Pumpkin Story

This is the tale of he unwanted pumpkin.

Sunday night the college ministry had a bonfire and some pumpkin carving went down. Bryan and Wegbert both carved pumpkins. Wegbert's was actually quite nice. When it came time to leave, while I was helping Lindsay unload the golf cart, the guys stuck their pumpkins in Lindsay's car. She really must learn to lock it! I don't know how but Wegbert's pumpkin made its way back into J's car, which J, Bryan, and Wegbert all rode in.

I forgot part of my costume back where the Bonfire was so J and his carload of friends drove me back to the bonfire site to get it. When we got back to the parking lot I got in my car. Bryan hopped out of J's car and tried to put the pumpkin in mine. Luckily, I managed to lock the doors in the nick of time. Then J told Bryan to put it on top of my car, and he did! I drove a few feet hoping it would fall off, but it didn't. Bryan hopped in J's car, and they drove off. The unwanted pumpkin is now in my possession.

I start scheming. That night I text J asking if he knows Bryan's apartment number. He doesn't know it and you have to have a key card to get in anyway. I have another friend who lives in that complex and asked her if she could let me in Monday afternoon. She wasn't sure if she would be able to or not. If she could though J and I were going to meet up and then find Bryan's car in the apartment parking garage and leave the pumpkin on it. I was doubtful my friend would be able to let us in. So I began forming a backup plan.

The backup plan was to leave it in front of J's apartment. It's also a gated apartment complex. I messaged one of his roommates asking if it'd be possible for him to let me in. He text me back on Monday saying sure, if I could come between 3:00 and 3:15. However, I am in class at that time.

The new plan was to find someone, anyone, who could let me in to either complex. I posted in our COMD facebook group asking if anyone lived in either of the two complexes. One girl responded that she did. I asked if she would let me in. I just needed to put a pumpkin in front of someone's door. She said no problem. While waiting for her to come back down and let me in after she parked I actually had multiple opportunities that I could have gotten in but I didn't want her to wonder where I went. So, she let me in and the pumpkin was placed in front of J's apartment.

I get a text from J later. "How rude. Ask me to help you put it at bryans apt then put it at mine..." About 20 minutes later he sends a picture of the pumpkin on Bryan's car. One of his roommates was going over there so he went with him. He got in no problem and found Bryan's car real quick.

I knew Bryan would blame me. I was worried about it rotting on his car and possibly ruining the paint. It didn't do that though. Tonight at Fall Fest, Bryan came and accused me of putting the pumpkin on his car. I told him I did no such thing. J admitted to it. Bryan got a ticket though! $50! He saw the pumpkin on his car one day and didn't pick it up then. So the next day apparently it got smashed on the ground and was considered trash so he got a ticket! J and I are going to each put money towards paying the ticket. 

Poor pumpkin. 

Life Lately and Friends

I'd like to think I've been holding up pretty well. School is nonstop. There is always something that needs working on, studying, reading, etc. There seems to be no end insight. I've been getting everything done and figuring everything out but I guess everyone reaches a breaking point. Thursday I broke.

It seems I did nothing right in preschool. I got in trouble (okay, not exactly trouble) for not having things prepared in advance when it wasn't my week to prepare those particular things. I'm told to do one thing, I do it and then I'm told to do something different. I get easily frustrated with it all. Then there was the report and plans. I won't get started on those. After the clinic I reached my breaking point and cried. Had an hour to get myself together. Made it through AMT clinic and class. Then I finally got to the BCM which makes everything better.

This week I have: a test tomorrow, a self evaluation due tomorrow, a test Thursday, a report to revise, again, a parent conference, observing at the hospital Wednesday, and all the usual chart notes, plans, clinics, and classes. Then another test next Wednesday. I'm already exhausted. Well, that's partly from this weekend.

Thursday night after TNT Meredith, J, Bryan, and I stayed at the BCM talking until 11pm. We weren't even talking about anything really. Friday the four of us went to Burger King (Bryan bought supper for me and Meredith for his lie about getting jumped) and the ladies' soccer game. Then after the game we decided to get a movie and watch it. Saturday Jefferson and CrossPoint went galactic bowling together 10:30pm to about 1am. All those things were fun but not the wisest decision with everything that needs to be done.

The group of four mentioned above is great. I love it! I enjoy spending time with them, we have fun. Two things though, well...we'll just say two. One I don't want us to be exclusive, even if it is unintentionally. Not just the four of us but our whole Jefferson crew. It's wonderful that all of us that go to church together are friends, friends that hang out outside of church, but we also need to make sure we invite others in. The past year or two our Jefferson crew was made up of people that were kind of in different friend circles so inclusion of lots of different people was easier, but then again other than church/college class activities we didn't all hang out. We need to find the balance between the two. Second thing, more specific to the four of us, is that our friendship lacks a spiritual side if you will. Yes, we know each other from church. We all go to church and the BCM together, but it's like we leave Christ at those places. I don't mean that we go out doing all kinds of ungodly things but we don't talk about Christ. I want us to be able to hold each other accountable and challenge each other in our spiritual lives. I want to know what's going on with them spiritually. I want to hear what they are learning, what God is teaching them. I want to tell them those same things that I want to hear from them. That was just a natural part of other friendships, like with Jessica and Sarah and Hayley. I want that to be a natural part of these new friendships. So I'm working on it. I already have a sorta plan in place to get the conversation started so they'll know that this is needed in our relationships with one another so don't be surprised when I start asking questions.

I've rambled enough. Now I must study. I can make it through these next two weeks. I can.

Rose Art Rejects in 100 words

Here's two random thoughts in one "essay." Remember back in elementary school when you had to write 100 word essays and it seemed impossible. You would count each word. Only 98!? Did I use any contractions? What else can I add?

How I wish I could go back to those days. It is, however, satisfying to be able to look back and think about how much I've learned since then and grown. I'm capable of 10+ page papers now, and really in some cases that would be considered a short paper. I had a class where we were challenged to write a 30 word sentence. Or was it 50? I feel like 30 wouldn't actually be that hard. I was going to try and keep this post to only 100 words but I'm already over that and haven't even mention Rose Art.

Rose Art. The reject of art supplies. Really does anyone ever choose Rose Art over Crayola. Even as a kid you know Crayola works so much better. Yes, Rose Art was probably cheaper, but I don't know anyone who actually wants to use Rose Art. The crayons break easier and don't color as smoothly. The markers aren't as good a quality. Why the sudden hostility to Rose Art, you ask? I don't know. Just a random thought I had one day in class and wanted to share. Sorry Rose Art.