Saturday, May 31, 2014

~Title Page~

We have company over tonight—missionaries that went to seminary with my parents. Of course, with company (and especially with people who are old friends), there is conversation and catching up. During this catching up, the topic of our move and transition has been discussed in length. For me, this brings up so many memories—so many lessons I have learned. So I felt this urge to write something I have never completely shared publically—our move. From beginning to end. Not that many people will care, and not that many people will want to or will read this. But I want to. For me. I want to write it all out. See it. Share it. So I decided to write this…
Thinking over it, I realized that this coming Monday, June 2, 2014, is the 6th anniversary of the day we left my home in Davis, West Virginia and traveled south to Chattanooga, Tennessee. So I suppose this is an appropriate time to share these things. I am aware, however, of the danger of this. I want to be honest with this story. Honest about how I felt. Honest about what happened. I want people who read this to be aware that whatever happened—whatever I felt—is past. People hurt me. I hurt people. I’m not going to hide that. So if something negative is said about anyone, it is not because I am bitter towards anyone. Believe me, that is over. I am sharing my side of the story. If life has taught me anything, it’s that you rarely ever (if ever) know—really know—what’s going on on the other side of a story. How I felt about things were not always (and rarely were, most likely) accurate. Honestly, some of the people who hurt me most are now very dear to me. So please, don’t think I harbor any ill feelings towards people. Any feelings that aren’t so great are my fault—stem from my pride and selfishness. But I can say with very good certainty that, if you’re reading this, I hold nothing against you.
This will probably be a pretty long story, so I’m going to separate it into parts; I’m not going to dump the whole story on you at once. In fact, this is just an introduction. The title page, if you will. I don’t actually know how many parts this will have, nor do I know when those parts will be posted. Hopefully by the end of this week? Certainly before I leave for camp in a couple of weeks. Any way, if you’re interested in hearing the story, be looking for my posts in the next few days. If not, by all means, ignore them. I’m doing this for myself more than anything. You don’t have to read it, of course. (I can’t imagine anyone who would feel like they would!)
So let me start this whole story with a verse: a verse that my mother shared with me during those first few months—a verse that I clung to during that time, but I did not always apply…
Ecclesiastes 7:8
“Better is the end of a thing than its beginning,

and the patient in spirit is better than the proud in spirit.”

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Fresh Air & Freedom

Did I mention how glad I am to be home?
I mean, this girl. I love this girl.
She's fabulous. And I love her.
(I mean the one on the left, of course)
Freedom. Forgive me, but that is the word that keeps playing over and over in my head. Freedom. My freshman year of college is OVER. For the first time in a loooooong time, I can sit here without having to think of what tests I have coming up, or of that article for FES that I really ought to be reading, or the medical terms that I should be reviewing. I can sit here. In peace. And I’m home.
I’m sitting here on my back porch, computer on my lap and breeze on my skin. Finally I can look back on this year and see it from the other side. Done. In one sense it flew by, just like they said it would. But, on the other hand, high school seems so long ago. Like another lifetime. Maybe that sounds dumb or melodramatic, but that’s honestly how I feel. I grew so much from this one school year—through positive and negative circumstances.
There is this one passage that was really my anchor this school year: Matthew 6:25-34. Oh.my.glory. If there’s any one passage that is the “Lydia needs to read this. Every day. Every. Single. Day.” passage, it’s this one. And if you know me at all, you’re probably shoutin’ “AMEN TO THAT!” This passage was such a comfort to me first semester and a rebuke to me during the last half of second semester (when I started to forget what I had learned). 

Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?
(and skipping down to verse 31 because if I put the whole passage I will probably scare even more people away from reading this post due to the length. But seriously. You should go read the whole passage. Seriously.)
Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

