Today is the last day of September. I am amazed at how the time has flown.
School has been a bit of a love hate relationship with me this semester. There are times where I love the influx of information seeping into my mind, where I thrive off the energy and feelings of being surrounded by friends and students. But then there are times where I'm exhausted and not ready to get up, not ready to do the homework.
All in all, though, it's good. I got into the honor society at school. I'm in the process of training to be the communications officer, which at times feels daunting but totally worth it. My boyfriend and I are still happy, even if we are having a few squabbles here and there. (Don't all relationships have their squabbles? I think it's healthy for us - especially since we can talk about them afterwards and figure out what happened.) I have friends on and off campus, and I'm learning more about myself and the world around me.
It's a beautiful day today, this last day in September. It feels like fall. It smells like fall. And I feel alive. Completely and totally alive, like all my nerves are hyper aware and I can taste everything. It is an incredible feeling.
Life is beautiful, even with the ups and downs. And I will never forget that.
You should never forget that either, dear readers.
~Meaghan
Friday, September 30, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Journey's End
I have just been on possibly one of the best family vacations ever. Ever.
We got in a car on Wed, and we started driving. We went through Wyoming and into South Dakota, where we stayed for two nights. Then we went into Nebraska and stayed for a night until finally returning home today.
It was amazing. I saw more antelope than I knew lived in the west. I fell in love with the sculpted desert of Wyoming, the wind and the dust and the sky reaching endlessly into white blue nothingness. I saw most of the night constellations in the middle of South Dakota, including the ones that the city block out. I stared up Devil's Tower, admired the lines from the rocks that fall in sheets down the sides. I walked and met every president of the U.S. (at least their statue forms), and glanced upon the giant faces of Mount Rushmore. I walked where pioneers once tread, I saw the wildness of the land, and I fought off mobs of grasshoppers and wasps. I tried buffalo sausage and huckleberries and fresh made blackberry jam, too. What's a trip without new food?
And I did it all with my family. We laughed and joked and wondered together about things. We slept in, ate meals, and just enjoyed each other's company in a way we haven't been able to do as much now that my sister and I are older. And not once did we drive each other up a wall.
But all good journeys must come to an end, and this one was no exception. It's fun to see new things, to try new things, to feel new things. I am happy to be home, though. Sleeping in my own bed is going to be wonderful tonight.
Thank you for indulging me, family and readers. I hope you too one day get to experience the wilderness of the west.
~Meaghan
We got in a car on Wed, and we started driving. We went through Wyoming and into South Dakota, where we stayed for two nights. Then we went into Nebraska and stayed for a night until finally returning home today.
It was amazing. I saw more antelope than I knew lived in the west. I fell in love with the sculpted desert of Wyoming, the wind and the dust and the sky reaching endlessly into white blue nothingness. I saw most of the night constellations in the middle of South Dakota, including the ones that the city block out. I stared up Devil's Tower, admired the lines from the rocks that fall in sheets down the sides. I walked and met every president of the U.S. (at least their statue forms), and glanced upon the giant faces of Mount Rushmore. I walked where pioneers once tread, I saw the wildness of the land, and I fought off mobs of grasshoppers and wasps. I tried buffalo sausage and huckleberries and fresh made blackberry jam, too. What's a trip without new food?
And I did it all with my family. We laughed and joked and wondered together about things. We slept in, ate meals, and just enjoyed each other's company in a way we haven't been able to do as much now that my sister and I are older. And not once did we drive each other up a wall.
But all good journeys must come to an end, and this one was no exception. It's fun to see new things, to try new things, to feel new things. I am happy to be home, though. Sleeping in my own bed is going to be wonderful tonight.
Thank you for indulging me, family and readers. I hope you too one day get to experience the wilderness of the west.
~Meaghan
Monday, September 19, 2011
The Stress of Prepardness
My family is leaving for vacation in less than two days. I have yet to pack a single item.
Instead, I'm trying to get as much stuff done and turned in as possible for school. My instructors have all been pretty cool about letting me turn stuff in early and whatnot. The only problem so far is the test area.
I'm missing a test on Thursday, so I'm supposed to take it in the testing center tomorrow. I'm also supposed to have the essay questions up today so I can answer them before the test. I've talked to this instructor twice about it and she's been totally on board.
