College life

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Claim to Fame

Have you ever heard of John Brown University?

Unless you know me personally or we went to college together, I’m gonna guess probably not.

JBU is a small private college in Siloam Springs, Arkansas. Aside from being ranked #1 Best Value among Southern Colleges by U.S. News and World Report, JBU has one other claim to fame.

The Toilet Paper Game.

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What started in 1980 with a few rolls of pilfered toilet paper thrown onto the basketball court by some crazy college kids has turned into the best technical foul in all of college sports.

Every year, hundreds of fans armed with hundreds of rolls of TP pack Bill George Arena for JBU’s home opener. There’s the dimming of the lights, the introduction of the players, the handshakes, the pep talks, the tip off, and then… the first points of the game for the JBU Golden Eagles, which triggers an immediate explosion of flying toilet paper.

See for yourself.

 

JBU gives up a technical foul as a result of the TP’ing, but it’s definitely worth it.

Now the TP Game is pretty exciting in and of itself, but the spectacle has garnered national attention over the past few years. It’s been featured on  Yahoo! Sports, ESPN’s “Around the Horn,” CBS Sports, and even Buzzfeed. Yes, Buzzfeed!

And let me tell you, anytime anybody from a small town makes national news about anything, it’s a big deal. It gets the townsfolk all a flutter. We talk about it for weeks. But then the talk dies down and life keeps moving and the Golden Eagles usually go on to have a pretty good season.

But for that one night, those few moments, we become the most exciting arena in college sports.

The Real World

Whelp… I’m officially a member of the real world now.

And I’m not talking about the reality show.

I’m talking about the I-got-a-job-I-got-an-apartment-now-I-have-to-pay-tons-of-money-for-everything real world.

Life is grand.

Life also changes a lot in just a week.

When I woke up on Monday, April 30, I was still a college student with no job and nowhere to live after Saturday, May 5.

And by God’s grace, everything came together before graduation. It came down to the last possible second (story of my life), but still, it all came together.

I walked across that stage on Saturday morning surrounded by friends, with a place to live and a job secured.

Here’s me and my diploma (cover)!

I start working on Monday (so excited for that!) and in the meantime I’ve been unpacking and organizing my apartment.

Apartment living is quite the adjustment. Especially for a country girl who’s spent most of her life in the middle of nowhere surrounded by peace and quiet.

But that’s a post for another day.

Highs, lows, and chocolate cake

It’s been a bit of a rough week. I didn’t expect it to be the kind of week that it’s been, either, which makes everything a little more draining.

But despite my struggles, this week has also been very good.

I had my last class ever. Forever. I’ll be done with school forever on Tuesday after my final final, and by this time next Saturday, I’ll be a full-fledged college graduate.

I’m excited!

I had a second job interview. It went well.

I’m hopeful!

One of my lovely housemates turned 22 on Thursday and brought home this lovely cake.

I’m pretty sure I’m the only person in the house who’s eating this. But hey, I’m not complaining! This cake is seriously yummy.

And after the week I’ve had, I’ll take all the fattening, sugary comfort food I can get.

Processing

This afternoon I was filling in homework assignments (which I am utterly, completely and hopelessly unmotivated to do) on my calendar for the month of April and I realized something.

I haven’t put graduation on my calendar.

After debating for a moment over what category graduation fell under (“Fun Stuff,” “Today,” “Misc School Stuff”???) I clicked the box for May 5th and typed it in. All caps. Period at the end.

GRADUATION.

(I classified it as “Fun Stuff,” by the way. I’m not sure that was the right decision, and let’s be honest, I’ll probably change it as the day grows closer. Maybe I’ll add a “Things-That-I-Am-Both-Looking-Forward-To-And-Dreading-All-At-The-Same-Time” category and put under there.)

It kinda knocked the wind out of me. I know that sounds dumb, but really, I had to stop and catch my breath for a second after hitting enter.

This. Is. The. End.

I’ve never not been a student before. Well, I guess if you want to be completely accurate, I wasn’t a student during that time between birth and turning five, but humor me. For all intents and purposes of this argument, I have never not been a student. So there.

