For those of you who don’t know, I’ve worked at Streamline Swimming for the past two summers. Streamline is (slightly obviously) a swim shop—the only swim shop in Albuquerque, and possibly in all of New Mexico. For clarification: a swim shop is not to be confused with a pool store, of which there are plenty in NM. We sell competitive swimming apparel and gear, not backyard pools or chemicals. And no, we do not have a pool somewhere “in the back”.
While not all of my hours spent behind the counter were enjoyable (actually, some of them were downright awful), I definitely learned a thing or two during my tenure as a saleswoman. For example, I learned that Speedo can be incredibly unreliable and that backorders suck for everyone. I learned that a C.O.D is sometimes something other than a very salty fish. I learned how to squirm my way out of awkward fitting room confrontations, such as “Augh, will you look at these thunder thighs!” or “I’m pretty large in this general area, got anything that will work?” and “No, the 34 doesn’t fit…or the 36…or the 38…do you have a 40?” I’ve learned to smile and let it go when being yelled at for something that couldn’t (in a hundred million years) be my fault. I’ve learned to be outgoing—to make fun of myself—to be honest and open all in an attempt to win the customer’s confidence. I’ve learned about the different suit fabrics and which last the longest; I’ve studied the different levels of racing suits and sold a few LZR Racers (the gods of the swimsuit world); I know which type of fin the customer needs; and how to fit the customer with their perfect goggle fit—I bet you had no idea that there was a science to a lot of this stuff…
I now know all of the Club, High school, Metro, and Sundance teams in the area; I know which team suit goes on which wriggling kid; I know how to deal with our primitive register; I know when to decide for the customer and when to be quiet and let them decide for themselves.
I am Saleswoman.
I came. I saw. I conquered (or at least wasn’t completely defeated).
However, this is the end of the line for my stint in retail. It’s over, folks. The summer has ended and with it, my career at Streamline. As of last Thursday, August 12, 2010, I, Hayley Huber, will never again work in retail! Maybe next I’ll give restaurant work a try—or something to do with children (maybe I’ll try swim coaching again)—or cabinet making… but retail? No, sorry. It’s time to move on. Time to test new waters.
I am very thankful for the job, really I am. But I’m not going to pretend that I didn’t skip to my car after I locked the door behind me for the last time.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Llamas and Princes and Eskimos--Oh My!
Okay, so this past weekend I got to go on a road trip with five of my closest girlfriends—Emily, Tiana, Hannah, Faith, and Kirsten—and Tiana’s mom, Mrs. Turner (who didn’t get to go to Ireland because she broke her ankle). We left early (truly early, not teenager early) on Friday morning for Colorado Springs where we got to experience the majesty of the Garden of the Gods. I know I’ve been there before (I spend more vacation time in CO Springs than anywhere else), but honestly, I couldn’t remember it—you’d think I’d remember something with a name like “Garden of the Gods”. There, Emily disregarded the rules and climbed beyond the “Do Not Climb Farther Than This Sign” sign. (We were determined to get in trouble somehow—we’ve never gotten into trouble before and this trip seemed like the perfect chance to do so. Sadly, we never did end up getting arrested or even getting cited for anything. Darn.) Then this huge storm broke out—it was like the gods were angry with us for trying to echo certain words off the rocks and around the park (‘certain words’ is not as bad as it sounds. Remember, the six of us can’t get into trouble even when we try).
Then we drove to Castle Rock where Tiana’s grandparents have a thirty-five acre ranch. Cool? Most definitely. There we did things like drive on the wrong side of the road (unintentionally), bake a gluten free cake that Emily didn’t even eat (I’m not bitter, Emily, just cynical), sleep deeply, succumb to the plague distributed by Emily, leave the keys in the engine and the engine running (unintentionally), and attend a Renaissance fair.
Apparently I have been to this Renaissance fair before, but I don’t remember it (I seem to do this a lot). It’s kind of incredible that I don’t remember it because it was…interesting. Very interesting.
Tiana made us wear these fairy wings that we had painted ourselves, and when we first pulled into the parking lot I think Faith and I wanted to kill Tiana because we didn’t see anyone else who was dressed as ridiculously as we were. Then we got out of the car. Yeah—us, weird? No, not even slightly. There were Zelda women in leather bikinis with leather pleated skirts and leather boots; there were Amazon-looking characters (fur, dreadlocks, etc.); there were black cloaked figures; there were people of unknown-sex with horned animal costumes; and there were “regular” people dressed as lords and ladies. Our brightly colored, sparking wings were subtle.
The fair was very exciting—new sounds, new smells, lots of flirting vendors...an intense black knight (why do I always go for the bad ones?), Charming and Dashing, corn on the cob, and a frozen chocolate-covered banana (oh, childhood on a stick!), being followed by a troop of college-aged Links (who made their costumes themselves. They were clearly our soul mates.) I enjoyed myself thoroughly.