Except that it's Monday after 5 pm. and the questions aren't up.
I'm not staying up late tonight to do this. I have a life outside of school, a bunch of other stuff that needs to be done, and I can't stare at my computer all night waiting on them.
So I emailed my professor and asked her about it. Very nicely, of course. And now I'm going to see what happens. Worst, worst case scenario, I fail the essay part of the test. Somewhat worst case, I answer them while on vacation. Good case, I get them answered tomorrow night. Best case, she gets them uploaded shortly so I can get them done while sitting here at the library.
That's the downfall of vacation. Getting everything ready.
But hey. In less than two days, I'm going to be in a cabin in South Dakota. So really, it all works out somehow.
~Meaghan
Instead, I'm trying to get as much stuff done and turned in as possible for school. My instructors have all been pretty cool about letting me turn stuff in early and whatnot. The only problem so far is the test area.
I'm missing a test on Thursday, so I'm supposed to take it in the testing center tomorrow. I'm also supposed to have the essay questions up today so I can answer them before the test. I've talked to this instructor twice about it and she's been totally on board.
Except that it's Monday after 5 pm. and the questions aren't up.
I'm not staying up late tonight to do this. I have a life outside of school, a bunch of other stuff that needs to be done, and I can't stare at my computer all night waiting on them.
So I emailed my professor and asked her about it. Very nicely, of course. And now I'm going to see what happens. Worst, worst case scenario, I fail the essay part of the test. Somewhat worst case, I answer them while on vacation. Good case, I get them answered tomorrow night. Best case, she gets them uploaded shortly so I can get them done while sitting here at the library.
That's the downfall of vacation. Getting everything ready.
But hey. In less than two days, I'm going to be in a cabin in South Dakota. So really, it all works out somehow.
~Meaghan
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
When We Get There
I was talking with my boyfriend, Trevor, today as he brought me home from school. We were talking about the subject of kids and video games, and how ridiculous it is that some kids are playing horribly violent games at a young age.
"When we have kids, I don't want them to play games all the time," I told him. "I have nothing against them, but I don't want them to be the only thing they do. And no violent games or movies until they're old enough to handle it."
"Well," he said, "That will be fine."
And the conversation switched to a different aspect.
It wasn't until we pulled into the parking lot of my home that Trevor said something kind of out of the blue.
"When we get there, we can go through my games and see what's suitable or not."
It took me a minute. "What? When we get where?"
He pulled into a space and smiled. "You know, when we have kids standing there, wanting to play."
"Oh. When we get there." I smiled.
When we get there. Because one day with God's grace, we're going to get there.
~Meaghan
"When we have kids, I don't want them to play games all the time," I told him. "I have nothing against them, but I don't want them to be the only thing they do. And no violent games or movies until they're old enough to handle it."
"Well," he said, "That will be fine."
And the conversation switched to a different aspect.
It wasn't until we pulled into the parking lot of my home that Trevor said something kind of out of the blue.
"When we get there, we can go through my games and see what's suitable or not."
It took me a minute. "What? When we get where?"
He pulled into a space and smiled. "You know, when we have kids standing there, wanting to play."
"Oh. When we get there." I smiled.
When we get there. Because one day with God's grace, we're going to get there.
~Meaghan
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Update on a Weekend Night.
Well, the cavity filling wasn't as terrible as I thought it might be. I didn't even feel the needle until she (my dentist) started pumping in the novacaine. That kind of burned.
The rest of the visit passed in a blur. I remember listening to Coldplay over and over. I remember holding the armrest like I was going to parish if I let go and grinding against the mouth grip they let me have. And I was shaking from relief when I left. That was pretty awesome.
But now that I know what to expect for the next round. (And there are at least three more rounds to come; this is why you take care of your mouth, kids...) And that makes it better.
I've been working this weekend, which is good. I'm ready for vacation though. The family trip is in less than two weeks. I have a presentation, two tests, and at least two more writing assignments to turn in before then. Work before pleasure...
I'm reading a book called "The Help" right now. It's a great book. The authoress does a great job of making each character have a unique voice. That's one of the things I sometimes struggle with, so I greatly admire that. If you get a chance to read it, you should. It's a great book.