I don’t know how to live life outside of school and friends and teachers/professors and homework and tests and everything!! (Excuse the lack of commas and the double exclamation points. My frantic emotions got the better of me for a second. But don’t worry. I’m back. See? Proper punctuation.)

Whew. Actually, I think I’m done for now. I refuse to think about this anymore.

Thanks for bearing with my processing-major-life-events-through-blogging syndrome. It’s probably only gonna get worse the closer we get to May 5th.

Sorry ’bout y’all.

Feels good to be a winner

Feels good to be a winner! That has been the catchphrase of our spring break adventure in Florida.

Seven of my good friends and I have been in Destin since Saturday relaxing, enjoying ourselves and most importantly… taking a break from all things school-related.

I’ll tell y’all what feels good… being on spring break, that’s what.

We have the privilege of staying in a beautiful hotel with a private beach (say what?!) right on the water. It’s lovely. A shuttle takes us from the hotel to the beach where we sit in beach chairs, under beach umbrellas, on the beach, with white sand, on the beach. Beach, beach beach. That’s a word we don’t get to say a lot in Kansas. Gotta make the most of it, you know.

But for real, our days basically consist of sleeping in (what’s that?), eating breakfast on our balcony overlooking the Destin harbor, moseying on down to the dock to meet the shuttle that takes us to the beach, where we sit in beach chairs, reading books, snacking, napping, tanning, watching the people, watching the water and basically being beach bums.

I love it. Can I be a beach bum forever, please?

Actually, nope, I take that back. I don’t think I would like to be a beach bum forever. I would miss my beautiful Kansas dirt way too much.

But I’ll take the beach for vacation any day.

Here are just a few shots I’ve snapped of spring break with my iPhone.

After driving ten hours on Saturday, this was the first glimpse we had of Destin. That’s our hotel! So nice… nicer than anything I’ve ever stayed in before! (Also sorry about my dirty windshield. I could have Photoshopped that out, but hey, I’m on vacation.)

This is the kitchen in our suite. I only see kitchens like this in my dreams. I’m getting so spoiled this week.

This was our first day on the beach. Before I was tan. Before the water was “pretty.” I mean, I think water in general is a beautiful thing (if you’ve ever lived on a farm, you know what I mean) but it looks a little brown in this picture. Later that afternoon, after the tide changed and the sun came out even more, the water turned an amazing blue-green that I almost couldn’t believe was real.

Here’s the pretty water. And a really fun sailboat. I thought it looked like a pirate ship. This is definitely a sight I will never see in Kansas or Arkansas. Florida abounds with new adventures.

This is the cutest, tiniest post office I have ever seen! We took a day trip down the coast on Monday to the charming little town of Seaside. We walked around and explored the town, which is where “The Truman Show” was filmed (trivia!). We like it so much, we’re going back tomorrow.

Monthly roundup

I told myself that this would never happen. I told myself I wouldn’t be one of those bloggers that fell off the face of the earth for indefinite periods of time only to resurface and say, “Oh I’m so sorry! But my life got busy and this and that and blah, blah, blah.” But it’s happened… again.

Here’s the deal.

I graduate in less than two months. And while I am ready to be done with school and homework, I am definitely nowhere near ready to leave the friends family I’ve made over these past four years. I am determined to soak up every minute I have left with the absolutely wonderful people in my life. And if my blog posts have to come less frequently in order for me to do that, then so be it.

I still love y’all. Promise. But y’all are just gonna have to hold yer horses for a while.

So, as is (somewhat) usual for me, here’s the monthly roundup of the last month of my life. It has been full of adventure!

 

My friend and I went to the historic district of a nearby town last month and explored. It was so fun! The area was beautiful and charming and there were advertisements painted on the sides of buildings. I’m a sucker for old advertisements painted on the sides of buildings. Just to let y’all know.

It snowed. Once. And it melted the same afternoon it came down. That’s been the only sign of winter we’ve seen all year. And as much as I like snow, I ain’t complaining. Bring on summer! I’m ready for warmth and sunshine!

The sunsets have been beautiful! This is good for my soul. (But let it be known that sunsets in Kansas are still 4597230958 times better than they are in Arkansas.)

I’ve been learning lots of useful things in school. This is from my freshman-level art history class. It’s my favorite. Can’t ya tell?

