I started out the year with my best friends.
January included deciding to go to the Czech Republic, attending a talk by Don Miller, and starting a new discipleship group.
February, according to my blog archive, was uneventful. I wrote about Valentine's Day. Twice. And I learned that I don't express emotions well. Cool.
I had the flu over Spring Break in March, I started counting down to the CZ trip, and I realized that I was about to turn 21. (I'm using my blog as reference. I really don't remember much of last spring.)
Then I turned 21. On Good Friday. And didn't get drunk. Hooray. April also included finding housing for the summer and applying for graduation. Melisa came back from England and Rachelle and Nelya came back from PacRim.
May. Oh, May. I took Human Biology and got an A. I baked cupcakes. We had people over for dinner. I enjoyed having hundreds of channels. I got a car. It was sunny. I loved May.
I got paid to make cupcakes in June. Twice. And they were delicious and people loved them. I traveled to Wisconsin and met some wonderful people and saw two dear friends get married to each other. And a few weeks later I saw those two people at the wedding of two other awesome people. June.
July was a whirlwind of a month. I packed up my stuff and moved out of the apartment. Stephanie and I decided to live in Shupe. I went to the Czech Republic. Read my posts from that month. I just re-read one of them and it reminded me of how badly I want to go back. Not as an intern. Just as a traveler. Or as a resident.
August started in a jetlagged blur. My parents and I had a mini-vacation to Cleveland for a wedding. And then I started to get ready to come back to school.
The rest of the year included class, music, events, meetings, tears, laughter, vlogs, grace, exhaustion, frustration, and finishing as well as I could.
The very last day of 2012 was the day I got all four wisdom teeth removed. It was the only time in my life that I have ever wished I had something in my stomach to throw up. It was the most helpless I have ever felt. My mom, who hasn't had to do much hands-on work in the way of taking care of me really earned her stripes in those first few hours. Daddy brought me flowers. I slept as much as I could. I woke up in the late afternoon and stayed up until just after midnight.
2012 was a far less emotional year than 2011. Our nation mourned the victims of several shootings. We re-elected a president. We killed and were killed, we spent money. There were victories and losses. Sometimes those were the same things.
The world didn't end.
Here's to another year. It's going to be a good one, I think.
January included deciding to go to the Czech Republic, attending a talk by Don Miller, and starting a new discipleship group.
February, according to my blog archive, was uneventful. I wrote about Valentine's Day. Twice. And I learned that I don't express emotions well. Cool.
I had the flu over Spring Break in March, I started counting down to the CZ trip, and I realized that I was about to turn 21. (I'm using my blog as reference. I really don't remember much of last spring.)
Then I turned 21. On Good Friday. And didn't get drunk. Hooray. April also included finding housing for the summer and applying for graduation. Melisa came back from England and Rachelle and Nelya came back from PacRim.
May. Oh, May. I took Human Biology and got an A. I baked cupcakes. We had people over for dinner. I enjoyed having hundreds of channels. I got a car. It was sunny. I loved May.
I got paid to make cupcakes in June. Twice. And they were delicious and people loved them. I traveled to Wisconsin and met some wonderful people and saw two dear friends get married to each other. And a few weeks later I saw those two people at the wedding of two other awesome people. June.
July was a whirlwind of a month. I packed up my stuff and moved out of the apartment. Stephanie and I decided to live in Shupe. I went to the Czech Republic. Read my posts from that month. I just re-read one of them and it reminded me of how badly I want to go back. Not as an intern. Just as a traveler. Or as a resident.
August started in a jetlagged blur. My parents and I had a mini-vacation to Cleveland for a wedding. And then I started to get ready to come back to school.
The rest of the year included class, music, events, meetings, tears, laughter, vlogs, grace, exhaustion, frustration, and finishing as well as I could.
The very last day of 2012 was the day I got all four wisdom teeth removed. It was the only time in my life that I have ever wished I had something in my stomach to throw up. It was the most helpless I have ever felt. My mom, who hasn't had to do much hands-on work in the way of taking care of me really earned her stripes in those first few hours. Daddy brought me flowers. I slept as much as I could. I woke up in the late afternoon and stayed up until just after midnight.
2012 was a far less emotional year than 2011. Our nation mourned the victims of several shootings. We re-elected a president. We killed and were killed, we spent money. There were victories and losses. Sometimes those were the same things.
The world didn't end.
Here's to another year. It's going to be a good one, I think.
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