College Life

Now that I am in college at the wonderful Anderson University, I feel it is time to post  about my new college life. Why? Well the reason why I feel I should right on such a dull subject is I would much rather write on this subject then study at the moment. 

I really enjoy college. At first, I was a bit overwhelmed with all the change that was occurring. For example, on the day I moved in, my loving and fantastic mother kept asking me question after question about how I did or did not want my room. With each question that came I found myself getting that much closer to "blowing my top." But instead of losing my cool, I asked her if it was ok to simply step out and get some fresh air. When I came back I was ready to go. 

After getting the basics of my room set up, my parents had a list of things they needed to go get me. So during this time I was able to go over to the bookstore and get my books. When I got there, there was absolutely no line (score!) so I was able to get my books with ease. 

A few days later after my parents had left and I was settled I started classes! my first class was Spanish and to say that I was nervous going into it would be a gigantic understatement. I'm pretty sure my knees were making a sound more obnoxious then the noise a old lemon makes. Lucky for me there was a seat open in the back so I quickly went to it and sat there waiting for the torture of fear to be over. I survived my class and the classes that followed grew easier and easier to bare. 

Something about college that I defiantly have a "love-hate relationship" with, is the food. On campus, we have three different places that we are able to eat; Food for Thought, The Cafeteria, and The Grill. I'm somewhat sick of all three of them. Going home this past weekend was fantastic because I was able to eat "regular" food.  

Well this is all I have to report currently I suppose. 

Until next time,

PWL

Growing up -_-

When we are young, all we want to do is grow up. Become teenagers. Be an adult. But for what? What is the appeal we feel when wanting to skip a lot of years in our life? Maybe it's wanting the freedom to do what we want, or maybe it's the responsibility. All I can say is this, growing up kinda sucks. 

Why? Because what I have found is this: growing up is much like having the skin on your body ripped off. 

Next fall, I will be moving to Anderson, South Carolina. I'm getting more nervous/excited as the time for me to leave creeps nearer. The change that is coming for me is quite large and no minor thing. How will I know that I will come out safe and untouched? Well I don't. I guess this is the part where I have to shut-up and watch God work. And I hate to admit it, but that scares the bahogees out of me. I know that the LORD has a plan for me, but having faith in his plan is a bit hard. If one has the faith of a mustard seed, they can move mountains. Well I can hardly move a stone or at least that's the way it seems. 


2 Corinthians 5:7 says, "We live by faith, not by sight." This is much easier said then done. 
In college, I really want to live by faith! I want to throw my hands up and let God take the wheel. I should be doing this everyday!