School's going alright. A lot of pressure just to keep my GPA high so I can get into the honor group on campus. I'm a capable young woman, so I feel like I can stay ahead, but it's also going to take a lot of work. I'm a little nervous about letting it slip.
I was also kind of wondering if I maybe chose the wrong major. I love writing and I don't regret doing the writing degree, but I also miss the wildlife biology end of it. Granted, the basic bio classes bored me to death. And I have a love-hate relationship with math. But I miss working with owls, hawks, eagles, and falcons. I miss the birds.
Maybe I'll go back to school down the road and get a biology degree. Right now, though, I'm really ready to graduate and get into the real world. I feel like it's something I want to try. School will always be there, so I'll always have that opportunity. I just don't feel motivated at the moment to go beyond the associates.
Textile design is the other thing I would consider. I've been doing a lot of knitting lately, and I've started designing my own patterns. It's kind of neat, seeing what works and what doesn't. I've always had a love of yarn: the colors, the textures, the brands. I still want to own my own yarnshop, too.
So many things I want, lol. Let's take it at baby steps. I want to get all my homework done so I can go out of town without fear of falling behind, spend time with my friends, and spend time with my boyfriend.
That's easy enough to achieve this week.
And on that note, I'm going to go attempt some sleep.
~Meaghan
The rest of the visit passed in a blur. I remember listening to Coldplay over and over. I remember holding the armrest like I was going to parish if I let go and grinding against the mouth grip they let me have. And I was shaking from relief when I left. That was pretty awesome.
But now that I know what to expect for the next round. (And there are at least three more rounds to come; this is why you take care of your mouth, kids...) And that makes it better.
I've been working this weekend, which is good. I'm ready for vacation though. The family trip is in less than two weeks. I have a presentation, two tests, and at least two more writing assignments to turn in before then. Work before pleasure...
I'm reading a book called "The Help" right now. It's a great book. The authoress does a great job of making each character have a unique voice. That's one of the things I sometimes struggle with, so I greatly admire that. If you get a chance to read it, you should. It's a great book.
School's going alright. A lot of pressure just to keep my GPA high so I can get into the honor group on campus. I'm a capable young woman, so I feel like I can stay ahead, but it's also going to take a lot of work. I'm a little nervous about letting it slip.
I was also kind of wondering if I maybe chose the wrong major. I love writing and I don't regret doing the writing degree, but I also miss the wildlife biology end of it. Granted, the basic bio classes bored me to death. And I have a love-hate relationship with math. But I miss working with owls, hawks, eagles, and falcons. I miss the birds.
Maybe I'll go back to school down the road and get a biology degree. Right now, though, I'm really ready to graduate and get into the real world. I feel like it's something I want to try. School will always be there, so I'll always have that opportunity. I just don't feel motivated at the moment to go beyond the associates.
Textile design is the other thing I would consider. I've been doing a lot of knitting lately, and I've started designing my own patterns. It's kind of neat, seeing what works and what doesn't. I've always had a love of yarn: the colors, the textures, the brands. I still want to own my own yarnshop, too.
So many things I want, lol. Let's take it at baby steps. I want to get all my homework done so I can go out of town without fear of falling behind, spend time with my friends, and spend time with my boyfriend.
That's easy enough to achieve this week.
And on that note, I'm going to go attempt some sleep.
~Meaghan
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Cavities
I'm about to go get four cavities filled on my lower left jaw, as well as a deep cleaning there.
I have never had cavities filled before. I'm very particular about my mouth - it is, afterall, a pretty personal space - and it always bothers me when I have to go to the dentist. I'm quite nervous, actually.
I know the pros are good. No pain while I eat. No risks for infections and root canals. No need to be afraid of losing my teeth.
But still. It's a needle. In my mouth.
I'll let you know how it goes.
~Meaghan
I have never had cavities filled before. I'm very particular about my mouth - it is, afterall, a pretty personal space - and it always bothers me when I have to go to the dentist. I'm quite nervous, actually.
I know the pros are good. No pain while I eat. No risks for infections and root canals. No need to be afraid of losing my teeth.
But still. It's a needle. In my mouth.
I'll let you know how it goes.
~Meaghan
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