Don’t blink. Blink and you’re dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back. Don’t look away. And don’t blink. Good luck.

I’m going to give all of the Doctor Who fans  second so they can catch their breath.

Okay. So, what could I possibly be talking about?

DEADLINES. Deadlines. Deadlines. We need to talk about these things for a moment. Here’s a little background.

The term came from a time a student forgot about the research paper he/she had, and immediately went into cardiac arrest, making the heart rate monitor go flat, as the student was insisting, “I am dead! SO, so DEAD!” Thus, the deadline was born. There’s your history lesson for today.

All joking aside, I want to remind you that this is NOT a time to relax. We have a little over a month and a half of school left. That. Is. It.

Again, I will give you all a moment to catch your breath. I especially apologize to the Doctor Who fans, who have really been put through the ringer in this post.

Personally, this means that in less than a month I have two research assignments due as well as several scholarship essays due within this time frame. I have to start thinking about packing up and where I would like to work when I move.

Now it’s my turn to take a minute to regulate my breathing…

Please don’t give up people. We are almost done with this semester. Good luck!

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Moooooooom… Daaaaaaad….

You know, college is your first opportunity to be truly independent. You become your own person. A lot of your finances are your own. You do your own laundry. You do your homework by yourself. Your schedule is truly yours… being independent is nice. But I’ve found that sometimes being independent isn’t all that fun and you just need to cry out to your momma like a kid.

When I was a kid, I loved riding bikes. I had a nice 6-speed bike and I thought I was hot stuff. I lived in a suburb with a bunch of other kids, and we all liked to ride our bikes. But all these other kids were girls… Surely as a muscular, handsome, athletic and amazing dude (Ha, yeah right) I should be able to beat these girls in a race, right?

Well, we all got together on a summer day and decided to race down our hill. We all line up, shiny spokes, spinning pedals. We were ready to go. I look over and it’s four other girls. They have their bikes all lined up and they’re giggling like girls do. As I look down the line, I see her. The girl of my dreams. My 3rd grade crush. “I have to win. I’ll impress her and win her over. I. Am. The. Man.” I am ready to go. But one of the girls decided not to race, so she goes to the bottom of the hill and gets ready to yell to us to start the race.

“Ready. Set. GO!” We take off and it starts off great. I’m in the lead. Wind in my hair. Wheels turning so fast! I leave everyone in the dust. They can’t keep up with my 6-speed bike. I’m a champion.

I get towards the bottom of the hill and I start to speed up. The hill flattens out so I wanted to be going super-fast at the end. I’m speeding up and just zipping past all the houses, when the girl at the bottom decides to start moving out in front of me. I start adjusting my path to avoid her but she seems to be following me. I start to panic. I’m going to die if she doesn’t stop being stupid. But of course… she continues on her course. I veer off the side… Just in time to catch a mailbox to my face.

I fall off and skid to a stop in gravel. My face hurts. My body hurts. I’m bleeding. I wanna cry. The girls finish the race and ride over to me. The expected chorus of “Oh Trevor! I’m sorry! Are you ok?” ensues… And as any man would do in front of his 3rd grade crush… I cried for my mom! MOMMM!!

I’m convinced moms can fix anything. They can make you feel better when you’re stressed. They can relax you when life makes you tense. As a college student, don’t ever be afraid to ask mom or dad for help. Sometimes you just have to revert back to being a kid and ask for love and support.

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Wonderful, Wonderful, Wonderful.

I spent my spring break in Alabama. Though it should have been an eleven hour drive, we spent about an hour and a half longer in the car than needed. The entire time the weather was so overcast that we dared not go to the beach, so we spent most of the time in the house. My bank account is hurting pretty bad, but you know what?

I wouldn’t trade that trip for the world.

It began with a spontaneous suggestion, and a surprising “yes.”  From that first moment of excitement and elation, all of those feelings kept growing as the days went by. I had my bag packed a week and a half early, and I had a checklist ready long before that. My loving boyfriend, though he only recently has been able to start driving, took charge of the wheel for most of our 676 mile trek.

