3 Down, 2 to Go.

My official classes are over which means next week is "finals week." This being the case, I decided I would do a entry on what I learned while I was here in CO. I have learned quite a few things, educational and non alike, which will stick with me for the next few years... hopefully. Here are ten of them...

1. God gives us the strength to face the day, day by day.
2. Naming a mouse Frank makes it harder when it comes time to "get rid" of him.
3. Sailing wars provide some of the best memories with roommates.
4. Avoid procrastination like the plague.
5. The country will always be home.
6. 1 degree Fahrenheit is really warm after a week of 11 below.
7. Water isn't as horrible as I know it to be... sometimes.
8. A lot can happen in two semesters....
9. Sometimes, all you need is a mom.
10. Not everything in the cupboards go together and taste good.

Throughout this year, one professor really impacted my life... RJK. One of the most depressing thoughts is that I won't be having anymore of his classes. Just thought I would give him some recognition.

Well I am tired and I get to sleep in tomorrow (I'm looking forward to that!) but we have previews in our room tonight.. good luck on the sleeping part. On the up side, I've already finished three finals and have one take home I'm working on and than one in Prof Mitch's class.




"Everyone likes battleships; they're sexy." -Prof Mitch.

East Coast.

Today, Friday, feels like Sunday.

Tuesday I finished my classes and bolted for SC around 10ish. That process was uneventful until I reached GA where I was to meet Mum and DB but they were late... It was looking horrible when I looked down the lane and saw them running to where I was just in time to leave for SC. We got there fine and than rented a car and found our hotel. Mum drove, DB kept look out, and I managed Magellan and after a few min we reached our hotel only to go back and get insurance which FJ needed (not true but they said so). Wednesday rolls around, I was the first up to take a shower and finally we were off... we reach FJ with ten min to spare. Waiting in the bleachers was torture; they didn't start til 9:15... 15 min late.

Speakers: Ready to see your soldier?
Crowd: YES!
Speakers: Ok, well first...
(repeat 5 times)

Finally around a time I don't remember they said: We present.. Your soldier! And they ran out.

That was a happy moment.

That day was simply great; B. had to stay on base which was fine for the first day where he ate just about everything that wasn't an MRE. That day went by too fast and at 7ish we went back to the bay only for them to get in trouble.. rather the DS wanted to make a show by having them work out... without a goodbye.

Graduation happened a whole lot faster which meant getting to see B. a whole lot sooner. We went off base ASAP and went to get food at TGI Friday on Thursday by the very empty mall. It was oh so good. Than we found a river with a nice man who took our picture (which is the only group photo we have, sadly) and saw a few snakes. B. found a park he wanted to go to and off we romped in search of peace from people. Reading the bible we had a great conversation and than we went to eat at a random country diner before heading back to the base for 8ish.

Saying goodbye was crazy hard.

After he signed in, as did everyone else, a DS said everyone had til 9:30 instead. It was one of the happiest moments in my life! We went to the PX for B's meds than went back to the bay and talked. It was great.... and chilly. It was finally time to leave...

We left our hotel the next morning at 4:30ish... Had a few complications, delays, and prayers and I finally got back to CO to get lunch and do HW for finals.... and this ;)


In all of this I re-learned a few things... I do NOT like flying/traveling alone, reality is hard to remember, and God is... well? the all powerful God.

Seven Stanza.

The topic of my post, "Validated," has been on my mind quite a lot lately. There are some people here who I am quite positive cannot have a real conversation. Along with that topic floating around my mind, there has also been publication of the schools'.... journal? It's called Paragon, multitudes of art are between the cover, made from students, and it came out yesterday evening.

For this special occasion, they had an open mic night where people who had submitted to Paragon had the opportunity to share their story, poem, or picture. They also allowed others to share their own work or work of others they respected. During the three hours of mostly poems being read, two lines popped into my head. "Real conversation... is it such a new sensation?" I ignored it at first but slowly I began to dwell further upon the lines. Enter problem: I didn't have a pen. After awhile, A. and S. sat down next to me and I asked if they had anything to write with. The answer was affirmative and a pencil was handed over. I began scribling on the back of a letter B. had sent me and my seven stanza poem turned out alright for my first attempt. I get that I'm no pro but hey, I'm ok with that :)


I found this song that randomly came to mind... My brothers used to listen to this CD all the time so well... Here you go:
Ignore the video, they didn't have a good one.


