Monday, March 31, 2008

Ides of March

It is the last day of March and my posting has been non existent. I am ashamed because I know that I have lost the only four readers I ever had. I shall mourn them with great sorrow.

But perhaps I will start posting again. Perhaps people will read it and perhaps, just perhaps, it will be read by PSU friends as well as the four readers at home. Yes? Oh please say yes!

My mind in the terms of posting is dominated by three things:

1) The state of my education
2) Spring break (best week of the past semester)
3) This past weekend

Education is lovely in an ugly sort of way. Classes are harder and less exciting since I do very little creative work. I take that back, I don't do any creative work. When I write for fun or for creativity I enjoy life a great deal more than I do when I am simply reading literature and spouting off essays in response to it. Give me an mfa program any day over a ph.d.

Wow... I will probably laugh at those words someday.

I'm in love with John Donne. I've quite lost my head over him and I hope I shall never recover..

"At the round earth's imagined corners"

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Spring break was the best week ever. I loved it and all the fellowship that we had and how clear the voice of God is when I'm taken away from familiar and redundant settings for a brief time. I met so many people that I learned so much from and started relationships that I hope will last for years and years.



We drove to Jacksonville the first night and spent time by the water under the stars. The next day was resting and relaxing. We all were burnt by the end of the freezing day. I took a nap in a car and it was lovely.





The drive from Jacksonville to Orlando was a highlight. We shared testimonies and sang at the top of our lungs.

This is a pic of our car (not taken on the trip but Saturday night at the formal):



Owen, me, Kadi, and Adam (the chap who told off my phone stalker)

The days in Orlando were times of Bible study and service and laughter. We were studying scripture that demonstrated servanthood which is a subject that will be eternally humbling however many times I come back to it in my life (or in the next, to be quite frank). The project I was on was at Frontline ministries, an after school program. We ran around with kids and did outdoors stuff.





(me and Jackie, a girl who I have a crazy ammount of respect for!)



duck duck goose was a must!




And we also had some crazy good times as well!



Nightly back rubs!



Mini-golfing!





The best Bible study ever!


A special thanks for those who shared their lives and stories and wisdom and time with me: Maryn, Katie Stick, Jackie, Paige, Dave Hart, my car friends!, Jenelle, Kevin, and Ashley.

And I would put more pictures up of the weekend which included dresses and friends and dancing, but I'll save it for another blog post. I mustn't run out of material too quickly!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

I'll write a real post soon! This weekend!

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Fantastic

Today, I went and visited my British Lit proffessor's office hours to get some more specific advice on how to make my essays better. It was quite encouraging and instructive, that since I'm at this point in my writing now I will be just fine down the road in harder literature classes. We went off on a tangent about what we're reading in class now (The Faerie Queene) and what not, and I pulled suddenly back to Chaucer and asked something I've been wanting to ask since we started on him: why on earth is he so fantastic in British lit and history? I simply didn't understand.

Dr. Arner's face was priceless.

He sort of froze, shock and disbelief in his eyes, with a strange "no... I don't believe you could have possibly said what I think you said" smile on his mouth.

A quiet, flustered, "How can you say that?" was all he could manage.

I laughed and said "I guess that was just heretical."

"Extremely! In fact, you just failed the class right here." (he was just joking, of course) And then he sort of flustered his way through how crazy I was, that Chaucer was the father of English poetry, that Chaucer was a giant among men, etc, etc.

As he bumbled through a hasty explanation of why Chaucer is fantastic and not stupid, I realized that I knew that expression on his face. I knew it because I have worn it many times. Wondering how exactly someone could hate Jane Austen or find Perelandra uninviting or the person who gave up on Lord of the Rings because it was "too long" or for those (cough, cough) who wanted to chuck Jane Eyre across a room.

And that is how I know, that someday, somehow, I will love Chaucer.


It was a fantastic moment and I can almost love Chaucer already because of it. Just think... at one point in my life I disliked Shakespeare.

Dr. Arner has promised to aquitt me if I promise to try Chaucer again sometime, possibly in the form of an entire semester dedicated to his study. And so, I have not failed Engl 221. Yet.