And even though I’m totally slacking off in class (and not ashamed of it), I’m still keeping up my grades (see, Momma?). In fact, this was the highest grade I’ve ever made on a test in college. Thank you freshman-level art class that takes almost no effort to pass.

I went skeet shooting last weekend with some friends. It was a blast! I’ve shot trap before (once) but this was my first time shooting skeet. I was terrible. But it was great fun. It’s my goal in life to be a good shot someday. Then I won’t feel like such a poser. I swear, what kind of country girl can’t shoot a gun? Oh right, me. Farm girl fail.

That’s about all for now. I’ll do my best to keep y’all updated as much as possible, but like I said, I’m gonna enjoy the heck out of every last minute I have until graduation! I only have 79,719 minutes left. That’s 55 days.

That’s too soon.

Muffin disaster

So the whole photo-a-day for the next 365 days thing that I started earlier this month is now a total flop.

I think I made it seven days before I gave up.

But I knew that would happen. And I even told y’all that it would happen. So no one’s disappointed, right? Okay, good. Moving on. (My pictures now would just be of classrooms and textbooks anyway. Can you say bor-ring?)

I do have another iPhone photo for y’all though. A photo and a story involving muffins and fire.

 

This is my multitasking, multi-talented friend. As you can see, she is stirring two bowls of muffin mix at one time.

Be impressed.

She was quickly throwing together some muffins for a breakfast-for-dinner party we were going to last night. And me, being my always-ready-to-help self assisted her in putting said muffins in the oven.

So far, so good. Baking muffins is not hard.

Or so you would think.

But just leave it up to me and I will find a sure-fire way to make everything difficult. It’s a problem.

Fast-forward about ten minutes to when my friend asked me to check the muffins and pull them out of the oven. And here’s where things get messy (literally).

For some cotton-pickin’ reason the muffin tins were on the middle rack with the top rack practically sitting right on top of them. Anybody seeing a problem yet?

I grabbed a hot pad and began to pull the muffin tins out of the oven. Somewhere in the two and a half seconds it takes to pull muffins out of the oven I forgot about the inconveniently located top rack and rammed the soft and delicate muffins into multiple bars of hot, angry metal.

Boo.

I was so distressed about the muffins that I dropped the hot pad… onto the oven coil, of course, and didn’t realize that it caught on fire.

That’s right. I set the hot pad on fire.

All of a sudden the kitchen was smoky, things started smelling bad and people were yelling at me, “Hey Kristy. The hot pad’s on fire!”

Say what? Oh shoot, the hot pad’s on fire.

I’m pretty quick on the uptake. Just sayin’.

So I dropped the muffins, grabbed the fiery inferno hot pad and started beating it against the kitchen cabinet.

The fire went out. We turned on the vent. The smoke alarm didn’t go off (thank goodness) and everything was fine.

Well, except the muffins.

I had successfully decapitated them.

But my friend and I threw them in a Tupperware container (ok, maybe not threw. We were gentle. Those muffins had been through a lot at that point.) and went to our brinner party.

We ate, we drank and were merry. And I learned to always put muffins on the top rack. And not to drop hot pads on oven coils.

Evidently I didn’t learn those lessons the first time when I was five like a normal child.

But what about me has ever been normal?

Recaps, reviews and resolutions

Everybody’s doing it. You know, writing a “Here’s-what-I-did-in-2011-and-here’s-what-I’m-going-to-do-in-2012” blog post. And I’m finally jumping on that bandwagon. I’m only four days late.

I run on my own schedule.

 

2011 was a fun year! And because I’m sure y’all have already read a bunch of these kinds of lists and I don’t want to bore you, I’ll just rattle off a few quick highlights. I’m sure this is probably more for my benefit/nostalgia/enjoyment than yours anyway.

–2011 saw more snow days for my little Arkansas university than it had seen in 30+ years.

–Said snow days occurred as a result of one heck of a crazy snowstorm everyone dubbed, “The Snowpocalypse.”

–Then came, “The Rainpocalypse.”

–I failed at baking brownies, coloring, cards, and drawing the state of Kansas.

–The highlight of the year was definitely completing an internship in Spain!