He finally got to meet the cousins I love so much, and you know what? They all got along. Everyone enjoyed each other’s company. We spent a wonderful day sitting on a park bench feeding squirrels and exploring bookstores. We didn’t really do much else that week, because of the threat of rain, but we did spend a lot of time together. It was all just so beautiful. We spent a lot of time just laying down and talking. We found a few new shows on Netflix. We tore through a candy store and ate much more than we should have. My favorite part, however, was the laughter.

It’s wonderful to be able to be involved in my family’s life, especially since they are so far away. I relish each chance I get to see my grandmother’s sister, and I love to hear what’s going on in my aunt’s life.

So, my vacation may not have been what most would think of as “perfect,” but I spent my time surrounded by people that I love. I wouldn’t trade those memories for the world.

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A Whole New World

I apologize to those of you who, upon reading my title, thought I would be typing a journal entry over a popular Disney movie. There are no genies and magic flying carpets here. However, if I got a certain song stuck in your head, feel free to hum while you read.

The real topic at hand is much more exciting, at least, for me. I’m talking about adventure. I’m talking about foreign lands, and the romance of the strange and unusual. I’m talking about travel!

Now that I’ve been overly dramatic, let me expand on that.

The concept of travel has always appealed to me, as long as I can remember. I’m not exactly sure what makes it so captivating. It could be because I have never explored too far beyond my own front door. Just as easily, it could be the concept of a daring adventure, or meeting new people and experiencing diverse cultures. Perhaps it’s a combination of all of those things. Whatever the reason for its intrigue, travel is a beautiful experience that has evaded me for far too long.

Of course I have had my fair share of inner-state tourism; however, I’m not sure I can count that as an actual travel experience. I have yet to get completely consumed in a foreign land, and become educated in areas far surpassing that of the average tourist. In order to experience this, I know I must get out of this country and find my own adventure.

Recently, I have been exposed to so many opportunities for travel out of the country. Of course, it helps that I attend a university that is incredibly supportive of travel overseas. The opportunities for travel on this campus include China, Ireland, Costa Rica, India, and many other areas. The possibilities really are endless, and I am happy to be attending a university that is just as excited about travel as its students.

This coming May, I will be boarding my FIRST flight, and leaving the country for the FIRST time. While my excitement may or may not be evident thus far, let me just explain.


I will be taking a trip with the Honors program to Ireland. We will be traveling through southern Ireland, stopping in areas like Dublin, Killarney, and Cork. Just thinking about the adventures I will be having in a few short months has me wishing the semester would hurry along. Not only have I been daydreaming about this upcoming trip, but I have been pinning Ireland info like crazy on Pinterest. (I know I’m on Pinterest too much; I’m seeking help.)

I know this trip to Ireland will be only one of the many adventures I plan on taking in my lifetime. I am a firm believer that experiences are worth far more than material things ever could be. If you are like me, and you have always wanted to get out and see what the world has to offer, go do it. I’m serious. DO IT. Don’t let fear stop you. Don’t let what others may think stop you. Don’t let the price of a decent trip stop you. It is all well worth the sacrifices. If you spend all of your time waiting for the perfect moment to travel, you just might be waiting for the rest of your life.


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Snow Days

Snow days are the best! I mean, who doesn’t love a snow day? You can go out and do every day snow activities like sledding, snowball fights, etc. What if you don’t like the cold? Then stay inside and watch TV or Netflix all day. It’s kind of funny when you think about how you can watch TV all day and be a lazy bum on a snow day and it’s completely justified. Snow days are all around good. It’s a day off so you can relax or catch up on sleep. The biggest advantage in my opinion is the extra time you have to catch up on homework. I use snow days for homework, and after it’s done, I sleep the rest of the day. It may sound lame to do homework on a snow day, but it always pays off in the end.

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What to do on Snow Days….

Oh, oops. This isn’t a list of things to do on snow days. I don’t really know what to do on snow days. I mean, I can play video games, watch YouTube videos, or read a book, but I can do all of that any day.

I’m not really a fan of the cold, so snow days don’t usually end up being something special for me. When I lived out in the woods those days were a treat, because I would pull a chair up to the window and drink my tea as I watched the pristine white snow blanket my surroundings as little birds flew by.

