Graduation

It's official...I've been kicked out of Geneva College.

Well...actually I've graduated. WOO!

Supposedly I have a degree in Visual Communications.

Ha ha...what does THAT mean?

The air is heavy with moisture...Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros are play "Home" in the background...one friend is snapping pictures...one is playing Gameboy...one is alternating between frantically typing and snapping her fingers...and the other is reading some small, black book. Oh beautiful day.

This is my prescription for a good Sunday. Take a dose...I guarantee healing from whatever ails you.

Amy was just talking about the privilege of having and knowing her friends. I like this. It's more than just something happenstance that makes you have friends and love them. I'm over-flooded with good friends. Thanks friends.

Ryan Adams-Wonderwall...Cat Stevens-If You Want to Sing Out...Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros-Home...Johnny Cash-Hurt...Play list thus far for this Sunday.

The thrill, the adventure, the dust...ROGER'S FLEA MARKET!!!
Being that it is Friday, that I love avoiding school work, that is it (dare I say it?) sunny outside, and that Meg also wanted to go it was a perfect day for a a little mini road trip...

So I now present...

Observations From Roger's...Kettie's Official Field Notes

I love anything mini sized. I really, honestly do. Oddly enough mini stuff is always over priced.

You give me a good deal and I almost cannot turn it down. That is why I now own 12 metal mint green trays. $2.00!!!! Whoa! That is also the reason I know own my very own apple peeler/corer. $6.00!!! And some lady gave me a free book...a step-by-step sewing book. Woo! I do love a good deal...

Dust paths make for dusty toes.

There were two men in business suits there. It made me laugh. They didn't really look like the Roger's type.

There were a ton of people there. A ton...which made me wonder why they didn't have to work or something on a Friday.

...Now for a weekend of duty. Sigh.

"Screw this crying thing". So yes, those un-poetic words did come out of my mouth (and no I'm not proud of the crudeness of them) BUT that is sort of how I feel. It is kind of a sentimental time in my life. I'm saying goodbye to a place that has been a pretty good home for me for the past three years to swap it for a home I don't have yet. That, my friends, is kind of weird.

I like the idea of graduating. It's...I don't know...such a sort of accomplishment. And I get to wear one of those ultra stylish square-cardboard covered with cloth-black hats and a long flowing robe. I'm mean seriously, those robes are comfy! I also get to parade in front of a bunch of people's family and friends so that my family and friends can cheer for the 1.2 seconds while I grab my diploma. Woo. It's also nice to be (almost! ah) done with schoolwork (until I realize sometime down the road that you need a masters to do anything cool). But I'm going to freakin' miss my "family" here.

When you talk to anyone that attended Geneva they will tell you, "I loved the people." And it is SO TRUE! I do love these people...a lot, and that makes it hard for me to move on. And I'm super, super entrenched here...one guy put it so well when he was talking about leaving. He used the analogy of a button being sewed to a coat. While you were at Geneva and you only went to class, had a few friends and ate at the dining hall you wouldn't have a lot of strings to attaching you to the coat...thus is would be easier to snip those few ties and move on. BUT if you are involved here...such as being an RA...doing theater...having a ton of friends...working on campus...getting to know your proffs...etc...then there are a TON of strings to snip when you leave. Let me tell you...it's going to be hard. The cool thing is that I've got an entire world that I can go conquer...and believe me I want to. God has placed big dreams on my little heart and I'm going for 'em.

So this is just me musing and thinking out loud. If you are a Geneva person reading this...I love you and I will miss you.

Everyone else...if you want to give me a job...I'll be around. :)

Lonely Places

Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.

- John le Carre

Autumn is in its full fledged glory right now. I was walking down an alley way yesterday and kicking at the crunchy leaves when I got the full experience. I'm talking about when you smell Autumn in the air and it takes you back to a time when jumping in the leaves was your biggest responsibility. I wish I could find a pile of leaves that a)doesn't have concrete underneath and b)doesn't have an angry neighbor with a rake chasing me. :)

The leaves...the weather...a marvel

I now have my first and only subscribed follower: Barnabas Prontnicki...and thus he deserves to mentioned first in this post.

Actually that may be the only thing mentioned in this post. Wait...
I have more to say.

I marvel at the fact that I can talk to someone half way around the world (in this case Rome) using a 724 telephone number. This is spectacular! And it was wonderful to talk to my Sarah friend with a voice! Lots of things marvel me, but this tops the cake today.

Also the weather is perfect. Perfect for a bonfire. Perfect for leaf/crayon rubbings. Perfect for walking. And perfect for spinning in the street. Which is what I did last night causing some poor women to walk on her porch...take one look at me spinning...and lock her door. If you are out there random woman I apologize sincerely. You see it was just perfect weather for it...