Spring forward

A herd of zebra came running through campus today. They were mostly pink. They had flags held high and wore their stripes shamelessly. I was one of them.

As we stampeded and chanted crazy zebra chants, all the other herds looked at us in awe. They were smiling. We were wearing pink tee-shirts with zebra booties on the back. It was quite a sight.

When I showed up to participate in Campus Day, I was not expecting to become a zebra. WHAT a rush. I may not have a voice tomorrow. But for now I am home alone; the excitement has been tamed, and the crickets are chirping.

Right here in this cricket-moment I'm realizing that I have a love/hate relationship with the unpredictability of life. One of my favorite things to do is look forward to the next big thing. I've found though, that my "next big things" never turn out the way I plan them. Sometimes for better; sometimes for worse.

Who knew I would watch my friends do a toilet-driving relay race? Or that I would help perform our skit in front of SO many people because we won third place? Who in the world, in the words of Pocahontas, knows what's just around the river bend??

Nothing about this year will be the same. A herd of zebra will probably never graze the front lawn of CBU again. My face-paint is now smeared, and I can't re-live the events of today. I don't know what the future holds, and that's a little scary to me. I have a general idea--just like with most books, you can predict what comes next. I'm just a character in the story going from page to page.

Now that this chapter has ended, I'm wondering what else the Author will write. No one knows if the next chapter is going to be good or bad, funny or boring, sad or amazing... What's happened already has been great, but I can't wait to turn the page.

She's just not that into you

I was looking at old documents in my computer, and I found this poem I wrote in high school. I am cracking up... Hope you enjoy!

This poem was written in lieu of Shakespeare’s sonnet LXII, in which the self-absorbed speaker boasts about his good looks and self-love. The woman he loves tricks him into thinking that he is attractive when, after facing rejection, he looks into the mirror and finds what manner of man he truly is.

(Self) Love Hurts

I caught a glimpse of a glance from a glamorous girl-
The girl that I adore.
She just gazed so long and hard at me,
That’s something I can’t ignore.

I pretended not to notice her,
As I sucked it in and flexed,
I hoped she wouldn’t notice that
My flawless heart was vexed.

So on my way, at the end of the day,
When my heart was filled with glee,
My voice cried out and gave a shout,
Wow, she noticed me!

When I passed the mirror the following day,
I just couldn’t help but state,
“Man, I look good today-No-
I look great!”

As I headed out the door
And made it safe to school,
I found it wasn’t me she loved,
But over another she chose to drool.

Now I know the truth,
It all was just a game.
She used her charm to cause me harm
And broke my heart-the same.

When I get home from school tonight,
And gaze into the mirror,
I know that I will see a sight
That will be ugly to appear

Then what’s left to do-
Just sit around and stir?
Well, I know she’s not in love with me,
But I’m still in love with her.

When one door closes...

It is amazing how much I have in common with a person who is twice my age. Let's call her... Naomi.

Naomi was my favorite teacher in high school. Her bubbly personality was so easy to love, despite her strict classroom rules. She loved teaching English, so I loved learning it. Naomi was my high school English teacher from 7th to 10th grade. (Yes, just like Mr. Feeny on “Boy Meets World.”) By this time, I was attached. Her enthusiasm had gotten so contagious, that I made it a priority to be her constant shadow. She was a joy to be around.

My heart broke to pieces when she said she was making a career change right before my junior year. I thought I would never see my favorite teacher again. I expressed my concern, and - like it was nothing - she told me, "Well, now we can be friends!"

And so it began.

Naomi has been my mentor and closest friend ever since she stopped teaching. She always maintains the most positive attitude. She is going through so many big changes in her life now (so am I - how ironic…), and I love to watch how she fully trusts God like it's no big deal. I wish I could be more like her. Her love for the Lord still inspires me every day. I am always at her house soaking up all the wisdom I can get. I am her shadow; her Ruth: wherever she goes, I am so there. I hope and pray that she stays in my life as long as possible, and that I turn out to be a fraction of the amazing person she is.

This little fish

I can’t believe this semester is over. Deadlines, interviews, writing and rewriting made the time fly by, and I must say it has been a rewarding experience. I remember how intimidated I was on the first day of class. I told my mentors that I felt like a little fish in a big pond, but they assured me that everything would be just fine. I scored two interviews, a great photo (by Eric McFarland), and plenty of words for my first story. It was so rewarding to see my name in “lights” for the first time.

Being published was a great experience, but the best part of this semester was working with other people. Photographers, mentors, editors, and other writers made me feel like I was a part of the team from the very beginning. I was able to work on a recession spread with my mentors and two other people. That was probably my favorite story to work on. It was a great feeling to be a small part of something bigger. That’s the feeling I’ve gotten this whole semester as a writer for The Banner. Everyone is on the same team with one goal in mind. Of course there are pressing deadlines, but when everyone has their own small part, it creates accountability. I knew that I had to do my part because others were depending on me to do so. Each person’s talent works together to make a polished finished product, and that’s why every issue of the Banner turns out so great. I am so proud and thankful to have been a part of it.

Upcoming stories include sports and profiles, since I have not published such pieces yet. I am also working on another story that I'm really excited about! More on that soon!