You know you are multitasking...when you tell the classmate on the right about the text formatting in your upcoming group power point and when you tell the classmate on your left that you will look on Black Board to find where that group paper (the one that is due within a few hours.) needs to be turned into.
You know you are facing multiple mini crisis when...the classmate on your right tells you that she "can't find" the power point you both spent an hour working on, and when the classmate on your left opens her big blue eyes wide as you both suddenly discover that your 7 page group paper is only supposed to be 5 pages...MAX!
You know God is giving you His special grace when... the classmate on you right fixes the power point without freaking out, cussing out or breaking down, and the classmate on your left reduces the 7 page group essay with in 1 minute.
Did I just hear someone say they were glad to be out of college?!
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Wednesday Writing Bits
Looking out of the library window, suspended as it were, from the third story by the sheer engineering of steel, cement, and glass, I look out across my college campus. The grey parking lot, with the little multicolored flecks of reflective metal, the cement path that wiggles it’s way between buildings and trees leading to the 6 story parking structure, the freeway overpass severing the dry hillsides and circumferencing the campus—all this I see. When my eyes simply stare out at this scene, gazing at “nothing” and losing all distinct visual focus, the world seems to be crawling. To be alive. The bobbing heads and steady tread of the college students, the movement and shine of the cars in the lot below, and the flow of traffic in the distance all combine to give the sense that the world is respiring. It inhales, sighs, and twitches. It shrinks and expands. It sweats and craves moisture. It was as if I were inside the body watching it maintain it equilibrium and homeostasis.
Yet as simultaneous and unified as these events appear to be, each entity is separate in its immediate purpose.
I blink and the individual cars, people, hills, and freeway overpasses each come into focus…I am not inside the human body but suspended as it were from the third story by the sheer engineering of steel, cement, and glass. I am looking out across my college campus.
copywrite 2009
All of these funny thoughts, and I haven't even taken physiology yet!
Yet as simultaneous and unified as these events appear to be, each entity is separate in its immediate purpose.
I blink and the individual cars, people, hills, and freeway overpasses each come into focus…I am not inside the human body but suspended as it were from the third story by the sheer engineering of steel, cement, and glass. I am looking out across my college campus.
copywrite 2009
All of these funny thoughts, and I haven't even taken physiology yet!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Opperation Lizard
Look at his face. Is endearing the word that comes to mind? For you it probably doesn’t, but for my Country Sis and me, this little guy has a special place in our hearts. The details surrounding Operation Lizard have long been forgotten, but it is a tradition that carries on, bringing much "endearment" with it.
Years ago when my Country Sis was still The Eldest City Sis (whom we teased and called Mother Superior...you know like the head Nun in a convent* smile*) started to "hide" this plastic lizard somewhere in the other sister's "stuff." The goal was to surprise her.
Back and forth, from underwear drawer to shoebox, to makeup cabinet, agent Lizard went. Occasionally he brought a message such as a tender "I love you" or a playful, "Didn't think you'd find me here did ya?" The tactics became more serious and complicated when I mailed Agent Lizard to our friends in Texas so they could hide it in Eldest City Sis's suitcase. I had forgotten to do so before she left.
On my recent trip back from Eldest City Sis's home (now married and whom is fondly renamed Country Sis. Sorry girl-friend but I don’t' think you were cut out to be a nun!) I found Agent lizard in my bag. After years of sabbatical, he was back on the track, with a bow on him!
I don't have Agent Lizard anymore, he has been sent on another mission.--back up with Country Sis. When she came for a October visit, the reptilian Agent accompanied her back home.
Mission Accomplished!!
Anyone else want to share the fun and silly traditions that they have?
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
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