Despite the fact that I am only one week away from finals, and a paper deadline, I have done very little homework all day. Instead, I have found better ways to spend my time, such as napping, socializing, letting my sister interview me for her Religious Studies class, sending my friends encouaging emails, wasting my life on facebook, and most importantly, decorating my dorm room for Christmas.
Our suite door now has a sweet Chrismas wreath(yes, pun intended) to accompany the acorns with our names on them, along with my latest addition to the dry erase board "ChestNUTTs roasting on an open fire." Again, a pun is very much intended. (I live in Nutt Hall.)
Our counter/mirror area is adorned with garland and some weird red streamer that I found in my sister's box of Christmas dorm decor. Our room not only has a small 60s-esque silver Christmas tree, but also a glass bowl of Christmas ornaments, as well as Christmas balls hanging from the windows. It is quite cozy and festive. Just call me Martha Stewart.
I have been thinking a lot about camp lately (lately as in today.) I don't know if it was the dream I had about Brookhill last night, or the conversations I've had with camp friends today, or random looking-over of old church and staff-meeting notes, or the facebook albums of Turkey Day, or the fact that I just listened to "Ready Now" by Desperation Band and am now listening to "In Your Presense" by Charity Von. Probably a combination of all of the above. It's not so much that I wonder if I'll be back or not this summer...I do, but it's not really a big issue with me right now. I guess I've just been reliving memories, which makes me both happy and sad. I miss my fellow counselors. I miss my campers. I miss the incredible teaching of the camp directors.
A facebook comment from one of my friends made me realize that although he became one of my favorite people this summer, I really hadn't really held a conversation with him since the day we all parted at Chili's after Camp 8. And then I started remembering that day, which was probably one of the saddest and hardest experiences of my life, knowing that we were all going to different cities and different states and different continents even...three of us knowing that it was very likely that we would never all be counselors together again, or even counselors at all. My love for these four major people makes me miss them all terribly. I know that God has put us all in different places for different reasons, and it makes me so happy to hear about their lives...yet still, I wish that Africa and Louisiana and Fayetville and Russellville could all clash together and from Afyetanaville or something.
On a note of less contemplation, tomorrow is the Wesley Banquet.
And my date and I are going to look hot.
3 comments:
I love your puns Georgia. haha
I was reading over this and I realized that if the worst thing we go through is leaving brookhill, We have amazingly blessed lives! haha but that doesn't make it any more fun that Afyetanaville doesn't exist.
oh...I should remember when I comment on blogs to tell you that this is Shaun
Oh, camp.
I understand what you mean. I guess I am in a better position since I am pretty sure I will be back next summer, but it's hard not knowing or, even worse, knowing that it's over. Because it is such an awesome thing. But Steven tells us multiple times that, when we look back on our life, camp shouldn't be the peak. At the time, it is, but you should go on to do even greater things and continue to serve God outside of Jessieville, Arkansas.
I love you!
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