What Sweeter Music

We see Him come and know Him ours
who with His sunshine and His
showers turns all the patient
ground to flowers. Turns all the
patient ground to flowers.

The darling of the world is come
and fit it is we find a room to
welcome Him. To welcome Him.
The noble part of all the house
here is the heart.

*John Rutter

High-Pitched

What is it with girls and high pitched noises? Now apart from the obvious anatomical differences, that female voice-boxes are generally structured in much smaller proportions, I am talking about the random noises females emit. When ever a girl is laughing hysterically, sees someone they really like/haven't seen "for-like-evar!" or are saying "you're welcome" somehow or is general excitement, their pitch slides up a few notches, and in some cases results in an incredibly irritating noise. I will be the first to admit my guilt. In particular, I remember a time when a girlfriend and I were discussing some hilarious topic, and the boys around us stared as our speech became unintelligible, which they dubbed "speaking in squeak." Luckily, females alike are able to decifer the high pitched noises, but really. What's up with that?

Study Habits that Don't Really Help

Things you may do while studying, that really don't aid your thought process'.

• Holding a highlighter to the center of your forehead.
• Laying on your bed with a pillow.
• Hitting the book against your forehead, or vice-versa.
  
• Throwing papers.
• Sitting next to a good friend who has stories to tell.
• Blogging about study habits.
• Sitting next to some one you find attractive.
• Listening to music videos on youtube, since you have to choose an new one every few minutes, and they might lead you to less musical, yet entertaining videos.

*All have been personally tested, or observed.

The Road Home

Tell me where is the road I can call my own,
That I left, that I lost, so long ago?
All these years I have wandered,
Oh when will I know there's a way,
There's a road that will lead me home?

After wind, after rain, When the dark is done,
As I wake from a dream in the gold of day.
Through the air there's a calling from far away.
There's a voice I can hear that will lead me home.

Rise up, follow me. Come away is the call,
With the love in your heart as the only song;
There is no such beauty as where you belong,
Rise up, follow me, I will lead you home.

-Michael Dennis Browne

A Job

Last Friday my boss called me and said "[Chairman] approached me today and mentioned the need to discuss cutting back on work-study hours." I had already talked to my boss about cutting two hours from my work week so I would have the time to study after Greek. I told her that cut would put me at 10 hours a week. She said she would talk to Chairman and get back to me, but wanted to let me know in case I needed to start looking somewhere else. I thanked her for letting me know and we hung up. Thoughts went racing through my brain. Where would I find a new job? I was worn out as it was working simply 12 hours a week. I could always go back to Shivers. Could I get away with no job? I could just take the bus, and never buy anything; That wouldn't be so bad, good thing I live at home. Because most of my paycheck comes from the government, I thought my job was secure through the budget cuts. Apparently not.

A few hours later, I was with a friend and we were trying to decide whether to see a movie that night. Spending a dollar seemed like so much, what if I didn't have a job next week? My last paycheck would be about $100. The phone rang and I hastily picked it up. My boss. Afraid of what she was going to say, I answered. "I talked to [Chairman] and he agreed with the 10 hours a week, and that it is nice to have you in the office while I'm in class. There are other work-studies that he is going to assess, but he is happy with your hours." A monster of relief suddenly swallowed my body.

I have a job, and I am incredibly grateful.

Match making.

An upcoming date night for the sorority has rendered several women in need of a male companion for the evening. As I seem to own the largest male acquaintanceship, much of this need falls onto my shoulders. In the past, each attempt was quite successful. Success = enjoyment of another's company for an evening. I have to admit my skills of pairing up individuals has already seen an even brighter light this time around.

Match #1 - "Is she musical at all?" "Yes, she plays the piano." "Sweet, I'm in."
Match #2- "His name is _____." "Oh, I know him" "Is he acceptable?" "We've talked a few times and I've thought he was cute ever since I met him."

Brilliant.

Oridinary Miracle

It’s not that unusual
When everything is beautiful.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.

The sky knows when its time to snow,
Don’t need to teach a seed to grow.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.

Life is like a gift they say
Wrapped up for you everyday;
Open up and find a way
To give some of your own.

Isn’t it remarkable?
Like every time a rain drop falls,
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.

Birds in winter have their fling
But always make it home by spring.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.

When you wake up everyday
Please don’t throw your dreams away;
Hold them close to your heart
Cause we’re all a part
Of the ordinary miracle.

It seems so exceptional
That things just work out after all.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.

Sun comes up and shines so bright
And disappears again at night.
It’s just another ordinary miracle today.

"Ordinary Miracle" by Sarah Mclachlan

Flowers

Lily for Kenna, Orchid for Emily, Daisy for Crystal, Carnation for Katherine. A bouquet for the bonds of friendship.

A photo can in no way capture the beauty of these flowers.

One year ago, I joined Theta.

I really have no words to describe the feelings and thoughts that are in my heart, but love for the Lord and His mortal angels.

It's not about enduring, it's about making yourself happy. It's not about forcing your thoughts to be happy, but doing those things that make you happy. It's not about doing those things that make you happy right now, but choosing to live happily for eternity, starting ... now.

Bleeding

I believe if I were to fall and to start bleeding, the Ancient Greek alphabet would come pouring out, alphabetically at first, then backwards (all lower case of course).

αβγδεζηθικλμνξοπρστυφχψω

A New Goal

Dance to the jukebox located in the Union.

Life's a Musical

In Institute Singers we are practicing a song "I Will Rejoice" by Ronald Stahli. It is very upbeat, a song to moooove to. The men were away in sectionals while the women were gathered around the piano with the conductor, all practicing said song. Half-way through a run-through, the basses walked in. Slowly they gathered behind the altos and began singing. Next the tenors walked in through the other door, joined in as they were walking and took their place. It felt we were in a musical, especially since the lyrics are first-person "I will rejoice..." and my eyes caught a particular theatrical person on his way in. He was feelin' it.

Only in choir.

*note: the basses were standing behind the altos. one could almost feel them sing...