Diaries of a Summer Intern: Week Four

I'm starting to notice something about the world. It's something that I've always known, but now it's beginning to become a challenge to overcome and learn how to walk through it as Jesus would desire me to.

The pride of having to be the person who's right about something.

Diaries of a Summer Intern: Week Two? More Like Week Three!

It's been quite a busy, busy past few weeks. Nothing exceptional happened last week during the work week, and between not being sure what I wanted to write about and then going back to my college town for the weekend to visit friends and celebrate my beau's birthday, Week Two slipped away.

But Week Three...man, it's been crazy. I still have one more day of work tomorrow, but I already feel like I've put in far too many hours. Let's start with the Attack of the Chiggers.

Diaries of a Summer Intern: Week One

Well, it’s that time of year again. Finals have finished, graduation has occurred, a bunch of people have gotten married. The temperatures are rising and days are becoming longer as summer sets in. For some, it brings summer school. For others, vacations. For me, a job. (And you have people in any combination of those plus other things)

Sunday night before I started working Monday morning I could barely sleep.

Current Emotion: Overwhelmed About the Future

This is it, guys.  I’m heading into senior year as soon as summer ends. Why am I already thinking about the end of the summer when summer just started? Because it’s making me cry. It’s that time in life where everyone wants to know what I’m going to do; everyone wants an answer to my future, and half of them want something like “get an awesome job,” “go to grad school,” or “get married,” and frankly, I don’t know the answer to anything right now.

Playfulness and Bruises

I love roughhousing. Plain and simple, I enjoy having a good time with people and goofing around. I love playgrounds, partaking in a good sports game, finding ways to laugh together and things to laugh about; anything that will make me smile or enjoy life will probably be a friend of mine. If there’s a pond nearby, I entertain the thought of pushing them in – not out of malice, but because I find the notion fun and enjoyable and I want them to laugh (yes, I know very few people would laugh if I pushed them in the pond. But in my head, they would, because, in my head, it’s fun). I really like playing around, and I want people to laugh.

Broken Praise

I’ve tried to write an entry for weeks now. Usually there are so many things I need to unpack, and writing is a way for me to express how I’m feeling. But sometimes, that's a lot harder than it might sound...

Current Emotion: Just... Overwhelmed

So, the first four weeks of school this semester have been nothing short of overwhelming. I’m taking 15 credit hours, working 12 hours a week, have new homegroup responsibilities, been preparing for co-leading worship tonight at women’s retreat, trying to figure out how to meet up with my lifegroup girls (or oversee them being met up with), figure out how to spend the quality time with my roommates we all need, and – the part that makes me giggle – figuring out a relationship, too.