Drama, drama, drama

Sometimes I forget that people in the theater are not only dramatic on stage, but in every aspect of their life. They forget that once the cameras stop rolling or when the stage lights have dimmed, so too should their "dramatics." Alas, this is never the case with theater people. Life is a stage for these aspiring actors and actresses, and they are going to make the most of it. The world revolves around them, as in any play or movie they star in, because they of course are the star. 

I'm so incredibly grateful that I dismissed the notion to become an actress. I'll admit, as a young girl I loved the stage and adored playing a role. My life, however, was never the stage. I had enough common sense to realize that. 

Now the ironic part is that I dearly love people who have chosen the theater route. Individually, they are fantastic people whose company I enjoy. But when theater people are all clumped in a group, that's when I begin to throw up. That's when they forget that the world doesn't revolve around them; instead, they believe that people should bow in their presence. When really, what are they contributing to the world? NOTHING. I dismissed becoming an actress because I wanted to impact this world in a deeper way than making popcorn sales soar. 

I love the theater. I support the theater. I love theater people individually, but if you put them all in a room together that would be time for my exit cue.  

Suffering from senioritis? Join the club

A new pandemic has hit Bethel. H1N1 had its time to shine, but now senioritis is taking the lime light for a bit. 

How can one be motivated to do anything during his or her last semester of college? Good grades have always been important to me — and they still are — but I've caught myself frequently using the phrase, "I'm a senior and it's my last semester. I'll deal." And I'm not alone.

I'm no slacker by any means, but it's interesting that "senioritis" can grab a hold of the straight A student as well as the average C producing student. It's been a long journey of midterms, finals, projects, and massive research papers, and once that final semester hits I think my whole being cries out to slow down and smell the roses (or the snow). 

I still care about doing my best; I still care about getting an A (yes, I'm a nerd), but honestly I'm tired. And there isn't much good to look forward to after graduation. Hmm, let's see here: unemployment, moving back home (although the home-cooked meals and free laundry make it a plus) and the fear that I will never get that "dream job" that I paid so dearly for here at Bethel. 

Who knows, maybe life isn't so glum. I just hope that a cure can be found, and soon. 

Dog food and fire alarms

I learned an important fact about myself last night: If there was ever a fire there is no way I would survive. I would be cooked—extra crispy. How did I come to this realization that I could someday be the next crispy food delight on the McDonald's menu? Maybe it was a revelation from God. Or maybe it was my roommate shaking me awake at 1:30 a.m. telling me the fire alarm was going off. In a daze, I hopped out of bed, threw my sneakers on, and stumbled out the door of 799. That was a big mistake. 

Shivering in the frigid Minnesota night air, I imagined how warm those potential flames inside Fountain Terrace could have kept me nice and toasty. Instead, I was hovering around numerous groggy college students who felt as numb and cold as I did. Come to find out this morning, there was no fire or real danger. Instead, some lovely college students decided it would be funny to pull the fire alarm. Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was back in junior high, which isn't even possible since I was homeschooled. 

I don't understand people's fascination with fire alarms—or High School Musical—both which tend to burn our common sense away. 

P.s. Today I learned that Taco Bell and Arby's use meat that is the same grade level as dog food. DOG FOOD!?!?! Oh my... 

And Isn't It Ironic?

I've become one of the masses. Hurrying in and out of shopping malls. Pushing my way through lines, or actually, I've been the one pushed through the lines. It's the Christmas season. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and we will all finally have the opportunity to watch our loved ones open the presents we so meticulously bought for them. The ironic part is that Christmas is a time of giving, and loving, and all that is wonderful and beautiful. And while Christmas can bring out the best in us, it also brings out the worst. 

As I'm in the mall, listening to the classic Christmas carols playing in the background that talk about giving, magic and wonder, I find myself being pushed around by hostile mothers and grumpy old men (pardon the pun) whose one mission is to acquire the best present and the prime spot in line, even if that means transforming into the Grinch in the process. 

But even if Christmas can bring out the worst in people, I can't help but love it anyways. 

Merry Christmas! 

Short & Sweet

Well, I thought it was high time I joined the rest of the world and created a blog. I'm not sure that I have many interesting things to say, but I'm sure some people will get a few laughs from reading my musings. 

I've been home from Bethel for four days so far, and it has been pure bliss. No homework. No papers. No tests. No Clarion (although I won't lie, I miss it!). While I've enjoyed my days off so far, I've also caught myself feeling bored. With no real responsibility, pressure, or stress, I really don't know what to do with myself. What the heck is wrong with me?!? Well, a lot, but that's another story. I'm sure I'll figure out some things to do. In fact, I've already made a small list: 

1. Read "The Lovely Bones"

2. Revise Clarion manual

3. Hang out with Chris

4. Prove Dave, Zak, Jordan and Josh wrong

5. Sleep

6. Play with the two most adorable kittens in the world

7. Sleep some more