I have officially made it through the class that was only created to destroy me. Public Speaking (SPK 208) is in the past. In high school, my favorite English teacher told me I should definitely consider taking the class that they offered. To which I laughed, replied no, and sat there confidently knowing I’d…
> The only time I’ve willingly spoken in public was during my Dad’s funeral when the thought of his casket in front of me and the life without him ahead was scarier than the 70 or so people sitting in the church and the possibility of mispronouncing Ecclesiastes. However, apparently, that technically wasn’t the…
Last night, after my last shift at Rita’s, I realized that the only reason I wanted to go back to school was for a little extra quiet time and not hearing “Oh look at that, you’re on your phone” every single time I go near my phone. Other than that, I think I could’ve stuck…
Who’s bright idea was this? We all get hurt until we meet the right person? You better bet that if I kept falling off a bike and breaking my arm, I wouldn’t be getting back on after the 7th arm was broken. So, here’s my theory. When you’re little, you exist in the world of…
(Jenny G. & Dad: skip the intro.) It’s that time of the year where the stressed out blog posts are easier to write than the ten page paper due next week. I’m cursing my beginning- of- the- semester- self for allowing me to be too confident in myself about my abilities to make it out…
You know how when you hold someone’s hand and they rub their thumb on yours or open your hand in their lap and individually touch every part of your fingers and palm and back of your hand? Imagine if you’re sitting there on the first date holding hands and your date asks if you know…
Not sure which was more iconic to celebrate yesterday. Either Jesus coming back from the dead or the fact that I actually made it to 20 years old. I mean who would’ve thought that would happen. I’m pretty sure I came back from the dead a few times too. A few weeks ago I was…
My first really scary movie was in fact not Finding Nemo (even though we left the theater because I cried when the sharks came on). No no, it was the first scream. My sister, her best friend and I sat downstairs in the living room while my youngest sister and my dad were in the…
I don’t know about the rest of you but the idea of organizing songs on Spotify into different playlists is next to impossible. I just don’t understand how people have playlists of 135 “relaxing” songs. However, I do appreciate the people who make them when I’m studying. I also would find it extremely difficult to…
Spring break of our sophomore year of college and I’ve realized there’s a trend to our get togethers. I figured a few people might be able to relate… Thus, read on. 1. Prom talk Believe me when I say we remember that the DJ sucked and liked the weekend at the beach more than the…