At the beginning of first semester, I was doing well spiritually. I was in the word and really seeking God, realizing how desperately I need him. He brought this (very familiar) passage to my attention.
A little bit about me—I’m a control freak, straight-A’s, hair-pinned-up-and-pearls-around-my-neck kind of gall. What some might call Type-A personality. Like seriously—look up a description and that’s pretty much me. Minus the hypertension. Somehow I ended up with the opposite. Anywho… From this, you can probably deduce that I tend to put a little to much weight on my grades and on pleasing people—including myself. I have to do this. I have to do that. What if I don’t study enough for this test and get a bad grade? I’ll be a disappointment. What if… what if… “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life…” So yea, God pretty much smacked me over the head with that one. In the most beautiful way. You see, I found freedom in that passage. Freedom from all the chains I had built around myself over the years. God knows what I need. He knows when I need it. He will supply—I am just to seek HIM before all of that other stuff. Food is necessary. Water is very necessary. And clothes are necessary too. Good grades are nice. Good grades get scholarships. Good grades get me into nursing school. But God knows the grades I need. I am to seek Him before them! And He’ll give me what I need! God commands us to NOT BE ANXIOUS. Anxiety is a big sign that I am not trusting God. I am putting myself—my time, my talents—in front of Him. As if I’m better than the one who created them in the first place. PRIDE. That is where my anxiety was stemming from. Anxiety is worldly, and it’s not Christ-like in the slightest.
I was able to walk into a biology test (get this) without anxiety. Because I knew I had studied my best. I didn’t have to worry past that. And God got me. And amazed me. Time after time...
Second semester was a little different. The pace picked up, and I started falling behind on my devos. It’s incredible what that can do to one’s spiritual life. My life was a lot more stressful. God kept showing Himself to me again and again and again. And I praised Him—again and again and again—but I didn’t follow Matthew 6. I was anxious. I would doubt. Praise the Lord that my dad has been praying me through college, and God must have some plan for those grades, because let.me.tell.you. There were some miracle grades this past semester. My memory was working like it never has before—and in hours of the night (ehem…MORNING) when it should NOT have been working that well. But still, I would forget Matthew 6.
And it hurt. Calling home in tears. Sitting on a bench completely falling apart while Matt had to remind me that grades are an earthly possession. They are good. They have their place. They have their benefits. But I can’t take them with me…
An earthly possession….
Like food. Drink. Clothes.
Matthew 6.
I traded freedom for fear. Enslaving fear. I rebuilt those shackles. Praise the Lord He still uses us, even when we are more negligent than not. How many hours did I add to my life from all those crying sessions? Zero. In fact, I got a lot of headaches this semester.
(now may I say again…) Praise the Lord! He brought me through it, and here I stand on the other side. Now I’m lying in my bed at home (sorry, I don’t always write these in one sitting). I’ve been enjoying spending time with my family that I have missed so terribly. And I’m looking back at this year and learning. I’m seeing firsthand what happens when you seek first the kingdom of God—and when you don’t. I’ve loved this past year—don’t get me wrong. And I grew this past semester. Really, I did. But I can see big faults in some areas. Big idols that need to be given up. Big chains that need to be dropped. And not just dropped because it’s the end of the semester and I’m done with classes. No. I need to let those things go in my heart. Or else next semester will be round 2 of the Lydia Huguenin School-Centered Roller Coaster. As someone once told me, “Control is an illusion.” And it is a mirage that I need to stop striving for. Because when I stop striving for that (by the love and power of my almighty Father), my whole heart will be free to strive for God.And that is a beautiful freedom indeed.





Friday, January 24, 2014

Friday Night Rambles ~ 1/24/14


That right there is a pretty accurate depiction of my semester. Hot tea and homework—specifically medical terminology homework. It’s a online class, and I hate online classes. I barely have time for it during the week, so Friday nights and all of my Saturdays are pretty much consumed by medical terminology. So many terms. So much medical. I emerge from my room after hours of studying and my unitmates probably think I’m broken or something. Seriously. It takes a lot out of a person! Hot tea makes everything easier though. I’m a total hot tea junkie now. I never even drank tea before college! Then college came and there was this cinnamon apple tea in the dining hall… That stuff. I would drink at LEAST three cups a day. At least. That was the gateway. It has all been downhill from there. And I have no regrets;) I have also gained the ability to drink coffee. I even like it. But I try to show a little more restraint in that area. Tea though? Nah. No restraints necessary.

