Each day I wake up, look over at the clock and expect to see 8 or 9. Instead I see 10 or 11, and am shocked every morning. My body still runs on California time. I stay up late, I wake up late, but to me, that's normal. Thing are slowly starting to feel normal. I'm starting to get used to having my own room again. To having my own bathroom again. And one thing that didn't take long to get used to- having my mom cook a delicious dinner every night. I'm truly blessed, and okay, a little bit spoiled.
I miss California every day, but I'm starting to get ready to go back to school. I know it'll be so great to get back to the Hill with all my fellow 'backs, but I can't help but dread it a little bit. I don't dread seeing all my friends, being back in such a wonderful environment, but I do dread the school work. I'm not excited for classes, tests, quizzes, papers, and heaven forbid- projects. I'm sure once it starts, I'll fall into the groove. And let's be real, I was so stinking excited to get my new planner and some new pens today- true nerd status. I'm taking Media Law, Intro to Advertising Principles, Biology, Issues in Advertising, and Research Methods. Should be an interesting semester for sure. Don't worry- you all will be kept updated.
On to more exciting things. The Olympics blow my mind. I've spent every night watching them, and yes, I'm not ashamed to admit that. Tonight I watched an American diver finally beat out a Chinese diver for Gold in platform diving. Talk about your underdogs. I've discovered since being home that there are a few missing events in the Olympics. Like Hummingbird counting. I was sitting outside on my back porch today and almost got mauled by some kamikaze hummingbirds. Those little buggers were everywhere and it's almost impossible to count them cause they move so fast. My mom and I got 7, and I doubt anyone could've beaten us. Another one would be an ice cream eating event. Give me some Pistachio Almond ice cream and I'm pretty sure I could clean out the tub before you stick your spoon in for the first time. Love it. The other event I've observed that's missing, is flagging down cars. I'd win. Hands down. I can do it, even when I'm not trying! I was out for a walk with my parents and put up my hand and said, "Look how beautiful the sky is!" and some poor innocent man thought I was trying to wave him down. So next thing we know this guy is pulling over in front of us and I had to shake my head and do some awkward hand gestures to convey we were fine. Major awks, but it gave us a great laugh. Only me.
I'm so blessed I have such a great family and home to come home to. I'm so blessed I get to move up to an institution that I love and cherish. I'm so blessed that God has given me so many new friends in my life. God is good and all I know is, I don't deserve this, but I am so so thankful. God continues to teach me new things and I just appreciate every lesson and truth he continues to reveal in my life. He's the REAL Olympic champ. Hallelujah!
Till I write again,
Jacks
Thought of the day: Sometimes having a lot of music is a pain when trying to pick out 100 songs to run to. My mom better appreciate all the effort ;).
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Back in the Rock
I'm sitting in front of a TV, dog by my side, internet on my computer, and a clean blanket on my lap.
I can walk around without having black feet.
I can eat my cereal with a spoon instead of a fork.
I ate a home cooked meal two nights in a row.
I can drive Gus Gus.
I can use internet-finally- without paying for it.
I can snuggle with my baby Ging.
I can sleep in my own room.
I can shower and use a bathroom ALL to myself.
And I don't like it.
Don't get me wrong- I love having all those luxuries, but would I rather have those over being on project with everyone? No. I fully understand that project ended when it did for a reason, it was time to come home to get ready to go back to school, but I miss it like crazy. I miss living in a house with 14 girls. I miss dance parties to Call Me Maybe. I miss walking outside and seeing all my friends on the rails. It's just been an interesting transition. It was over 90 degress when I stepped out of the airport, and everything seemed almost foreign after spending so much time in California. God taught me so much about myself while I was there. Things I'm sure I'll discover as the year goes on, and things I now realize. Such as, God wants to use me in my brokenness. God calls me to reach out to those around me daily and share my faith. He taught me to meet people where they're at, to have his patience, and to look at them with his eyes. He taught me to admit my sin, attack it, and move on. He taught me what a true, loving christian community looked like. He brought me amazing friends who impacted my life in so many ways and who now all have pieces of my heart.
Summer Project has opened my eyes to the needs of the world, the needs on my own campus, and the needs of those closest to me. I will be forever blessed and changed by the summer I spent in San Diego. Summer Project has made me a believer that you can truly learn and grow in short amounts of time if you only surrender your life to God and let him work in and through you. If you're in college and haven't done one- go. Next summer, don't sit at home.
Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I usually don't cry, but I think I shed more tears on the last day then I had any other time in my life. Each and every person on that project made some sort of impact on me and I will forever be grateful. Those tears were tears of joy, thankful that I'd had the experiences I did, the friends I made, and the lessons I learned. I know this blog post has been vague, and everyone is probably like, "I want details!" But there are simply too many to put in this blog. Contact me and I'd LOVE to go get coffee with you, tell you all my stories and answer any questions! Thank you to all my supporters who helped me to have these experiences and for all the prayer that shrouded me this summer. I've truly been blessed, and I can't say it enough!
Till I write again,
Jacks
I can walk around without having black feet.
I can eat my cereal with a spoon instead of a fork.
I ate a home cooked meal two nights in a row.
I can drive Gus Gus.
I can use internet-finally- without paying for it.
I can snuggle with my baby Ging.
I can sleep in my own room.
I can shower and use a bathroom ALL to myself.
And I don't like it.
Don't get me wrong- I love having all those luxuries, but would I rather have those over being on project with everyone? No. I fully understand that project ended when it did for a reason, it was time to come home to get ready to go back to school, but I miss it like crazy. I miss living in a house with 14 girls. I miss dance parties to Call Me Maybe. I miss walking outside and seeing all my friends on the rails. It's just been an interesting transition. It was over 90 degress when I stepped out of the airport, and everything seemed almost foreign after spending so much time in California. God taught me so much about myself while I was there. Things I'm sure I'll discover as the year goes on, and things I now realize. Such as, God wants to use me in my brokenness. God calls me to reach out to those around me daily and share my faith. He taught me to meet people where they're at, to have his patience, and to look at them with his eyes. He taught me to admit my sin, attack it, and move on. He taught me what a true, loving christian community looked like. He brought me amazing friends who impacted my life in so many ways and who now all have pieces of my heart.
Summer Project has opened my eyes to the needs of the world, the needs on my own campus, and the needs of those closest to me. I will be forever blessed and changed by the summer I spent in San Diego. Summer Project has made me a believer that you can truly learn and grow in short amounts of time if you only surrender your life to God and let him work in and through you. If you're in college and haven't done one- go. Next summer, don't sit at home.
Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I usually don't cry, but I think I shed more tears on the last day then I had any other time in my life. Each and every person on that project made some sort of impact on me and I will forever be grateful. Those tears were tears of joy, thankful that I'd had the experiences I did, the friends I made, and the lessons I learned. I know this blog post has been vague, and everyone is probably like, "I want details!" But there are simply too many to put in this blog. Contact me and I'd LOVE to go get coffee with you, tell you all my stories and answer any questions! Thank you to all my supporters who helped me to have these experiences and for all the prayer that shrouded me this summer. I've truly been blessed, and I can't say it enough!
Till I write again,
Jacks
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