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|Of which I have experienced none. Someday, I'm promised, but not for this summer, next summer... but the summer after that has potential. <3 It's something that I and my boyfriend agreed on, with our parent's support. Our first kiss will be at the altar. Him and I want to be different-- we want to have a good testimony for other people, especially for our children and the kids we'll be ministering to later on. The thought is that if we can do it, we can be an encouragement to others in this day and time with all its pressures. |
There was a lot of things my parents tried to tell me about relationships that I didn't really understand. I thought I did, and with my head I grasped the concept, but my heart had never experienced it. But one of the most amazing things that I've discovered is that Prince Charming/Mr. Right exists. There really is someone out there that matches you perfectly. There is someone who thinks the way you do, that shares your thoughts, that asks the same questions, that thinks through things until they arrive at the same place you have, that wants the same things, that values the same things... There is someone who balances your faults with his assets, that loves all your quirks... And I found him. It's like he was made for me-- and I know that he was. Good things really do come to those who wait.
And for other news... I'm on facebook now. Which is why I've been neglecting this. I swore to myself I would never give into the facebook pressure, but I caved. There's just too many widgets to resist! It's entertaining, easy to find people, easy to get... and I have way more friends than I thought I would. The one annoying thing: the popularity contest it can become. Which is just hysterical. Like how many friends you have on facebook is any real measure of your real-life charisma. That's a scream.
Summer has been extraordinarily boring. I tried to find a summer job, but nothing every got back to me. I went back to all of the places I could, but to no avail. So, I'm thinking about getting a job while I'm at school during the school year. Nothing big, but enough. There's a future waiting for me just around the corner that I'm not ready for yet. Anyhoo... I've been giving piano lessons to two of the world's most adorable children, watching TV, and talking to my boyfriend.
Speaking of him... I'll be seeing him in 6 days! I'm so excited!
|... And so begins the first chapter of every Wheel of Time book. Not exactly the first words, of course, but poetic, and since it also is associated with the turning of a fair amount of time, I figured it was appropriate. As in: wow, its been a long time! Like that's unusual. |
I could try and take you through this entire semester, but I'll save the details, and only give the essentials:
Worked on my Junior Recital (on which I got an A-! NICE!)
Successfully completed Advanced English Grammar and Composition. (I'm not sure how successfully, yet)
Started going to breakfast. (I never ate breakfast ritualistically. Self-denial. ha.)
Got a boyfriend. (boyfriend is to superficial a word. "Betrothed" or "intended"... we're just not engaged yet.)
Realized every day that I am not deserving of the Lord's abundant mercy.
If there was a theme verse for this semester, it would have to be Ephesians 3:16-19. He really does give "abundantly above all that we ask or think." This semester has been rough with the homework load. As a music major, I'm used to a lot of projects and constant practicing (this semester I practiced piano, percussion, trombone, trumpet, cello...), but not a whole lot of consistent daily-grind homework. Of which I had a lot of this semester. So, learning to balance that in with the 35 hours of practice I complete in a week, the 50 some-odd projects I had, and miraculously acquiring a social life... I'm just glad my friends are understanding when I'm distracted. Anyhoo... there were many, many times when I thought to myself "there is no way I'll be able to get this done, except by a miracle. Lord, could I have a miracle?" And He would deliver one. There were so many papers, critiques, annotated bibliographies, analysis, arrangements, recitals, teachings, performances, and projects that I had due this semester and never quite enough time to get it all done. But, by the grace of God, I didn't turn in a single project late. Not one. Whoah. That was a miracle. I didn't always get the most spectacular grades, but they were passable. I survived, with my Father's help.
But the most fantastic part of my semester? ... my Prince Charming came. Every day is a waking dream.
|Or in other words, the various pure vowels with a consonant attached to be sung in choral warm-ups. Which I have heard a lot of in the past couple of days. Because I'm a music education major, I have to do all kinds of ed-major thingies. Like practicums and "experiences" and "observations" and other stuff. Which I am completing right now. Education Practicum, SE... something or other. Me and course numbers just do not get along. |
In order to complete this course (where I'll get 2 credits that'll make a Senior! \/\/007!) I have to hang around at a local Christian high school and do things like "assist" (a word I get to make up my own definition for) and "observe" (which I have decided means "sit in the back of the room and doodle.) So, I'm in the midst of it, and it's been a combination of boredom and intrigue. But the highlights so far? Getting to watch somebody play a drum set FOR REAL (sweet!) and getting to conduct a high school chamber choir. It was sweet.
Go back to college next week. Ick.