Speaking of hot drinks…

I have so many mugs. So many. I love them. So much. And people give me new ones, and they’re beautiful, and I love them all! I tried to control myself when I came back from Christmas break, so I only brought one back with me…I think. Somehow I still have five mugs in my room, and my roomie is a mug person too. If you were to come into our room and just count the mugs, you would think there are several people living in our room. So many mugs. Two people. Do you see a problem here? Cause I don’t… We just decided we need to invest in a mug shelf or something.
Mugs are cool.
And so are pavas;)
My roommate spent last year in Argentina, so she is fluent in Spanish. It's super cool, I know. Be jealous. To my amusement, this causes her to speak Spanglish every once in a while. About a week ago, she came into our room and asked me,
“Lydia, is that your pava in there?”
“Uh… what?”
She immediately realized her mistake, but didn’t actually know what to call hot pots in English. Hot pots are now referred to as “pavas” in our room now.

These things are great
Of course, I'm an idiot,
so then they make for good food
AND good stories;) 

On the subject of hot pots, I’m officially an idiot.
My sister informed me that I can cook things in a pava. COOK THINGS! LIKE NOODLES! IT’S LIKE A REAL POT! But really, I didn’t know that. So the other night I made Thai noodles in my hot pot. Great plan right? Yea, it really was! I had a great dinner! But then my hot pot smelled like Thai noodle seasoning. -__- Thai noodle flavour is great for noodles—not tea water. I tried cleaning it, but that seasoning was some pretty strong stuff.
Then my moment of brilliance.
Why not put some water in the pava, add some dish soap, and let it boil? I mean, it’ll pretty much clean itself, right? Genius.
So I add the water, put in some soap, plug in my pava, and leave the bathroom. This can’t even go wrong. A minute or so later, I go back into the bathroom cause I can hear the water boiling. And boiling it was.
You know those movies where the girl has no domestic skills whatsoever, and she tries to do laundry, and the room turns into a mess of bubbles and insanity? Okay, imagine that, but on a small scale. Bubbles. BIG bubbles. Spilling over the pava… water going everywhere. So much water. Everywhere. The pava emptied itself of water. I desperately grabbed my bot, unplugged it, and tried to pour out the rest, but it had emptied itself.
Note to self: pavas become demon possessed when you put water and soap in them.
So yea, next time you’re tempted to think that I’m intelligent, just remember—no

Despite my domestic deficiencies and heavy workload, my semester is going quite well. It’s hard to have a bad time with God’s blessings around every corner and super fun people all around you.

For real. My friends rock.

Last semester I didn’t have a roommate, and that was totally God’s provision. Adjusting to college life and trying to survive Biology I?? I needed that room to myself. I spent so many hours in that room—studying, studying, studying, studying…
Then this semester, God gave me the best roomie ever! She’s awesome. And she’s about as obsessed with Christmas lights as I am… we rarely turn on our overhead light on. We just turn on our Christmas lights and the two lamps in our room, and that’s plenty enough light for us to do our work. It’s marvelous.

Also, my friends somehow don’t seem to mind that I’m a total freak. And I know way too much Disney music. And I forget that singing really loud in public is typically frowned upon.

Tonight at dinner, the cook started playing “Let It Go” over the speakers in Cathcart. My friends and I were in the solarium, so we didn’t hear. However, my unitmate, not willing to miss an opportunity to see me go all Disney-freak, came in and told me.
Disney concert. Right there. Of course I had to go out to the main part of the dining hall—where everyone was eating—to be able to hear the music so I could sing to it. Thankfully, I have wonderful friends that did it with me. We three then serenaded the entire dining hall, complete with motions.

That’s how you know you have the best friends ever.

I did get a little embarrassed… then “I See the Light” came on and they drug me out again… so we performed an encore. Yup. You’re welcome.  

So yea, college is pretty awesome. Maybe sometimes I only get two hours of sleep. I embarrass myself pretty much every day. I have stupid ideas. But whatever.

Times like tonight—those are priceless.
One of those great college times:
Blood drive:)
Share the power! 

