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I am sad. I am sad because I am finished with school. You see, this past Friday, I graduated. Which is great and happy and all, but I’m gonna miss my university and my professors and my friends so much!! This last semester has been so crazy busy. I’ve been student teaching and taking my teacher certification tests and taking my very last Spanish course. Swamped. I’ve felt swamped and stressed out.   But now it’s over and I’m sad. more »

3 years later

Someone wise once said, “Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.” Well, I can certainly attest to the first part of that. How is it that it was three years ago that I started University? That’s insane to me! Where has the time gone?? Was it really three whole years ago that I loaded all the boxes up on my dad’s truck and drove 20 minutes to my University to move into a dorm? Three years ago more »

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{Actually, it was never written, but that didn’t go with the alliteration. Please pardon me. ;) } . . . So I originally typed all of this to go in my “Three Years Later” post that will be published Thursday (a reflection upon this school year). But my Pageant reflections ended up way too long so figured I should just dedicate an entire post to my Pageant experience. Thus this post. So here we go…     Sometime during the more »

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When I was eleven I attended a “6th grade retreat” which was put on by my small private school. There were four other sixth graders in my cabin, and we had two counselors who were both seniors in high school. On the very first night of the retreat, our counselors gave us cute composition books to use as a journal or notebook during our time at the retreat. Since that moment, journaling has become a very dear habit of mine, more »

two years later

Two years ago I embarked on my journey through college. It seems odd for me to think about how I’m halfway done, and my university days are nearly over. That means I’m growing up… and I don’t feel old enough to be a grown up yet. Thinking back to move-in day, I remember how scared and nervous I felt as a freshman. I was terrified, and my university was only a 20 minute drive from home. I was scared that more »