Yeah, my sister, my friend, and I were pretty worn after all the moving was finished. I moved the Wednesday before Welcome Weekend, and my room is just now starting to take shape. When I moved up here from my great hometown, Fredericktown, I had no furniture except a lamp and a bed, which currently has mix-matched bedding because I'm waiting for my bedding to be shipped to JCPenney. I bought a folding table Tuesday (08/22) from Target with one of my gift cards from graduation. I am using it as a desk/nightstand. Most of my things are on my floor.
I'm one of those people who imagines some item in my mind, then goes out to try to find it. I have a theme for my room and a visual picture of how it ought to look. After spending excessive time and energy looking for my "dream" bedding, I finally settled for the first comforter I liked at JCPenney, and I'm sure I about drove my family up the wall. I approached my search for a bookshelf a little differently. I actually looked online with no preceding ideas of what it should look like or be made of and found something rather quickly. Hmm...
Moving was more than I had bargained for. EVERYTHING, absolutely EVERYTHING had to be moved. Just think about all the little things you have in your room--all the things you have stashed away behind bookcases and desks and underneath your bed and in your closet. Oh, it can be stressful! My advice is that should you need to move all your things to a new location, you begin with A PLAN. Planning is so important in moving because it can save you lots of energy, time, and sometimes money.
My friend's mom hired a moving truck to move our large furniture, which helped tremendously. We used the family truck for most of the other items.
Once everything is moved in, you're not done. You have to unpack EVERYTHING! Have fun. That's one thing I didn't have to do since I didn't have hardly anything to move. My roommates had to do it though, and they didn't seem overly excited about it. I guess it's what you make it.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Welcome Weekend '06
I have a feeling that WW '06 was not MBU's usual Welcome Weekend. I knew coming into this event that its format was reformed, but I didn't expect the random quirks that emerged along the way. I don't think anyone else did either.
Allow me to give some examples...
Friday, August 18, Chapel auditorium--Everyone was enjoying the live band karaoke contest--full of loud music, lights, and crazy jumping freshmen--when suddenly the overhead lights came on, the music stopped, and we were informed that the contest was going to have to be cut short due to severe storms in the area. I heard a tornado warning had been issued, and Carrie Chapman (assistant director of Admissions and one of the karaoke judges) sat in front of me and reported that ninety-mile-per-hour winds were threatening the area. While resident students were instructed to return to the dorms, commuters were taken to the Chapel's basement. After fifty-four of us were counted, one of the leaders announced that the conditions were not as ominous as everyone had thought, and we were free to go. Who does that?
Saturday, August 19, service project--My group and I were going to All God's Children in High Ridge to help prepare the property for use. All of us big people in a yellow school bus stirred up some good jokes along the way. The best joke came when some of my fellow peers realized the heater was on. It was probably ninety degrees outside, and some extra heat was certainly unnecessary. However, to our amused senses of humor, we enjoyed it.
Another quirk--as I have dubbed it--also occurred during the service project. My group leader was taking roll to ensure everyone was present on the bus before we departed for MBU. Sure enough, a boy was missing. (For his protection, I won't mention his name.) "Oh, shoot!" my leader said. "He's still out there pulling weeds!" Again, our senses of humor were amused.
So you see, these examples show just a trace of the sort of things that can happen during WW. I enjoyed all of it, not to mention the time of praise during orientation, the fantastic guest speaker, and the AWESOME dinners. Food for me not only affects my palette, but it also affects my mood.
I think the only low points for me regarding WW '06 were the excessive down time among events and the saga of my jammed toe, in which I stumped it at least five times over the course of three days. It is still recovering, and I am wearing closed-toe shoes as I write. Oh, I was also exhausted toward the end of my experience at WW because I had just moved into a three-bedroom apartment the Wednesday before (another adjustment I am still dealing with).
Allow me to give some examples...
Friday, August 18, Chapel auditorium--Everyone was enjoying the live band karaoke contest--full of loud music, lights, and crazy jumping freshmen--when suddenly the overhead lights came on, the music stopped, and we were informed that the contest was going to have to be cut short due to severe storms in the area. I heard a tornado warning had been issued, and Carrie Chapman (assistant director of Admissions and one of the karaoke judges) sat in front of me and reported that ninety-mile-per-hour winds were threatening the area. While resident students were instructed to return to the dorms, commuters were taken to the Chapel's basement. After fifty-four of us were counted, one of the leaders announced that the conditions were not as ominous as everyone had thought, and we were free to go. Who does that?
Saturday, August 19, service project--My group and I were going to All God's Children in High Ridge to help prepare the property for use. All of us big people in a yellow school bus stirred up some good jokes along the way. The best joke came when some of my fellow peers realized the heater was on. It was probably ninety degrees outside, and some extra heat was certainly unnecessary. However, to our amused senses of humor, we enjoyed it.
Another quirk--as I have dubbed it--also occurred during the service project. My group leader was taking roll to ensure everyone was present on the bus before we departed for MBU. Sure enough, a boy was missing. (For his protection, I won't mention his name.) "Oh, shoot!" my leader said. "He's still out there pulling weeds!" Again, our senses of humor were amused.
So you see, these examples show just a trace of the sort of things that can happen during WW. I enjoyed all of it, not to mention the time of praise during orientation, the fantastic guest speaker, and the AWESOME dinners. Food for me not only affects my palette, but it also affects my mood.
I think the only low points for me regarding WW '06 were the excessive down time among events and the saga of my jammed toe, in which I stumped it at least five times over the course of three days. It is still recovering, and I am wearing closed-toe shoes as I write. Oh, I was also exhausted toward the end of my experience at WW because I had just moved into a three-bedroom apartment the Wednesday before (another adjustment I am still dealing with).
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