Two more lasts today. My last talk with the Chaplain this morning. That's something I've done since the very beginning of freshman year, since I was still figuring out whether I wanted to be Christian. We've come a long way together... she's helped me and inspired me so much and continues to encourage me ( Read more... )

Thoughts on the (still very short-term, at this point) future ( Read more... )

I've been thinking lately about commitment. On the one hand, I have no problem committing to a relationship (with the right person, of course). I've known many women my age to be scared by the thought of getting into a really serious relationship at this point in their lives because they feel it would limit their freedom. I've always thought ( Read more... )

The Walkers' Christmas party last night was wonderful. Spent the whole day in the kitchen baking, cleaning, and being intermittently cuddled by Catherine. My parents had a great time eating clam chowder and listening to Catherine's Uncle Tom play the pennywhistle. Ian had lots of sugar, played StepMania, and got to poke the fire. My pretzel ( Read more... )

If you type "MFA poetry" into Google, guess what is the fourth result?

The University of Oregon. I swear to God, I've considered going to the U of O for like five different programs. It's really good for both writing and environmental studies. Maybe I just need to move to Eugene, get some kind of job, and plan on going to graduate school for ( Read more... )

Also, I've suspected for awhile that I'm afraid of being happy. This comes back to me with all my career worries... I seem to think experiences that could be wonderfully exciting, yet excruciatingly lonely (travel abroad, the perfect grad program somewhere far away from everyone I know, working hard at a "noble" job that leaves little time for a ( Read more... )

The first day of menstruating always makes me want to stay low-key. Luckily, it was that kind of evening. Rob, Steph and Taylor went to the drag show, while I opted to stay home and make sweet roll dough, dance around the kitchen to Daft Punk, read Vergil, and be cozy ( Read more... )

Today two international students gave me life advice. One said I was wrong to think of teaching as an irrelevant profession, that it can make a big difference in the way people think. So many people have told me they think I'd be a good teacher, and I do love helping people understand things and showing them new perspectives. Maybe God is trying ( Read more... )

My little brother is seven years old, and he wants to be a good guy when he grows up. He practices all the time, running around the house in mask and cape, battling imaginary bad guys. I want to be a good guy too, but unlike him, I don't know exactly what they do ( Read more... )

( Nine Lives I Could Have )