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Things They Don't Tell Freshmen

Roll your eyes if you must. Jest about us “stupid freshmen.” Whatever. But, once upon a time, you were in our place. And sure, we’re dumb in some areas and have to learn our lessons the hard way, but you have to admit, there are some things that we don’t know how to do because NO ONE EVER TOLD US. You know, those things that are so standard on campus that no one ever thinks about the fact that new people don’t know about them. And the only way they’ll know is if someone tells them.
Maybe some of these are just me… probably. So make fun of me if you want to. Doesn’t matter to me!
I also posted a status on facebook asking for ideas, so some ideas are from my friends.  
So here it is, a tribute to all freshmen: past, present, and future. We’re not completely brainless… sometimes we’re just uninformed.
[as I typically do with my list, two asterisks (**) indicates that the particular item applies to CCC only… or I don’t know if it will apply to other colleges, so I don’t want to make a faulty blanket statement]

THINGS THEY DON’T TELL FRESHMEN
(in no particular order)

Cathcart Schedule (translation for other schools—meal schedule)
Alright, this one was kinda my fault; I’ll give you that. But I never thought to look for the meal schedule the first week of school. That wasn’t on my radar! So I woke up one fine, Saturday morning with my tummy growling and… no Cathcart. Because Cathcart’s weekend schedule is weird, THAT’S why. Only brunch and dinner. As if there aren’t people in this world that depend on their three meals a day. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, people!
Okay, okay… chill out Lydia. But I was hungry, alright?
Anyways, I missed a few meals that first week because I didn’t know the schedule.
“Hey you freshman, FYI, printing off the Cathcart schedule or having it handy is a good idea. That way you won’t STARVE.”
That would have been nice…

**Paying for Laundry
My siblings all went to BJU for at least one year, and there, like many other colleges, the laundry machines are run with quarters. My sweet family helped me prepare for college by giving me OODLES of quarters before I left. I was totally set for laundry. I had $20+ worth of quarters. So the first time I had to do my laundry on campus I walked down to those machines, and do you know what I saw? Some weird swipey-machine. No space for quarters. Turns out, one can only use his/her Cougar Card to run the machines. I didn’t have money on my Cougar Card, because why on earth would I need money on my Cougar Card? So I hike over to The Cove to put money on my card. I was going to use the bunches of quarters I had; they were for laundry anyways. Nope. The only way to put money on your Cougar Card is with a credit/debit card. -__- Thank you Clearwater for being weird. I wish I had known that I couldn’t use quarters for my laundry before I came to college. Things they don’t think to specify in The Guide…

**Exam permits
So this one wasn’t a big deal since they were given to us, but no one ever foretold us what exam permits were all about. We just get this e-mail that,
Exam Permits will be placed in your boxes on Wednesday morning (12/4/13).  Please take your exam permit to each exam so you will be allowed to get credit for your final exams.”
Okay, so yea, they tell us right then and there what they are for. But many of us freshman were just a little surprised. We were never warned about these. Suddenly we just receive an e-mail about them being necessary to our college survival and they show up in our boxes and we’re all just like “WHAT ARE THESE THINGS AND WHY WEREN’T WE WARNED!”
(at least, that’s what we dramatic students were thinking…)

Exam Week Schedule
FUN FACT: You don’t have to go to normal classes exam week! Yea, THAT would have been nice to know. I’m not the only freshman who didn’t know this. There were a few of us, after hearing some people talk about “this is our last chapel” and “exam schedule” and all that fun stuff, had to take a bite of our humble pie, walk up to an upperclassman, and say,
“um… this is going to sound stupid… but next week… exams… uh… no one really ever told us…
Do we have to go to normal classes next week?
Please don’t judge me…”

Book Buying Do’s and Don’ts
Some freshmen were fortunate enough to have people forewarn them about books and how they should/shouldn’t be bought. This one is in honour of all those who never had that privilege. CCC doesn’t have a bookstore, so, obviously, this one won’t apply to any CCC students, BUT—don’t buy your books at the school bookstore. You can get they much cheaper from Amazon or somewhere like that. Make sure you check those out. Compare prices. Also, for some schools, it’s wise to not buy your books early—wait until you go to class to find out what you really need. So many poor college students show up to class with a shiny new $150 textbook only to find out they don’t need it at all. (Just remember: this is risky. Talking to other students is probably a wise move on this one, because for some classes you really do need that book. And you’ll need it the first day… or before that even. Look into this one. To each his own.)
(My friend Megan suggests dealoz.com to help you buy your books)

Easy Cross-Campus Transportation
For all those living on a big campus, investing in a skateboard/bike/ripstick/scooter/something is not a bad idea. You’ll save a lot of time going from class to class. My friend Jon mentions how they’re great for “when you only have 10 minutes between classes, and you need a snack.” (Good for small campuses too—I see them all over CCC—but not quite as necessary. I mean, we can get anywhere on that campus within two minutes, so…)