Buuut now I live in a dorm, and if I open my window now, I see a brick wall and loud people staring back at me. So that isn’t something I’m really partial to.

Basically, what I’m saying is that I am very thankful that our college canceled school a couple weeks ago to make sure that we could all stay nice and warm in our homes. Buuuut Mother Nature, pretty please stop this mess because the roads get scary, I need to get food from Walmart, and I would like to attend the classes I am paying for. Ok, thanks, bye!

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Is It Spring Break Yet?

I don’t know if you guys noticed, but the weather a couple weekends ago was pretty lovely. I spent every possible moment outside, attempting to soak up some precious sun. I even went hiking at Elephant Rock, one of my very favorite natural parks! I really loved being able to be out and about, even though I got a few bumps and bruises. . . I’m not the most coordinated. Unfortunately, when I walked out my front door the next morning in a pair of capris—expecting more warm weather—I was met with an overcast sky and a brisk wind. Of course, I am grateful for the time I had, but I wish the warm front could have lingered a little longer. I guess what I’m saying is, I caught spring fever.

I am beyond ready for this cold weather to be gone. Especially now that I have had a taste of warmth, it’s almost painful to shrug into my coat again. I know we are a good part into the spring semester, and spring break will be right around the corner; however, I can’t help but to stare forlornly out classroom windows, willing the sun to beat down a little harder.

There is just something about the promise of warmer weather that makes me want to drop every responsibility and frolic through a field of flowers. While I know I can’t exactly neglect my schoolwork, it’s still hard not to procrastinate just a bit when spring fever hits.

It’s important to get outside and get some fresh air, but it’s also important to stay caught up on schoolwork. The closer spring break gets, the stronger the urge to procrastinate becomes. So don’t get behind! Stay on top of schoolwork, hey, take it outside if you have to! Stick with it, and before long, summer will be upon us.

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Real Actual Adult

My life is hectic, and I love it. Do I wish for more free time nearly every day? Yes. Do I lie in bed at night and list all of the things I should be doing or have to do tomorrow? Yes. Do I have nightmares about missing events I need to be at and being late to work? Yes. Did I have one last night? Yes. Would I have it any other way? No.

Wanna know why?

Of course you do.

I’m getting ready for……real life. Anti-climactic, I know.

But seriously. In a couple years when I’m out of school, I’ll have even more responsibilities, and I’ll be on the go all the time. I will have less free time than I do now and more things to do. Sure, I’ll just have work, but it’s not going to be a job like I have now. It’s going to (hopefully!) be my forever job. Right now, everything I’m doing is temporary. I won’t be in school forever. This job I have, being a Student Ambassador, the Resident Advisor position, it will all be gone in a year. In a semester actually. Oh my goodness, less than a semester. Three months. *sniff sniff*

If I can type through the tears, here is the moral of the story: All of these things I’m doing now culminate into what I will be doing in the future. Even though I absolutely HATE the mornings I have to wake up before 8AM, they are preparing me for the rest of my life. When I get thrust into real life with all of these things that I’m not used to yet, I’ll at least be used to the busy pace and the pure craziness of the actual adult world. Yes, I realize I’m an adult. Do I really think I am one? Ha. Not quite yet. I feel like I’m in a middle stage. Like, I look like an adult, and I have responsibilities like an adult, but I act like I’m five sometimes. And that right there throws me for a loop. I feel like real actual adults don’t go eat Taco Bell at midnight because they’ve had a ridiculous day and they just need something in their stomach. I just don’t think I’m ready to let my TBell addiction go if that’s what it takes to be a real actual adult.

I’m going to use the leaving the nest metaphor. Yes, I know, cliche. When I went to college, I left the nest. I left EVERYTHING that I knew. My home, family, friends, the areas, all of it. I settled into my West Plains life quite well if I do say so myself. I have great friends that are like family, wonderful staff and faculty here that I can always count on, and well, my boyfriend isn’t so bad either. :) Now, I’m about to leave my home of two years to find a new one, aka Springfield for college to continue my education. I’m flying, looking for somewhere to settle down (ish). I think that’s when I’ll actually be a full on adult. When I settle down for good. When I have the BIG responsibilities. The forever responsibilities like marriage and kids.

