well, um...

It's been a really long time. And I'm pretty sure the only person who is still reading this sadly neglected blog is my sister. So I guess it will serve the purpose as being an outlet for my feelings and a source of updates for her.

I just got back from a wonderful, fantastic, exhausting, exhilerating (however you spell that), phenomenal, dramatic, and awe-inspiring year at TAC. And while first semester was incredible, the second one was even better. There were incredible high points when everyone was happy, healthy, and pleasantly busy. Unfortunately, however, for every high point there seemed to be an equally low point. Our school lost its beloved president tragically in an automobile accident. The shock came after the dedication of our campus chapel - a work of art which was carefully supervised and promoted by our late president. Even through our grief, though, we were able to see God's hand at work. Incredible symbolism met us at every turn. One particularly striking instance of this was that, on the day of his death, the construction crew was installing the sanctuary gate which had not arrived in time for the dedication. One one gate was the Greek symbol for Alpha and on the other the symbol for Omega. It signified the end of the project, which many consider to be his greatest legacy. He was the chapel's beginning... and it his life did not end until its construction had.

This year was an incredible growing experience for me, as well. I walked onto campus last August thinking I knew who I was. I discovered very quickly that I did not. And while I have still not figured out exactly who God intends this bagel to be, I know many things He does not want her to be. I wore many hats this year, none of which fit me very well. But there are only so many hats in the store of life... I have to find the right one eventually.

This summer could not have come at a better time, though. People were beginning to get overtired. And when you know people as well as you do at a school with 350 people, when you get tired you get persnicketty with them very quickly. Emotions were running high, there were tears, tantrums, nervous breakdowns, anxiety attacks, talks til 4 am... all things that would not have happened in January or February. Hopefully they won't happen in August of September either. As they say, "absence makes the heart grow fonder." And I'm sure it will. But we now all have three months to breathe and reacquire charity :D