Happy times and happier times

Drumroll, please.

Duuuuuurrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmm….. symbol crash.

I finished my fifth semester of college classes today!

Fertig. Finito. Finished. Done.

Now I just have to make it through a couple of not-too-hard finals and I’m home free!

Oh what a feeling, what a wonderful emotion… (name that song!)

I love college. I really do. It’s such a blessing to go to such a great school and have the opportunity to learn about things I love every day. I’ve had great profs this semester, I’ve had great classes.

But I’m so ready to be done.

I’m ready to…


–read a book for fun


–use my computer for something other than writing papers


–cook my own food instead of eating in the cafeteria

–sleep, sleep, sleep.

One week from now I will be living the good life of a college kid home on Christmas break.


It will be a happy time.

I was reminded of even happier times last night as I was organizing the hundreds of files of photos on my computer.

I was skimming through a photoshoot I did for a friend of mine back in October. She’s an RA in one of the dorms and for a hall activity she and her fellow RA decided to take their girls out on a photoshoot. I had the wonderful privilege of being the event photographer.

It was super fun looking at the photos and reminiscing and seeing such happy faces. Faces that weren’t tired and sick and drained from a rigorous semester of studying and rhetoric.

I have beautiful friends.

See for yourself.

Amidst the photos of all these beautiful women, I stumbled onto another little gem.

Isn’t this flower just amazing?

The colors… oh, the colors. They are simply stunning. A computer screen absolutely does not do them justice.

This pretty flower was in bloom just two short months ago.

There’s no way you’re gonna find a flower anywhere outside this time of year. Not a live one anyway.

Nothing is alive outside.

Remember the post from about a month ago where I put up a picture of the vibrant view out my window? I thought about taking a picture today from the same place and doing a compare and contrast thing for this post.

But I couldn’t bear to do it.

It’s just so gray outside.

Gray and dreary.

I’m not a fan.

I know winter is one of God’s perfect creations too, and bless it, I know it’s probably wonderful, but it’s to daggum cold for me.

I admit it has been a milder winter so far in Arkansas, but I’m going back home to Kansas in less than a week and I know what’s waiting for me.

Winters in Kansas go a little like this…



–no snow


It’s lovely.

So, being the optimist that I am, I have devised the perfect, happy plan.

I will go home, sit on my couch with a mug full of coffee, read a book for fun, take a nap, and print this photo out huge then tape it to every window in my house and convince myself it’s actually summer.


(soon to be) cold in Kansas… aka: kskristy

Pumpkins and a list

First off let me apologize for my week-long hiatus from this site.

I know this goes without saying, but life is crazy.

And that is definitely no exception in this college student’s life.

In the past week I have…

–Played more basketball than I have in all my high school years combined

–Toilet papered my university’s brand new sports arena to celebrate the beginning of basketball season

–Skipped class three times

–Skipped chapel twice

–Felt guilty about the above two lines only once

–Went to Kansas City

–Went to a rodeo

–Went to a concert

–Ate deliciously authentic German and Honduran food

–Pulled all of my hair out during the Chiefs vs. Bills game (just kidding… almost)

–Bombed a test

–And… (this is the best thing yet) won second place in a pumpkin carving contest with some of my best friends!

That’s all of us and our award-winning pumpkin!

We walked into the cafeteria one evening last week and were greeted with tons of huge orange pumpkins available for anyone to decorate. My friend Hannah and I picked out one of the biggest and smoothest pumpkins (because everybody knows it’s no fun painting a bumpy pumpkin, duh) and signed our group up for the campus-wide contest.

As we ate our dinner, we contemplated what we should paint on our pumpkin.

Our group consisted of a biology major, two education majors and two engineers, plus myself: the journalism and photography major. Consequently, that earned me the position of creative director of the group, despite my persistent refusals.

I tried to explain that there is a big difference between being creative with a camera and being creative with a paintbrush; the latter of which, I am most definitely not.

They didn’t get it.

In the end, we collaborated on the idea and decided to paint a seasonal pumpkin. Mainly because my friend Bethany is good at drawing trees and the rest of us figured it wouldn’t be too hard to paint little colored dots on the branches for leaves.

The finished product was above and beyond what any of us had imagined.

See for yourself.

Hannah and Morgan and their beautifully blossoming spring tree.

Kathryn and Lindy and their cheerful summer tree.

Lindy and myself and our vibrant autumn tree.

Bethany and her frosty winter tree.

Voting commenced over the next several days and the winner was announced on Monday. The winner of first place was an illustration major (go figure) and painted the most detailed design on her pumpkin I had ever seen. I’m sure it must have taken her ten years. She definitely deserved to win.

And we were all thrilled at our second place victory. In reward of our artistic efforts, we received a $25 gift card to Walmart.

Next weekend we are going to use the card to go buy real food (a true delicacy in college life) and make a real dinner.

You know you’re a college student when the highlight of your week revolves around fresh, homemade, healthy, non-cafeteria, non mass-produced food. I can’t wait.

Now excuse me while I go make some Ramen noodles.

25 hours in my day

Somebody give me a Nobel Prize; I have made a scientific breakthrough.

Yesterday I figured out how to add more time to my day!

I added a whole ‘nother hour! (Yes, I know ‘nother is not a word. But that’s how I said it in my head and I’m all about being real here, so y’all get to read my improper grammar. Sorry about ya.)

Yes… I had 25 hours in my day.

Or not.

Y’all know I’m just kidding.

But it did feel like I added an extra hour to my day.

Here’s why…

Let me start off by saying that I am not a morning person. Not at all.

I love the idea of mornings. I think they are beautiful and peaceful and lovely. But I cannot pull myself out of bed on most days in order to enjoy them.

It’s a problem.

Maybe it’s just a college thing.

I don’t know. Somebody explain this to me.

Considering my strong aversion to parting from my warm, comfy bed at the beginning of each day, it was not a surprise to me when I overslept my alarm clock yesterday.

I had intended to get up at 8:57 (I know that’s a weird time, but rarely do I set my alarm for clean-cut times ending in 0 or 5).

It’s also a problem.

I woke up at 10 after and wasn’t too worried. I still had time to make it to my 10:00 class, I just wouldn’t shower.

So I went about my morning routine: standing in front of my closet, wishing I had coffee and waiting for the day’s outfit to jump out at me and say “wear this.”

I put on my makeup and fixed (or tried to fix) my hair and went to class.

But there was a problem.

When I got to my classroom, there was no one there. It was dark and empty. And I was completely confused.

I looked on the door. There was no sign saying the professor was sick and class was cancelled.

I looked in the lobby area around my classroom. There were none of my classmates waiting around for an explanation of this strange occurrence.

I looked in other classrooms. There was no class going on without me.

I scanned my classroom one more time for any clues that might inform me as to what was going on, and I saw it.

The clock.

The clock said 9:00.

I didn’t believe it so I checked my cell phone.

It said 9:00.

As I walked back to my dorm room, I pondered how this mix-up happened.

I concluded that I really woke up 10 minutes after 8:00 and just hadn’t noticed the hour when I checked the time.

What a freak accident of life. I never wake up earlier than I have to.

But I did. And it was good.

I got back to my room and instead of going back to sleep like I later wished I had, I cleaned.

I know… what a great use of time. I’m not the biggest fan of cleaning. But I turned on some music and cleaned my little heart out.

And then my hour was up and I went to class.

How’s that for an anticlimactic ending?

Maybe I’ll make better use of my extra hour the next time I fit 25 hours into a day.

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