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| The Cookie is no longer in a perpetual state of burntness. Most
of the time, I'm at that perfect cookie state--a little crunchy
on the outside, soft and chewy on the inside.. Not sure I want to be
too crunchy on the outside, though.
Anyway, life seems to be picking up a little. Various academic
issues are nearing resolution, travel details are being finalized (only
a few days remain before I get to go home!!), and.. well, I guess
friend issues remain here and there. I'll miss a lot of people
here, but it will be good to get away from a few.
Hmm. I'm extremely exhausted. I stayed up til 4:30am
working on a website for Jenna's English Comp II class. It was
actually pretty entertaining, for the most part. I need to get
back to studying for Marketing and finishing up my English work,
though, or I'll never make it out college. *Sigh* Ciao!
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| I almost went an entire day without a complaint! I woke up at
11am, ate lunch at 2pm-ish, went to Posado's and Wal*mart with Sheryl
and Jenna, ate dinner at 6-ish, chilled with Jason for a few hours,
went to a floor meeting, watched a ponding, attended another floor
meeting, got permission to start up a G3 website, talked to my mom and
dad about getting my crap back to Chicago, and set up a phone date for
tomorrow night so we can discuss my plans for the summer and
fall. Meh. Not really a bad day. I only cried once
(my mom was frustrating me and vice versa), so.. yippee?
I don't get hungry anymore, and I'm constantly tired but unable to
sleep. Too much on the mind at all times. I need resolution
to a bunch of stuff, particularly regarding my future. I don't
like it being so incredibly up in the air. The possessive brat in
my doesn't like having big things like that not clutched tightly to my
chest with everything else I prize. I'm like a kid given the
option to keep only the things that I can carry, and, at this point,
I'm trying to keep everything. Either that, or I'm like the kid
with my hand in the cookie jar, unable to get any cookies out cuz I'm
greedy and grabbed too many and now my fist won't fit out the
top. Man, I'm a spoiled brat.
On that rather unpleasant note, I'm going to go play Zelda and update
my Diaryland diary with a "walk down memory lane" type entry,
commemorating the three years I have been there. Peace out, yo.
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| This journal is indeed for venting, but I'm not about to share all my
crap with the world. If I did.. well.. arg. Ah, but Jason
just called and gave me cause for a nice, long rant. LeTourneau
and music. Yar, mateys. I'm so incredibly irritated right
now. He just called to inform me that Speer Chapel, home to the
best piano on campus, is now locked to student access unless a special
event has been previously cleared through somebody or other. This
leaves students with no place to play/sing as loud as they want on
campus. I am devestated! This further clinches my decision
to leave LeTourneau.
When I first came to tour here, I asked about musical
opportunities. While there isn't a music program at the school,
my admissions counselor assured me that there was a multitude of ways
to get involved musically in the school. "Almost all the students
on campus are in a band of some sort, and the school does have a choir
and some praise bands for chapel." Ok.. well, my high school had
a few choirs and a worship band, and that satisfied my need for musical
involvement during the school day.
Much to my unpleasant surprise, I was deceived! The choir is, for
all intents and purposes, useless, since nobody here ever hears them
perform. The gospel choir is, for the most part, overlooked by
the school's administration, as well. Not much funding is thrown
toward any musical purposes, with the exception of the new
chapel/assembly building. Apparently, at the groundbreaking
ceremony last week, many a speech was given concerning LeTourneau's
desire to become more of a "liberal arts" college and their coinciding
desire to embrace art and music. Right...
While I get to play piano for the church I currently attend here in
Longview, Texas, I have been deprived of much of my joy and happiness
by being cut off from music and art and, essentially, all means of
creative outlets. *Sigh*
Anyway, I'm done with my rant now. I don't want to come back to
this lifeless excuse for a college. Unless they decide to make
music more readily available to me personally, I am finding less and
less reason to return. Wow, I can't wait for this year to be over.
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| I went through a box of Kleenex in a month. That's unusual. I am definitely sick of crying.
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