Later we celebrated Tiana’s 20th birthday and I discovered a new heartthrob: Rock Hudson. Why are all of my on-screen heartthrobs a good four decades before my time? (For example: Paul Newman, Jimmy Stewart, Hawkeye Pierce…)
(That's Tiana and I at the top there--staring death in the face.)
Then we drove to Castle Rock where Tiana’s grandparents have a thirty-five acre ranch. Cool? Most definitely. There we did things like drive on the wrong side of the road (unintentionally), bake a gluten free cake that Emily didn’t even eat (I’m not bitter, Emily, just cynical), sleep deeply, succumb to the plague distributed by Emily, leave the keys in the engine and the engine running (unintentionally), and attend a Renaissance fair.
Apparently I have been to this Renaissance fair before, but I don’t remember it (I seem to do this a lot). It’s kind of incredible that I don’t remember it because it was…interesting. Very interesting.
Tiana made us wear these fairy wings that we had painted ourselves, and when we first pulled into the parking lot I think Faith and I wanted to kill Tiana because we didn’t see anyone else who was dressed as ridiculously as we were. Then we got out of the car. Yeah—us, weird? No, not even slightly. There were Zelda women in leather bikinis with leather pleated skirts and leather boots; there were Amazon-looking characters (fur, dreadlocks, etc.); there were black cloaked figures; there were people of unknown-sex with horned animal costumes; and there were “regular” people dressed as lords and ladies. Our brightly colored, sparking wings were subtle.
The fair was very exciting—new sounds, new smells, lots of flirting vendors...an intense black knight (why do I always go for the bad ones?), Charming and Dashing, corn on the cob, and a frozen chocolate-covered banana (oh, childhood on a stick!), being followed by a troop of college-aged Links (who made their costumes themselves. They were clearly our soul mates.) I enjoyed myself thoroughly.
Later we celebrated Tiana’s 20th birthday and I discovered a new heartthrob: Rock Hudson. Why are all of my on-screen heartthrobs a good four decades before my time? (For example: Paul Newman, Jimmy Stewart, Hawkeye Pierce…)
On the way home we made a detour so that we could stop at Bishop Castle—a real live castle built of rocks and ironwork, constructed by a certifiably crazy man. There I climbed higher than I’ve ever climbed with so little to prevent me from falling to my certain death. (It’s privately owned, and the owner scoffs at safety). My knees, they shook. My breath came in gasps—just like it does in the books! Still, it was awesome.
(That's Tiana and I at the top there--staring death in the face.)The whole trip was awesome (it had its iffy moments--many of them brought about by me being an emotional, hormonal, teenager--but what trip doesn’t?). Thank You, Father for my wonderful friends and for this opportunity to spend quality time with them before we’re once again spread out all over the country.
I love you guys!
A Blog of Thankfulness
Hi.
Wow, it’s been forever.
I haven’t written anything (journaling excluded) in a million years.
I’ve been having the best of times; I’ve been having the worst of times. Much has been going on; absolutely nothing has been going on. My thoughts are in a tangle; my thoughts run as straight as—never mind—my thoughts are most definitely in a tangle.
In an effort to detangle them slightly, I want to focus on what I know to be true and what I know to be good. So, this blog is going to be a blog of thankfulness.
I’m going to use bullets (I love bullets! Thank You, God, for bullets!) because I can.
· I am thankful that I get to blog at work (do you know anyone else who gets to blog at work?—hold on, have to answer the phone…)
· I am thankful that I gave the lady calling from ABQ magazine a chance to laugh—I don’t mind if you laugh at me…I can laugh at me (I’m thankful that I can laugh at me! )
· I’m thankful for my parents, both of whom have been working tirelessly to make me feel better not just this week, but every week of my life. I’m thankful for their encouragement, for their wider perspective of the world and it’s problems, and for their love—a love that’s been tested (tested frequently I'm sorry to say) and proven true.
· I am thankful for my new miniature cupcake tin and the tiny cupcakes to which it gives life! Aughhhh—they’re so incredibly adorable (yes, adorable) I can’t even take it. I cooed over them. Really, I did.
· I’m thankful for the Eskimos and the joy (and tears—what’s a friendship without tears?) that they bring to my life. I’m so thankful for our absolutely AMAZING trip to Colorado!
· I am thankful for my sister. My ready-made best friend forever attached to me by the biological bonds of kindred- spirit- hood. (You understand me, right Hannah?)
· I am thankful that I get to go to a good school in beautiful Pennsylvania where I will learn to be the kind of teacher that the world needs. It’s a lofty goal, but you bet I’ll aspire to it.
· I am thankful for the clouds and for the fact that it looks like it might rain in Albuquerque even if it never actually does…
· I’m thankful that I get to see both Tiana and Lorin tonight and that I get to bring them my beautiful tiny cupcakes!
