this is no longer my blog

After having a hectic couple of weeks of trying to cram in all the work that I should have been wisely working on for much longer, the intitial feeling of turning in that final paper and realizing that I did not have any other school work to be done, I have to admit the feeling was a bit euphoric. While I did not run up and down the hallway screaming, I did knock on my friend's door and jump around and scream, "I'm dooooo-o-o-oooo-oo-o-ooooone!" As she had to finish a paper, she was not as amused or as excited as I would have hoped.

But now the excitement is wearing off, a bit. A lot of people have packed up and headed off to their various Christmas destinations. I don't leave for mine until Monday, because I have a SENIOR GRADUATION COMMITTEE meeting on Monday morning. The fact that we have to start planning that stuff seems a bit unreal. And, of course, I'm on the committee. I've always had a tendency to overextend myself. This year is no exception. In fact, it's like it has gone above and beyond the call of duty to prove the rule. Working in the Admissions office and the youth room on campus, co-vice president of the student government association, on the youth committee, on the Feminist issues newsletter team, in charge of planning our weekly evening vespers service (we've been doing Holden Evening Prayer lately... boo yah!), add into that schoolwork and a social life (very important!), and then two committees I'm on that haven't met yet (the senior banquet committee - the one that meets Monday - and then the senior gift committee. We've decided to all pledge enough money to redo the playground on campus, so that it is up to code for the wee ones. I'm super excited that our class has decided to do that, and I thought that since I have been a strong youth ministry presence on campus during my years, that I just couldn't NOT be on that committee. So, I volunteered.) Yeah. I have this desire to be plugged into the life of campus, I guess you could say.

But now, since Friday was the last official day of the semester, things have just kind of stopped. People are gone for break, the seminary has quieted down a bit, I have nothing going on or that needs to be done. I have had time to sit and think, and chat with friends, about first call assignment and how close graduation is and how soon we'll be heading out from this place into the Great Unknown. Makes me want to say, "Eek!"

Anyway, I will be heading to my parents' house for Christmas. I'll be leaving Monday after my committee meeting. I know that they have internet access, and so chances are that there will be time and opportunity to write, but I am unsure of my schedule. I know that my parents want to spend time with my older brother, so I can actually meet my niece. She's about a year old now, I think, and I have yet to see her in person. Of course, it's been more than a year since I have been back to my parents' house. And my brother and his family don't live too far from them. So, that would be why I haven't met her.

Also, over Christmas break I have rescheduled my approval interview with my candidacy committee. So, I'll be able to get that last step of the process out of the way. Plus, it's at the camp I worked at during the summers of my college years. And they have done a lot of building out there, so it will look completely different.

Well, then. Now that I've completely bored you all to tears, I will go. No need to pretend that this was interesting. I don't think that even I think any of what I wrote is worth reading. It's like the movie Billy Madison, when Adam Sandler does that long speech about the poky little puppy, or whatever, and the moderator says, "I think we are all a bit more stupid after having had to sit through that." Or something like that. I'm sure that's how most of you feel. But please keep coming back and reading. I assure you, someday somewhere I might, once again, pull something witty and humorous and intelligent out of the blackhole that now exists in my head.