Hello, how are you?
I'm fine, you?
Great.
Great.

Real conversation.
Such a new sensation?
Gone, dispersed,
A fleeting thought - a memory.

I have been shocked,
Mocked, and torn.
Rebuked and scorned
For wanting more.

Contradicting thought,
Questioning theory.
Is it wrong for wanting more?

What stops those from going deeper?
Failure? Pride?
The unknown speaker?

Conversations can scare.
Awkward? Sometimes.
Painful? Probably.

But don't give up,
You can do it.
Real conversation?
Let's have to it.

English-ish

I have been up for 40 hours with a combined three hours of sleep.

This week has been hectic, in the form the load of home work mixed with, let's be honest, procrastination. The main fester on this subject would be my casebook... It's on Ag. English and I have an agreement: I enjoy reading English and "English" enjoys slipping my grasp with it comes time to write. It was due today at 12:15PM so I stayed up the whole night finishing it than went to Kinko's to bind it... Afterwords. My professor kept exclaiming, "Now doesn't that feel better?" My thought? -- no, now I have to wait for my grade.

But enough about that.

Question 3:

Have you ever had the feeling to do something totally out of character simply to begin wondering why it was so out of character?

Answer:

Yes, one time I really wanted to wear a dress just because I wanted to -- nothing special. But the resounding thought of it being out of character stopped me from putting it one, instead settling with classic jeans and a t.

Validated.

It's nights like this when I want to have a relaxing deep conversation.

To think about things in a new light, learn something new.. and not by reading it. Conversation-- real conversation-- where two people can honestly respond without fear of being ridiculed or judged yet where one can also let their opinion be known in a blunt fashion... this is something missed. I have had the previlage of know some great people who can have these conversations yet, to my dismay, they are few and far between. Yes, I get hot headed sometimes and may not be the smartest apple in the barrel but I'm saying we should talk in a real way by honestly searching to understand where the other person is coming from; if you don't get it, keep trying... or take a break and try later.

Hush, hush issues, though hard to deal with, have a right to be talked about without people getting stirred up and "red faced." Being passionate about something does not mean forgetting ones logic thought and ethical behavior. More often than not, one hears what their friends say or others they have placed on a platform agree/disagree/slant/praise and turn around to regurgitate the same things; granted it may be synonyms not the exact words but it's still not their own.

Yes, this is a rant but on your own blog I feel it is somehow validated, despite the improper grammar.

:)

32 Days.

I leave tomorrow morning at 3:15AM. I will be in Colorado and get to see my CCU friends and finish my homework. My roommate counted the days until we're done and the total is 32. It seems a little weird that I'm counting the days before I've left the state yet, let alone the house.

Yesterday I had a good conversation with my brothers which went a little late and than I woke up this morning at 7 by A.W. Moeller poking my nose. We went snowmobiling and I rode the newest member: a 700 Polaris. G.B., A.W., and C.A Moeller went with me and we had fun.

I'm home now and seeing as I have to get up early, I'll keep it short.
G'night.

Finish Strong.

Spring Break is coming to a close and reality is setting in. But. Summer is coming soon and I'll be home again in about fourish weeks. Finals, here we come.

In the words of my brother, A.W. Moeller, and I'm sure many others: Finish strong.



Question two:
Can you describe a time when you thought you'd encountered the Supernatural?
(Thanks go out to Fool McD)

Answer:
Seeing as the Supernatural has a large spectrum, I will respond with what first came to mind. I think the moment I can most accurately account would be about two years ago where one night I was having a terrible dream. I can't honestly recall what it was about except I know it wasn't good. It had me scared enough not to want to sleep afterwords. Than it felt like a hand was on my back providing me with the peace I needed and the words, "Kaitlyn, you're going to Russia," followed. When I say it was God, people look at me strange but there is no question in my mind about that night. He didn't tell me when or how but what I did understand is I'm going to go to Russia, fight for kids, and be in danger. After that night, I had (and have) a passion for the language, people, and life they lead.
I don't know if that would be called an "encounter with the supernatural" but it is what first came to mind. I'm now curious; what about you guys? Like I said, there is a large spectrum.