· I’m thankful that the FedEx truck just pulled up and that it looks like I’ll now have something to do for a while—maybe. (Crossing my fingers. Are the boxes for me? FedEx lady, come back! Aw man. She left. Not even a tiny box for me.) Now I’m thankful that I can keep blogging.
· I’m thankful that I don’t look like a fat boy with long hair in my new passport picture!
· I am thankful that I didn’t get eaten by the huge dogs yesterday or die of a heart attack.
· I’m thankful that we get to go to Creede soon where there’ll be TERRIFIC hikes and G.O.R.P. (good old raisins and peanuts) and family!
I am thankful that God is here with me and that He's never, not even once, left me for a minute. Thank You, Jesus.
Wow, it’s been forever.
I haven’t written anything (journaling excluded) in a million years.
I’ve been having the best of times; I’ve been having the worst of times. Much has been going on; absolutely nothing has been going on. My thoughts are in a tangle; my thoughts run as straight as—never mind—my thoughts are most definitely in a tangle.
In an effort to detangle them slightly, I want to focus on what I know to be true and what I know to be good. So, this blog is going to be a blog of thankfulness.
I’m going to use bullets (I love bullets! Thank You, God, for bullets!) because I can.
· I am thankful that I get to blog at work (do you know anyone else who gets to blog at work?—hold on, have to answer the phone…)
· I am thankful that I gave the lady calling from ABQ magazine a chance to laugh—I don’t mind if you laugh at me…I can laugh at me (I’m thankful that I can laugh at me! )
· I’m thankful for my parents, both of whom have been working tirelessly to make me feel better not just this week, but every week of my life. I’m thankful for their encouragement, for their wider perspective of the world and it’s problems, and for their love—a love that’s been tested (tested frequently I'm sorry to say) and proven true.
· I am thankful for my new miniature cupcake tin and the tiny cupcakes to which it gives life! Aughhhh—they’re so incredibly adorable (yes, adorable) I can’t even take it. I cooed over them. Really, I did.
· I’m thankful for the Eskimos and the joy (and tears—what’s a friendship without tears?) that they bring to my life. I’m so thankful for our absolutely AMAZING trip to Colorado!
· I am thankful for my sister. My ready-made best friend forever attached to me by the biological bonds of kindred- spirit- hood. (You understand me, right Hannah?)
· I am thankful that I get to go to a good school in beautiful Pennsylvania where I will learn to be the kind of teacher that the world needs. It’s a lofty goal, but you bet I’ll aspire to it.
· I am thankful for the clouds and for the fact that it looks like it might rain in Albuquerque even if it never actually does…
· I’m thankful that I get to see both Tiana and Lorin tonight and that I get to bring them my beautiful tiny cupcakes!
· I’m thankful that the FedEx truck just pulled up and that it looks like I’ll now have something to do for a while—maybe. (Crossing my fingers. Are the boxes for me? FedEx lady, come back! Aw man. She left. Not even a tiny box for me.) Now I’m thankful that I can keep blogging.
· I’m thankful that I don’t look like a fat boy with long hair in my new passport picture!
· I am thankful that I didn’t get eaten by the huge dogs yesterday or die of a heart attack.
· I’m thankful that we get to go to Creede soon where there’ll be TERRIFIC hikes and G.O.R.P. (good old raisins and peanuts) and family!
I am thankful that God is here with me and that He's never, not even once, left me for a minute. Thank You, Jesus.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Home
Wow—it’s been a while.
Well, I’ve been finished with my freshman year of college for three weeks now. The weirdness of being home has passed (weird good and weird bad…) and now I’m just dealing with other weirdness. Like my childhood friend getting married. Weird. She’s younger than me. Weirder. Augh—when did I get so stinkin old?
It’s strange (sadly strange) not to have a roommate anymore. What’s stranger is that my room actually stays clean after I clean it…(haha, I LOVE you Amanda).
It’s odd to have a shower that’s bigger than a breadbox and not covered in mold. It’s weird not to have girls screaming down the hall at all hours of the night. It’s strange that everyone goes to bed before eleven.
It’s crazy how everything is all brown—I’d forgotten how sparse greenery is in New Mexico. Clothing and hairstyles are different here. People talk differently.
Anyways—I’m home, and it feels good. I’m refocusing on all that is important: God, family, friends… Hopefully I’ll be in the mood to blog over the next three months.
Well, I’ve been finished with my freshman year of college for three weeks now. The weirdness of being home has passed (weird good and weird bad…) and now I’m just dealing with other weirdness. Like my childhood friend getting married. Weird. She’s younger than me. Weirder. Augh—when did I get so stinkin old?
It’s strange (sadly strange) not to have a roommate anymore. What’s stranger is that my room actually stays clean after I clean it…(haha, I LOVE you Amanda).