–I decided to take the LSAT and possibly apply to law school.

–I started my senior year of college.

–I got to TP a basketball court.

–2011 closed out with a (semi)-winter storm and plenty of Christmas and New Year’s parties.

 

Now… for 2012.

I’m not much for resolutions. It’s not something I’ve ever really done and I’m much more of a go-with-the-flow person as opposed to making a plan and sticking to it tooth and nail.

I jokingly told a friend that I had made a one-day resolution to cheer for the Denver Broncos when they played the Kansas City Chiefs even though I am a huge Chiefs fan. I only did it because I didn’t want the Oakland Raiders to go to the playoffs, which they would have if Kansas City won. A few minutes after the game started though, I figured out that if Oakland lost their game to the San Diego Chargers, it didn’t matter if Denver won or lost; Oakland would be denied a playoff berth. (If you’re unfamiliar with the NFL playoff system, let me tell you, it can get a little crazy!)

So I said heck with the Donkeys, uhh… Broncos, and cheered all-out for my Chiefs!

And it all ended up working out ok. The Chiefs won and Oakland lost! Yay!

But, I digress.

Back to New Year’s resolutions.

Which I don’t really make.

With the exception of sarcastic one-day resolutions pertaining to football games that I actually make for selfish reasons.

And then break ten minutes into them.

I have problems. I know this.

But for real. A couple days before the new year, I downloaded a year in photos app for my iPhone. Y’all know what I’m talking about. Take one picture a day, every day, for 365 days.

Now, I’m really not a fan of such long-term commitments, mostly because I don’t like planning and being tied down, but also because I’m pretty sure I’ll break them. Nevertheless, I’m attempting this one. And by attempting, I mean keeping up with it as long as I can and not caring too much when I miss a day.

I’ve kept up with it so far though! Four days… impressive, I know.

Here are the first three photos and captions. (I haven’t uploaded the fourth to my computer yet. It and subsequent photos will hopefully follow.)

 

New Year’s Cookies! This is a family tradition. Every year my aunt makes these delicious German treats. This year I had at least six of them. I lost count after that, so the final tally isn’t exactly known. Oh well, it’s better that way. I’d probably rather not know how many I ate. I tend to overindulge a bit during all the holiday parties.

I have problems. I know this.

Being a cat is rough. Just ask my cat, Turvy, and he’ll tell you all about it. He gets to spend all day inside and stick his head in the bag of cat food and eat whenever he wants. And he’s supposed to be an outside cat. Pshhh. My mother spoils him.

Family Christmas supper at the local restaurant. This was like the twelfth (and final… thank goodness) family Christmas we’ve had this year. I love my family. I really, really do. And I love get-togethers and parties! But we like to eat in my family, so there is always tons of food at our get-togethers and my stomach has finally said enough.

The flip side is that in a week, I know I’ll be back at school dying to have a home-cooked meal again, so I really shouldn’t complain.

And that’s all for now, folks!

I hope y’all had a fantastic Christmas and New Year’s with your friends and families and that you can approach each day in 2012 as it comes, with a smile on your face!

Ombré

This weekend I decided to have one of my best friends dye my hair blonde.

I’m a fairly impulsive person and I like change. And this was one of those times when I woke up in the morning, decided I needed a change, and did it.

And because I am detail-oriented and extremely logical (not) I only bought one box of dye, not thinking about the fact that I have three times the amount of hair on my head as a normal woman (for real, my hair is thick, thick, thick. And long.) My friend started dyeing my hair around 10 p.m. (after Sally’s was closed) and about five minutes in, I said to her, “Wouldn’t it be terrible if we run out of dye because I have so much hair?”

Fast forward almost an hour. I have three sections of hair left and we have no more dye.

I died.

Not dyed. (There’s a difference.)

My hair was dyed. (Well, part of it was.)

And because my friend is awesome at dyeing hair, she figured out a way to take some of the hair dye from my underneath layers and apply it to the sections at the top of my head.

Crisis averted.

Sort of.

After washing and drying my newly colored hair, I realized that evidently it’s not that easy to make a brunette a blonde using a seven dollar box of hair dye from Sally’s.

My hair was lighter than before. But not blonde.

