The Countdown Begins

Well, after experiencing the delights of government officials when I am missing important immigration papers, I'm feeling a little stressed at being back on campus. So, to counter such emotions, a bunch of us are reclining in the library. The library, you say. Why so? I shall explain.
First of all, the people inside these newly renovated walls make up quite the array, and I'm one that enjoys people-watching. There is a man sitting around the corner from me with braided hair. That's right. Beautiful long tresses pulled back in the stylish coif called the French Braid. Sometimes, on your way to the bathroom or to get a drink of water, you may come across the PDA couples searching out new hide-aways. Or, you might run into a child, from one of the professors, who will immediately ask you if you want to buy candy in support of his efforts to buy the newest video game. Other than the people, there are the delights of the recent extension of the library. We seat ourselves in conference rooms with motion-detector lights and plush rolling chairs to give us the illusion that we are not in a college in the middle of nowhere. It's a sort of 'city' feel; an escape.
We head to New York City this Saturday, amidst paper deadlines and exams looming on a bleak horizon. I plan to ignore these difficulties and embrace the cafes of the Big Apple, as I watch others rush off to catch their own deadlines. More people-watching? I'm up for it.
Only three weeks and I'm home again.

For a little while...

1 suitcase
lots of socks
1 camera
lots of goodbyes
1 laptop
lots of music
1 weekend
lots of rain
2 plane rides
lots of transfers

I'm coming home.

(1 art gallery. lots of fun)

Maddison Olivia Hummelman. 6 pounds, 14 ounces. Born 8:34 am, Friday November 10, 2006.

Welcome to the world, little one. May God bless you and your parents, as you are nurtured in the love of Christ. May you feel secure and peaceful as you grow, and may we find the ways to show you just how much love we hold for you. You have been brought into a blessed home and I pray that God works through you, even at this tender age, to show his care and love for his children. You are a miracle. I love you, and I can't wait to hold you.

Let it snow?

It has been snowing.
Alot of things happen in concordence with this event. For example, guys will run out of dorms in nothing but boxers and the light of the moon, cars will get stuck on hills in the wee hours of the morning, and american Tim Hortons will be full of college kids trying to get warm. These are the joys of winter, and I'm still in the mindset that snow only lasts for a week. So, it feels like Christmas already and we haven't even hit Remembrance Day. To enjoy these happy moments when we still laugh and play in the snow, rather than cursing it for blocking the grass and sun, we take a break from growing into adults and act like the little kids this campus is missing.