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Name: Bethany
Birthday: 10/28/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Jesus. Reading. The Sims 2. Writing. Popcorn. Hyperactivity. Journaling. Piano. Partying. India. Friends. Romania. Daydreaming. Sleeping. Debating. Missions. Family. Newsies. Air Guitar. Church. Singin' In The Rain. Chapstick. Hanging Out. Internet. Hello Kitty. Music. Purple. Antiques. Business Cards. Mocking People. Being Right. Nicknames. Fanta. Photos. Vaseline. Hammocks. Concerts. The Library.
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AIM:  Cimorene88
Member Since:
3/20/2006
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| It's that time of year. My inbox is flooded with offers of waived application fees. I came home a few weekends ago to find a foot-high stack of brochures on my desk. If my phone wires weren't messed up, I'd probably be getting a bunch of calls, too.
It's that time of year. I have my official admissions student worker t-shirt. I'm writing thank-you notes for students who have visited. Tours are being given. High schoolers are staying over night.
I feel very conflicted.
This is one of those entries where the writer talks about how they're feeling, because I really have no idea what I'm supposed to do.
I want to transfer. If I'm going to transfer, I need to be applying places. If I apply places, the admissions office here is going to catch wind. If the admissions office finds out I'm applying other places, they aren't going to want me giving tours. If they don't want me giving tours, I don't have a job. If I don't have a job, I have to go home. And then I could find out that I was supposed to stay after all.
On the other hand, if I don't apply anywhere because I'm afraid of being fired, I could be stuck somewhere I'm not supposed to be.
You're always told that applying doesn't mean you've made your decision. You can still choose another school. You can do whatever your little heart wants to do. Well, I can't. If I apply, that's it. I'm done. Whether I go to another school or not, I'm not staying here.
What the snap? I hate this.
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| This has been a busy weekend. If you don't believe me, take note that I wrote that sentence on a Tuesday. I feel like I haven't really stopped since 80's Roller Skating on Friday night.
We didn't get dressed up this year. We just went I'm-to-cool-for-all-this style. There weren't a lot of people there this year. It was mostly freshmen. It ended up lasting an extra half-hour, though. We got back close to two in the morning.
At nine o'clock then next morning, we began the long process of moving out of our room. Let me explain: Amy has had allergies ever since we moved into Bethany Hall. We thought is was maybe the mattress, and Amanda (last year's roommate, this year's RA) was going to see if she could have one of the unused new mattresses from the freshmen dorm. Unfortunately, the new mattresses are too long for our Bethany beds...
There was one more option.
A vacant triple room with new furniture. If we wanted to take that, we could. So, we spent all day moving our stuff from the first floor to the basement. We organized as we went, so the new room definitely looks way better than the old one. Matching furniture helps, too.
The rest of the busyness is boring. We had a bunch of Biztek homework and a BibLit test. Aside from church, that's what I did the rest of the weekend. Oh the joy.
Anyway, here are pictures of our new room. It is, kind of, amazing.
Now our boards actually have writing on them. Yay!
This is the view from the door. The desk without a computer is just extra. The desk next to it is mine.
I was sitting on the extra bed while I took this picture. We're going to turn it into a couch-ish thing. The bottom bunk is mine.
Yes, I like it very much indeed.
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| After long weeks of waiting, I finally started my first day (or hour) of work today!
This year I'm working in the admissions office, which should be pretty fun. I get to be a backwards walking tour guide, and when I'm not doing that, I get to work the front desk. Amy and Rose tell me they're going to join one of my tours and ask a bunch of absurd questions to weird out the prospectives. I gave my full approval to the idea, which means it won't be nearly as fun and they probably won't end up doing it.
Anyway, today I got to meet everyone in the office, except for the people who were out (which was about half of them). Then I learned how to transfer calls, put people on hold, go to voicemail, and what slots to put everyone's stuff in. Sue said that I did pretty well, and I must say that I agree with her.
The real test will be tomorrow, because I'll be answering phone calls that aren't just Sue on another line. I'll also be learning about making copies and all that good stuff.
The downside of this job is that I'm only getting about half the hours I thought I would be getting. I was told I would get about six, and I'm really only getting three. Most every other week I switch off with Phil and get two more hours added to that, and I take any prospectives to lunch on Monday. I'll also get to keep some students over night. I don't know how well that will add up, though.
I'm thinking that I'll probably end up picking up at shift at the dining commons. Rose starts weeping and gnashing her teeth when I talk of such a move, but I think it's what must be done. And besides, about half the school has worked in the DC at some point or another, so I know I'm not going to get sympathy from anyone else.
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| My first school day started bright and early yesterday morning. The first cruel joke of the day was that every school schedule says that classes began at 8 o'clock... I was in class at 7:40. Someone should be shot for that.
The class was Business and Technical Writing, and it was with the new professor. Dr. Chip MacGregor, who I absolutely love... so far. We mostly just went over the syllabus and the uses of biztek writing, but I still think I got a pretty good picture of him:
His was entertaining, and all his stories were his own. He has credentials, but he doesn't list them to brag; he just wants us to know that he knows his stuff and he's qualified to teach it. He has a disdain for Fort Wayne's lack of coffee shops, and any disdain of Fort Wayne gets you points in my book. Also, he's not going to play favorites, I don't think. He's not going to let you off of an assignment just because you worked on your novel. Take that, you slackers!
After that, I had a break until 1, and then I had BibLit II and Spanish 201 back-to-back. I had been planning on keeping my Spanish fresh this summer, but when we found out I probably wasn't going, I figured there was no point. Yes, well, sometimes we do stupid things.
My Monday ends with a four hour evening class. Freelance Writing with Dr. Dennis E. Hensley. Oh boy. I actually wasn't dreading all that much. Unlike last semester's Basic Reporting, I know that this is the subject Dr. Hensley loves. This is what the whole program is based on. Yet, I was still shocked at our class session.
He taught us how to write.
He taught us about writing devotions, all the different forms and such. He talked about having a pure heart. He quoted scriptures, talked about leading people to Christ, and actually seemed sincere and human all the while.
After our break he told us about query letters. Yes, I do doubt that he was there when an editor read one of the unknown Dave Barry's letters for the first time. Still, he taught us some good stuff. Rose and I couldn't stop popping our eyes out at each other. It was pretty amazing.
Today I start Environment & Society, which I'm pretty sure will be the bane of my existence this semester. However, I think that this semester will be better than what I thought. That makes me happy.
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| Bethany's Irk of the Day (and Reason to Transfer #49):
Christians who don't like Christian music, Christians themselves, or the Bible.
These people talk about how much secular music ministers to them, how non-believers are more "real," and how normal books connect with them more.
This is crap.
I'm not saying that people have to love Christian music, I just think that's obnoxious.
However, we are called to have fellowship with other Christians. This shame of fellow believers in Christ really has to stop. We are called to not forsake the assembling of ourselves together as is the manner of some. People who are always "ministering" to the lost (by agreeing with all their ideas) but never meeting with those who know the truth, only end up becoming like the world and being no use at all.
As for the Bible, it's not some word of man. God wrote it! I don't care how much the secular books feed your soul, God said to read this book. It's all fine and dandy to see God in other ways, but we ought to first be looking in the places He already specifically told us we could find Him in.
I knew coming in this year that I was coming to one of the more liberal of Christian schools, but this year is going to be taxing.
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