So, for now, I’ll enjoy my flight. I will enjoy my few lazy days and revel in the mornings I get to sleep later than 7:30. I will cherish my midnight food runs with no judgement. I will call my mom when I think I’m sick to make sure it is just a cold and not something much worse like I think it is. I will stay up until 3AM finishing a paper because I decided a House marathon was more important. I’m going to enjoy my fake adulthood-ness, and you should too.

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Astonishing Academic Plauge Affecting Students Everywhere…

January Twenty-First. One-eighteen PM.

Journal of the Infected

Day Forty-Three

It’s happening everywhere I look. People are falling into the clutches of this powerful epidemic. Nowhere is safe. I see it within the professional walls of the classrooms, in the somber solitude of the office spaces, invading the shared computer labs, and even within in the sanctity of where we live, whether it be a dorm room, apartment, or even a family home.

This aggressive creature never loosens its hold, and often attacks at any and all hours. I, myself, have heard the tell-tale sounds and seen the bright, ever-changing lights in the wee hours of the night before the sun even dares to rise above the earth.

I have succumbed to each and every symptom. I find it harder to focus on the home reading assigned by my professors, and I am too often scrambling to remember if there is any work due the next day in class.

All because I fell prey to… Netflix.

What did you think it was going to be? Ebola? Pshh.

Seriously though, Netflix is a problem. Not necessarily for the person who uses it to casually watch movies every now and then, but for the fanatic of any TV show the constant streaming access is troublesome.

Why you ask? Well. I will show you. Let’s just say that a certain college individual likes a TV show a great deal (not me). Maybe each episode would be around 45-50 minutes long (nooot me). There are about twenty-four episodes per season (remember this is a hypothetical situation here) and nine seasons total. How much time is this poor soul spending glued to the TV screen?

Too much you say? I say Criminal Minds is a fantastic show with great actors and amazing writing, and I don’t need your input.

So, for those individuals who are being held mentally shackled to the goings-on of all their favorite characters, I expect you will want to know if there is a cure.

Well, I have good and bad news.

The good news is, as long as you finish the series, you should be able to move on with your life (IE homework. We are still college students).

The bad news? Netflix is always trying to draw you back in. As soon as you finish something, the next screen to pop up says something like, “Oh, did you like this show? Judging by the amount of time you invested in it, I would definitely say you did, but it’s just more polite to feign ignorance and ask. These shows are very similar to this one… Can I interest you in watching them? Come on, just onnne little episode?”

And that’s how you get sucked in.

Stay strong my friends.

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College Life: Take Two


Setting my alarm for 7:30 a.m. was not easy. I had been avoiding the fact that I would be returning to class for the spring semester in a matter of hours. I was a little nervous about jumping back into college life, especially after such a long and lazy break. What if I completely forgot how to write an essay or take part in class discussions? What if my classes were extremely hard and my grades dropped drastically? I knew that most of my worries were ridiculous, but there is something about the first day that sets me on edge.

Upon my arrival to campus I immediately fell into my old ways. I saw many of the friends I missed over break, and it felt as if I had never left. Obviously, I had worried for nothing. It was hard for me to wrap my mind around returning to college, but I’m honestly excited. I had missed my friends, teachers, learning, and being challenged on a daily basis. Sitting around in my sweat pants, eating holiday leftovers, and watching Netflix was enjoyable; however, that gets old very quickly.

I know it can be hard jumping back into the fast lane. I will be the first to admit that my sleeping schedule was totally messed up—I had become borderline nocturnal—and the energy to get out of bed wasn’t exactly there. It takes a little time getting back into the swing of things, but it is definitely worth it. Now, I find myself looking forward to what this semester has to offer. I want to experience and learn; that’s why I am in college, after all.

I encourage everyone to break out of their comfort zones and really embrace the college experience. Try not to worry about the new semester so much and focus on the fact that you have made it this far. I hope you make this semester your best one yet. And remember, summer break is right around the corner. :)

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