and some about The Artist Formerly Known as Boyfriend [Jeremy], and then of course, about dogs and turtles, shorts, grass lengths, and racism. I saw him cry that day in his office for the first time...not many time after or since has he cried...but I think I've known them all.
Our friendship began to deepen and our company we began to share with each other more frrequently. And as we did, we began to eat together. But not just eat, we began to eat in each other's homes. Layne would make chicken and veggies - I would make carne guisada with rice and beans, or chorizo con huevos with homemade tortillas and limeaide. We cooked some together, and he and Ryan loved the days I brought them homemade pies. And we talked and lauged and sang and watched TV and made messes...it continues.
When our new team was first formed for SA - we also began in the kitchen. Layne came over to my apartment at the end of last semester, and I cooked - and he helped. We broke bread together. Today, we did the same thing in his kitchen. They came, they ate, we talked, they left. He and I cleaned, talked, and then we realized: This was it. This was the end, the end of an era.
No more trips to the veggie section at the grocery store, no more late night talks. No more Jedi night or X-men mutant. No more meals together. No more shopping together at the mall, no more fashion quizes, no more locking each other out of not our house, no more. There's just no more - who's hands will we be in? Who will shop with us and laugh with us and cook with us? Who's hands will carry my stuff up the stairs when it's too heavy and who's hands will sew his buttons back on?
God's hands carry us still though...
It was God's hands that brought us together, and it is the span and reach of those mighty hands that will keep us together.
The end of an era, yes. But also, the beginning of a new challenge. For what is a friendship, a true and good and deep one, if it cannot stand the test of time or distance? Committment to be friends can matter more than proximity. All of this we realized tonight.
And fittingly, it was in a grocery store and a kitchen, just the way it started.
I'm satisfied with SA, and the way I'm gonna leave it. My Congress is now Erin Dimas' Congress - and they're in good hands. My desk is someone else's and that's cool. My team is now Jennifer Knaupp's team. They also, are in good hands. IJM is no longer in my hands, but [as it has been for about a semester] in the hands of Sarah Carlson and Andrea - and the Lord will bless the fruits of their labor, this I know for sure. But in whose hands will I be in?
Who's apartment am I gonna get ready for formal in - who will be with me when I am trying on the 12th dress of the evening - and furthermore, who will be on her 14th dress while I'm still complaining about my MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF HAIR? Melanie - what will I do without you? Who will coach soccer with me? Who will study with me at Java City? Who will help me make fun of the DNC? [Surely not anyone in California...]
Paul, who's gonna sing Karaoke with me? And who, furthermore, is gonna dress up like Nelly in order to do it? Who's gonna come over to my apartment in the middle of the night when I'm upset? Furthermore, who's gonna do it while I'm still on the phone? Surprise surprise, you are always there when I need you...
Joy - who's gonna teach me Tai?
__________________________
Tonight, Layne and I went to the grocery store to get groceries to cook together, one last time. Layne and I first had a serious conversation my freshman year, about his sister. There were a couple more about his sister my sophomore year, and some about The Artist Formerly Known as Boyfriend [Jeremy], and then of course, about dogs and turtles, shorts, grass lengths, and racism. I saw him cry that day in his office for the first time...not many time after or since has he cried...but I think I've known them all.
Our friendship began to deepen and our company we began to share with each other more frrequently. And as we did, we began to eat together. But not just eat, we began to eat in each other's homes. Layne would make chicken and veggies - I would make carne guisada with rice and beans, or chorizo con huevos with homemade tortillas and limeaide. We cooked some together, and he and Ryan loved the days I brought them homemade pies. And we talked and lauged and sang and watched TV and made messes...it continues.
When our new team was first formed for SA - we also began in the kitchen. Layne came over to my apartment at the end of last semester, and I cooked - and he helped. We broke bread together. Today, we did the same thing in his kitchen. They came, they ate, we talked, they left. He and I cleaned, talked, and then we realized: This was it. This was the end, the end of an era.
No more trips to the veggie section at the grocery store, no more late night talks. No more Jedi night or X-men mutant. No more meals together. No more shopping together at the mall, no more fashion quizes, no more locking each other out of not our house, no more. There's just no more - who's hands will we be in? Who will shop with us and laugh with us and cook with us? Who's hands will carry my stuff up the stairs when it's too heavy and who's hands will sew his buttons back on?
God's hands carry us still though...
It was God's hands that brought us together, and it is the span and reach of those mighty hands that will keep us together.
The end of an era, yes. But also, the beginning of a new challenge. For what is a friendship, a true and good and deep one, if it cannot stand the test of time or distance? Committment to be friends can matter more than proximity. All of this we realized tonight.
And fittingly, it was in a grocery store and a kitchen, just the way it started.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Justice Sunday
:-)
Well, today was justice Sunday again at Highland. Mike Cope started last week by talking about how Justice is part of the character of God. Today, he mentioned ways we can make a difference. So, he talked about IJM...YES YES HE DID. What's more, there was a table at the front after both first and second service about signing up to be on the email list. OH GLORY. He even said my and Sarah Carlson's name in the sermon. OH yah...Justice.
Speaking of justice, I've been doing a lot of thinking about how I want my decor in my new law school accomidations. I have decided, that I want a black comforter and black and white sheets. On the walls, I want posters and paraphanlia that is justice themed. You know, like a poster with Victor Yushenko on it, Free Chechnya, End the Violence, movie posters from Beyond Borders and other such INFINATELY COOL justice movies. As I find what I need, I'll post the links...because somehow I will get those things.
Lizz :-)
SEEK JUSTICE
LET IT ROLL DOWN LIKE A RIVER
FOR GOD LOVES JUSTICE
[and skittles, I'm almost sure of it...]
Well, today was justice Sunday again at Highland. Mike Cope started last week by talking about how Justice is part of the character of God. Today, he mentioned ways we can make a difference. So, he talked about IJM...YES YES HE DID. What's more, there was a table at the front after both first and second service about signing up to be on the email list. OH GLORY. He even said my and Sarah Carlson's name in the sermon. OH yah...Justice.
Speaking of justice, I've been doing a lot of thinking about how I want my decor in my new law school accomidations. I have decided, that I want a black comforter and black and white sheets. On the walls, I want posters and paraphanlia that is justice themed. You know, like a poster with Victor Yushenko on it, Free Chechnya, End the Violence, movie posters from Beyond Borders and other such INFINATELY COOL justice movies. As I find what I need, I'll post the links...because somehow I will get those things.
Lizz :-)
SEEK JUSTICE
LET IT ROLL DOWN LIKE A RIVER
FOR GOD LOVES JUSTICE
[and skittles, I'm almost sure of it...]
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