Spontaneous Get-togethers

Girls date! College stole her, and has returned her for a short time, so we seized the moment. Neither had much of an agenda, accept Christmas is creeping upon us, and it was time to fully catch up.  Conversations blossomed as we aimlessly wandered from store to store. Occasionally, we realized that we were in stores, and two birds potentially could be hit with one stone. So, we would focus for a few minutes at a time, while dancing around with other distractions the rest of the time. Within several hours, we had caught up quite a bit, and had finished the all of the Christmas shopping that we could accomplish for the day. Last week, we were six and playing on the swing set. Today, we are deciding lifetime careers, our priorities, keeping friendships up, and bustling through life at quite a charge.  How times have changed, yet have stayed the same in some areas. Spontaneous get-togethers contain no specific location. They contain specific people.  I have come to the conclusion that spontaneous get-togethers are some of my favorites. Just so you know, you made my day. =)

Biggest Insecurity

I was at the peak. The story was exciting. I hadn't seen my friend for several months. We were catching up. Why was it important to point out my volume to everyone, no one seemed to notice but you. Am I really that loud? Are you really trying to help me, or was I the annoyance of the moment to you? You developed awareness. I carry your comments into life. Now I think about your comments often when I talk to friends. Am I really that loud, no one has ever told me that I overpower everyone… Accept you. Are people just being nice to me about how loud I am? Do I speak clear enough? According to you, I don’t… But you are the only person who seems to notice. How seriously do I take you?

Filled With Joy

Sunday school nonchalantly arrived, and I sauntered toward my first class in the music building. Upon arriving, I read a note that stated that the morning classes were canceled. Surprised, I glanced down at my watch, and decided that the dean’s office would by my destination. Slumping comfortably into the cozy couch, the dean and I chatted. Girls entered in tears, laughing, worried, stressed, and casual as we carried on conversations.  Discussions moseyed from past memories, to random topics, to girls in the dorm and on my hall. We discussed a few issues that needed to be addressed, then we talked about how incredible my girls are. Uplifting comments fill my hall as girls socialize with each other. Rarely are negative comments tossed my direction. Respect centers the actions of girls as they interact with each other and me. Each and every one of them contain individual personalities that fill our hall with joy.  I powerfully hold the opinion that my hall is the best hall in the dorm. Thank you God and Senior Hall!

Well Arranged or Foolishly Planned

Girls rushed to and fro from room to room. Hollers vibrated through walls as girls searched for hair supplies to prep themselves for the night to come. Too soon 3:00 arrived and ladies elegantly strode out to the lobby by name to their beckoning date. Beauty flooded the buses, and anticipation tapped the heart of individuals as they enjoyed conversation. For me, 3:21 slowly arrived as I lingered in the hallway waiting for him to summon me.  I understood little of the intricate planning on his side.  Shortly after 3:21, I was warmly greeted and we were on our way.  Minutes casually spilled by as we waited to enter the bus. Soon we arrived at our first destination, little known to me what was ahead. One bet made, a delicious dinner eaten, pictures captured, laughs exchanged, and conversations were materialized. Suspicion arose as he randomly communicated with staff members and other male friends in low voices. I overheard he carried something special up his sleeve for me, and decided not to make a big deal about it. We continued to socialize when my date called me to follow his path. We strolled to the front doors where a quick, secret conversation was held, and we had special permission to leave. Outside waiting for a handful of honored girls was a Hummer limo. My date’s face glowed as he searched for my reaction to the surprise. Appreciation overwhelmed me as he sprinted miles beyond my expectations. Comments rolled my direction reminding me how blessed I am. Plans had changed, the bet disappeared, and the bunch of us gathered in the limo and headed downtown. The icy air pounced on us as we exited the limo to stroll down the street to the mall. Laughs continued to be exchanged, conversations held, pictures taken, and memories were captured as we loaded the escalator to the third floor. Gentlemen approached the counter, and paid for their dates to enjoy moments of delicious ice cream of their choice.  Casual socialization continued as we returned down the escalator and back to our beginning destination. The gentlemen worked to perfection to create the most memorable banquet of our history. And what did we do? We sat back and thoroughly enjoyed our time. Concern momentarily flashed through some gentleman’s mind on whether the banquet was well arranged or foolishly planned. My answer to that… Props, don’t worry about it. It was well arranged.