Class Skips
Long story short—don’t just use them all willy-nilly. If you have 3 skips for a class, don’t throw them away for the fun of it. For one thing, if you use them up early, something may happen like, say, you get sick. You sleep in. You/your friend/your family member gets injured. Used up all your skips? Looks like you’re going to class. Either that or you’re getting dropped from the course. There goes a bunch of wasted money. Those skips are there for a reason—necessity. If it’s not a necessity, don’t use them. Listen to the wisdom of my friend Jon Dial:
"If you can miss 5 days, don't purposefully miss five days so you can go shopping or play call of duty. YOU (or someone) [are] paying for YOUR educatoin. TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE OF IT. I did this my first 2 years of college, and all through high school, and I greatly regret not taking my education more seriously. Knowledge is better than gold."
Be careful, however, to not be too scared to use a skip. If you need to use it, do! If it is a class that, honestly, you really don’t need to be there for (you know those classes), and you have work that needs to get done for a (pardon me for saying this) more important (or just more intense) class, it’s okay to do that. Just be wise. Maybe I’m sounding contradictory… the main idea is, don’t waste class skips. You’re an adult now. Make wise choices. Moving on…

Medical Supplies
This was an interesting one that I didn’t know about, but my friend Anthony suggested it.
“[T]he nurse at school usually has free samples of generic cough medicine, cough drops, Tylenol, band aids, an other basic medical supplies that you can pick up instead of going to the store and buying them.”
Hmm… pretty nifty if you ask me! I don’t know if this applies to all schools. In fact, does CCC even have a school nurse? Anyway, this could be very helpful, and, obviously, is not common knowledge.

Eating Habits
Careful, careful my dear friends. We’ve all heard of the infamous freshman 15… or five… or whatever. It’s tempting to get cheap food to keep in your dorm. We’re poor college students, right? But, let’s think about it, what’s cheap? Ramen noodles (the famous college kid food) and other foods like that. While you may be saving money, you will, as my friend Anthony stated so well, “be pay[ing] for it in many more unpleasant ways.” I kept a big container of almonds in my dorm during the beginning of the semester. Sure, they weren’t the cheapest things in the world, but they lasted me a while (and would probably last other people longer, because I kind of overdose on almonds and stuff like that), and I didn’t feel like a load of crud after eating them. And remember, your stomach may lie to you. Many times, when you feel hungry, really you are just thirsty. You may not believe me, but it’s true. Drink some water. It will help. Then, if you’re still hungry, grab something healthy. Also, if you’re like me, you eat when you’re bored or studying (which are fairly synonymous, let’s just be honest). Don’t. Just don’t, okay? You’ll thank yourself later. You’re not really hungry. You’re bored. Food isn’t going to help. One more thing: during the first couple weeks of college, your body is still getting used to your new eating schedule. You will be hungry ALL.THE.TIME. At least, I know I was, but I was too cheap to go buy snacks, so I was totally dependent on Cathcart’s meal times. I was sooo hungry, but after a week or two, my body adjusted, and I was just fine with my three meals a day. Push through those first few weeks, and you should adjust too.

TH Classes
This one was suggested to me by my good friend Katelyn. My classes weren’t listed this way, so I never faced this problem, but I can see how it could be confusing, especially to those who have never seen “H” stand for Thursday before. In class listings, “TH” means Tuesday and Thursday. To break it down, “T” stands for Tuesday, and “H” stands for for Thursday (since there are two days of the week that start with “T,” the powers that be have designated “H” to stand for Thursday—though some, such as Clearwater, use “R,” so keep that in mind). It seems that there have been freshmen in the past that missed their first Tuesday class because they thought “TH” meant Thursday only. It’s okay guys; others have been there before.

Bible Class Perspective
Another good suggestion from my dear friend Katelyn:
“If you’re at a Bible school, don’t stress yourself out too much over your Bible classes to the point that you start viewing the Bible as a textbook, or resenting your time in His Word. You have enough to worry about in college, don’t lose the one resource that brings lasting peace.”
I’m pretty sure that does not need anymore explaining.
I would also encourage new freshmen in Bible college to take advantage of your Bible classes! Katelyn gave me the above encouragement before I left for school. I was very careful to not look at my Bible as a textbook. I actually was very encouraged through my required Bible reading. I tried to make sure it did not replace my personal devotions (for, when you are reading for class, you can’t really dig into the passage too much—you’ll never get through your reading in time if you do), so it was like extra encouragement to me. There were days that I would feel bogged down with homework, but I received relief and peace when I “had” to do my NT reading. I was required to read through the entire New Testament, and I’m so glad I did! It was such a blessing! Take those assignments as a gift!