Because my hair had been dyed red perviously and faded to a lighter golden color, it took some of the blonde dye and that was fine. But my dark brown roots which had grown out did not take any blonde at all.

The result?

Ombré hair.

Now, let me make a disclaimer here and say that I do not keep up with pop culture at all. I didn’t even know what ombré hair was until a couple days ago, but evidently it’s popular with celebrities. (Thank you, Google, for enlightening me.)

So now I’m super trendy with my not-blonde hair and my dark brown roots.

Observe.

Maybe this is a sign that I shouldn’t go blonde.

Life recently

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I’ve neglected this blog. I’m sorry.

I know y’all wait with bated breath (pet peeve cliché right there) to read about the super exciting details of my life and y’all’s worlds cave in when I don’t post an update every day…

Okay, maybe not.

I’m pretty sure I only have three readers anyway, so sorry to you three. Let’s move on.

Life recently has consisted of…

–Thanksgiving. My favorite holiday of all time. It’s ten times better than Christmas in my opinion. No gifts. (I’m so not a gifts person.) Just quality time with friends and family, (I’m all about the quality time) and lots and lots of food. I’m all about the food too. I love to fill my plate with everything: turkey, mashed taters, sweet taters, green bean casserole, stuffing, and then cover my entire plate in gravy. Yes please, amen, thank you Jesus. Gravy is all that is right and holy in this world.

–Basketball. I’m still totally into football (even though my Chiefs are quickly playing their way to a last place standing in the AFC West) but basketball is my favorite sport and the college basketball season is gearing up. Several weeks ago my little Arkansas college made national headlines after our first home game of the season.

That is the Yahoo homepage. We’re famous for earning basketball’s best technical foul. And it’s a doozy. If you dont’ know what I’m talking about, you should do a Google search for, “JBU TP game.” It’ll change your life.

ESPN tweeted about us!

ESPN even aired footage of the game and gave commentary on our crazy tradition during its show, “Around the Horn.” We were on national television! It was a pretty big deal for our little bitty school.

And for one last bit of importnat life info, (that is probably not all that important to most people, but I’ll tell y’all anyway because that’s the kind of person I am…)

–I am turning into an old person. I just had a birthday earlier this week and now I go to bed at like 11:00 every night. Considering that I am a night owl and I am also a college student, this early bedtime business is kind of ridiculous. But I’m also not complaining. Sleeping is wonderful. I just haven’t done a whole lot of it the past three years of my life. It’s like I’m rediscovering my affections for an old friend.

That wording was weird. It’s past 11:30. I’m not thinking clearly. It’s past my bedtime. I’m going to bed.

A fall Friday afternoon

Let me take y’all back to last Friday.

It was the day before the LSAT and I had been telling myself all week that I was going to take at least one full-length practice test before Saturday. And surprise, surprise, I hadn’t done it yet. I told myself I was going to do it that afternoon. No excuses.

But something came up. An immediate pressing issue. An urgent situation. That I had to give my full attention to.

Some friends invited me to go to a pumpkin patch.

How could I say no? It was a beautiful fall afternoon and y’all know me… I’m all about ditching my responsibilities to have fun.

It’s a problem.

So I went and I had a blast and I didn’t regret not studying for even a second.

Meet my lovely friends.

Meet our pumpkins.

The albino one is mine. I loved it right when I saw it. I’d never seen an albino pumpkin before. I figured “albino pumpkin” probably wasn’t the technical term so I Googled it when I got home and I actually couldn’t find a scientific name for it. There are other nicknames out there like ghost pumpkins and snowballs. But no real name. Sad day. You let me down, Google.

Look at us being all matchy, matchy.

I was happy in the pumpkin patch. Can ya tell?

I can’t even tell you. That place was good for my soul. It was way out in the boonies of Arkansas at the end of a dirt road. The guy who owned the place had the sweetest southern drawl. The patch covered five acres of wide open land. There was dirt.

Yeah. That’s right. There was dirt.

I think that was the most exciting part for me.

It wasn’t good, rich Kansas dirt, but it was the closest thing to Kansas dirt I’ve seen in over two months.

All in all, it was such a great day. I loved spending time outdoors in God’s beautiful creation with some of my favorite people.

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