Sunday, August 23, 2009
Lovely goes to college
I am here! I've been avoiding my blog because it seemed there was so little to say, only to sit down and realize I had too much to even begin to talk about.
I said earlier that we'd come down and filled up my closet and made my bed the night before everyone else was to arrive on campus. Yesterday we went early to get some carpet from an area Lowe's, which was carried up to my second floor room by two kind ROTC guys, who somehow managed to get it under the furniture, which was unquestionably staying inside the room. (I sort of think they placed the furniture before they built the rooms and doorframes themselves, not unlike those ships you see in the bottles). My roommate came a few hours later, and we got the beds lofted and everything arranged before she moved up all her stuff. Then it was time for a late lunch and then back to the ranch to keep organizing.
And finally, it was all done. Absolutely done. Some people were still moving in, but we were frames-on-the-walls, Spanish-Bible-on-the-desk, guiltar-in-the-closet done, beanie-baby-on-the-bed done. My parents and Nate left, and I sat down on my beautifully made bed and wondered what in the world I was supposed to do next.
Facebook, obviously. But no one was really on, so when two girls popped their heads in and expressed warmest admiration for the decorating of our room, I greeted them and asked to tag along on their tour of the dorm. "Just like window shopping," we agreed as we walked from door to door, knocking on the ones that were ajar and introducing ourselves to the girls who answered. I will never remember all those names, but it was good for me.
At eleven was a dorm worship service in the lobby, which was absolutely beautiful. It was just piano and 150 girls singing out to God. I had dreaded going (I was exhausted and would've preferred to be in bed by nine) but God was there, and there was just a sort of peace that fell over the whole place as we sang. I needed that.
The first night wasn't bad, although it took me awhile to get used to the constant flushing of toilets and people talking. I concentrated on the sound of the air conditioner running, though, and was fine.
And then it was morning! I set my alarm for 8:40, figuring that would give me plenty of time before church at 10:30, but ended up waking up much earlier. When I said this room is the sunniest on campus, I meant it. I loved waking up gently to the natural light flooding in through the closed blinds. I'm going to savor it for as long as I can.
And now I supposed there's little else to do except...PICTURES!
I said earlier that we'd come down and filled up my closet and made my bed the night before everyone else was to arrive on campus. Yesterday we went early to get some carpet from an area Lowe's, which was carried up to my second floor room by two kind ROTC guys, who somehow managed to get it under the furniture, which was unquestionably staying inside the room. (I sort of think they placed the furniture before they built the rooms and doorframes themselves, not unlike those ships you see in the bottles). My roommate came a few hours later, and we got the beds lofted and everything arranged before she moved up all her stuff. Then it was time for a late lunch and then back to the ranch to keep organizing.
And finally, it was all done. Absolutely done. Some people were still moving in, but we were frames-on-the-walls, Spanish-Bible-on-the-desk, guiltar-in-the-closet done, beanie-baby-on-the-bed done. My parents and Nate left, and I sat down on my beautifully made bed and wondered what in the world I was supposed to do next.
Facebook, obviously. But no one was really on, so when two girls popped their heads in and expressed warmest admiration for the decorating of our room, I greeted them and asked to tag along on their tour of the dorm. "Just like window shopping," we agreed as we walked from door to door, knocking on the ones that were ajar and introducing ourselves to the girls who answered. I will never remember all those names, but it was good for me.
At eleven was a dorm worship service in the lobby, which was absolutely beautiful. It was just piano and 150 girls singing out to God. I had dreaded going (I was exhausted and would've preferred to be in bed by nine) but God was there, and there was just a sort of peace that fell over the whole place as we sang. I needed that.
The first night wasn't bad, although it took me awhile to get used to the constant flushing of toilets and people talking. I concentrated on the sound of the air conditioner running, though, and was fine.
And then it was morning! I set my alarm for 8:40, figuring that would give me plenty of time before church at 10:30, but ended up waking up much earlier. When I said this room is the sunniest on campus, I meant it. I loved waking up gently to the natural light flooding in through the closed blinds. I'm going to savor it for as long as I can.
And now I supposed there's little else to do except...PICTURES!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
I'm sitting on the white hotel bed, waiting for my little brother to get out of the shower. My parents are out, buying carpet with my debit card, and I have a minute to try to wrap my head around the idea of it's being TODAY. We were able to get into my dorm last night, and unpacked the entire trunk before midnight. We didn't do any actual arranging of furniture; just filled the closet and made the bed and threw some stuff onto the desk, but it made me feel a whole lot better.
Today the sun is out, just like I've been praying. Because Gothic conventions seem to apply to my life as well as 18th century literature, I knew that I could never make it in the event of rain. But even with the sun pushing down and in from behind the closed curtains, I know it's going to be weird.
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