Learning Your Way Around Campus
This is especially beneficial for those who are going to school on a big campus, but this would be helpful for anyone. I know I’m directionally challenged; I probably would have had some serious issues if my classes were in more than three different rooms my first semester. My friend Kaity suggests visiting all your classrooms before your classes actually start and/or getting a map. Don’t be ashamed of doing something like that. It’s better that than showing up late to class your first day because you couldn’t find the classroom!

Campus Security
Put their number in your phone. It’s helpful. I know at CCC people call them all the time to unlock doors for them. It’s altogether a good idea. And be nice to all the janitors, security, kitchen staff, IT, etc. etc. First of all, you should because that’s the Godly thing to do. Also, it has its perks. It’ll be a lot easier to get help when you’re friends with those you need help from. Do you think security wants to help out the jerk that is rude to them every time he/she comes on campus? Uh, probably not. Think the kitchen staff will be cool with you coming into the kitchen to grab something if you’re always disrespectful to them? Yea, I don’t think so. Just be good, for goodness’ sake!
(I’m not saying that you should befriend people just for the benefits. I’m just saying that if you’re a jerk to the staff, don’t be surprised when the staff doesn’t want to help you out!)

**Cathcart Kitchen Secrets
I worked in Cathcart, and this one still took me a few weeks to figure out. The kitchen staff is cool with you going into the kitchen to cut your own fruit, find a banana, etc., as long as you know what you’re doing. Now, if you make a mess of things and don’t put things back where they belong, don’t expect to be Mrs. Johnson’s good side, like, ever again. But they’re fine with people going in and cutting their own apples. Actually, they prefer it! It saves them time! Also, Mr. Yeater will make you an omelet or quesadilla or whatever if you bring him the stuff you want in it (or someone else will be on duty to do it). I always forget about this, so I’ve never done it yet, but my friends to it all the time. It may take you longer to get your food, but let me tell you what: I’m always jealous when I see my friends get their food. It looks sooooo good. 

Coffee
I’m putting this one in just for Nathaniel.
“Make sure you’re sufficiently competent at producing a quality pot of coffee at a moment’s notice. Because you will wake up late, and going to class directly after you’ve woken up without a cup of coffee is simply unreasonable.”
I guess if you’re dependent on coffee, this is a really good suggestion. For those of us who aren’t… moving along, shall we?

Scantrons
I must say, thanks to my mother, I was very blessed in this area. My mom had us using scantrons in her classes in high school, so I am very used to them—filling them out, filling them in, etc. etc. However, not everyone had that privilege, and the professors never really explain how to do it. They just hand you one, sometimes tell you what to put in the blanks (the often-times unnecessary blanks… thankfully some professors recognize that and are just like, “yea, leave that empty”), and sit at their desks, once again assuming that everyone knows what to do. But not everyone does. Some kids have only ever seen scantrons during specific academic tests such as ACT, SAT, etc. Let’s be honest here: that’s totally different than getting one in a normal class. So, in honour of all those who were not previously accustomed to scantrons, let’s give the freshmen a little help, k? Not really our fault, and we just want to make sure we’re doing everything exactly right! That’s not really something you should fault us for… at least I don’t think so.

Shortly after I started getting ideas from my friends on facebook, a theme began to emerge: time management and balance. I was given so many pointers and opinions, I thought that I’d leave that topic for another blog… maybe. If I ever get to it, it will have its very own post. I also think that it is one of those things that every college students needs reminding of (and maybe tips for), regardless of year. I mean, who doesn’t struggle with time management and balance between relationships and school and working out and food and sleep and sanity and…
Get the picture?

But for now, this is what I have for you. I hope some of you can relate, and maybe, just maybe, this could help prepare an incoming college freshman someday. May you avoid some of the awkward/embarrassing situations that we found ourselves in. Learn from other’s mistakes—that right there will help you a TON!