It’s odd to have a shower that’s bigger than a breadbox and not covered in mold. It’s weird not to have girls screaming down the hall at all hours of the night. It’s strange that everyone goes to bed before eleven.
It’s crazy how everything is all brown—I’d forgotten how sparse greenery is in New Mexico. Clothing and hairstyles are different here. People talk differently.
Anyways—I’m home, and it feels good. I’m refocusing on all that is important: God, family, friends… Hopefully I’ll be in the mood to blog over the next three months.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Love; This is It
Love.
This is it. The only thing that matters.
God so LOVED us. LOVE the Lord your God. LOVE your neighbor as you LOVE yourself.
Serving God isn’t an act of sacrifice. Serving God is an act of love. It isn’t about what we give up, it isn’t about how hard we try, it’s about letting Christ in. “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and him with Me” (Rev. 3:20).
I want to serve God whole-heartedly. But my guilt, my fear of punishment, and my trepidation of missing out on a reward, though they may convict me powerfully, produce only a flimsy and temporary conviction because the focus of this guilt and fear is me.
In contrast, the Focus of love is God. The Source of love is God. The Giver of love is God.
Love is more powerful than men, than minds, than emotion, than evil.
We cannot live for God unless we love God.
We need to want to love God. And when we do not feel the desire to love Him, we must pray for the longing to long to love Him. We must draw near to Him, and when we do, He has promised to draw near to us (James 4:8).
God, help us to love You. How we are not already infatuated with You, we don’t understand. Why You desire our love, we cannot quite grasp. Why You love us, is hundreds of millions of miles beyond our power of comprehension. Change us this year. Please fill us with love. Fill us with huge and unquenchable love for You. Let us look forward to heaven—to the light of Your presence, the glory of Your being, and let us be filled with deep and fervent love for You.
This is it. The only thing that matters.
God so LOVED us. LOVE the Lord your God. LOVE your neighbor as you LOVE yourself.
Serving God isn’t an act of sacrifice. Serving God is an act of love. It isn’t about what we give up, it isn’t about how hard we try, it’s about letting Christ in. “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and him with Me” (Rev. 3:20).
I want to serve God whole-heartedly. But my guilt, my fear of punishment, and my trepidation of missing out on a reward, though they may convict me powerfully, produce only a flimsy and temporary conviction because the focus of this guilt and fear is me.
In contrast, the Focus of love is God. The Source of love is God. The Giver of love is God.
Love is more powerful than men, than minds, than emotion, than evil.
We cannot live for God unless we love God.
We need to want to love God. And when we do not feel the desire to love Him, we must pray for the longing to long to love Him. We must draw near to Him, and when we do, He has promised to draw near to us (James 4:8).
God, help us to love You. How we are not already infatuated with You, we don’t understand. Why You desire our love, we cannot quite grasp. Why You love us, is hundreds of millions of miles beyond our power of comprehension. Change us this year. Please fill us with love. Fill us with huge and unquenchable love for You. Let us look forward to heaven—to the light of Your presence, the glory of Your being, and let us be filled with deep and fervent love for You.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Crazy Love--You Might Not Finish This Post
Okay, so I’ve started a new book—I know some of you have read it because you’ve told me you have—called Crazy Love by Francis Chan. Today I read chapter 2, entitled, “you might not finish this chapter.” I really needed to hear what this chapter said, and chances are nearly every single one of you needs to hear it too. In short:
Life is not about you.
Life is about God.
Your life could end before the day does.
Really truly think about this. Please. Spend as much time as you need in order to begin to comprehend those three statements (it’s Christmas break—what else do you have to do today, seriously?). We will die. We could die today. I know it’s hard to grasp. To me, I’ve never not existed. It’s a weird concept (in addition to being grammatically confusing).
What really got me, though was an essay written by a twelve year old. A twelve year old. Please read it. Let it sink in. Let it change the way you view today. Pray that any motivation it creates within you will be long-lasting.
“Since I Have My Life Before Me
By Brooke Bronkowski
I’ll live my life to the fullest. I’ll be happy. I’ll brighten up. I will be more joyful than I have ever been. I will be kind to others. I will loosen up. I will tell others about Christ. I will go on adventures and change the world. I will be bold and not change who I really am. I will have no troubles but instead help others with their troubles.
You see, I’ll be one of those people who live to be history makers at a young age. Oh, Ill have moments, good and bad, but I will wipe away the bad and only remember the good. In fact, that’s all I remember, just good moments, nothing in between, just living my life to the fullest.
I’ll be one of those people who go somewhere with a mission, an awesome plan, a world-changing plan, and nothing will hold me back. I’ll set an example for others, I will pray for direction. I have my life before me. I will give others the joy I have and God will give me more joy. I will do everything God tells me to do. I will follow the footsteps of God. I will do my best!!!"
I know that initially the idea of having to live today for God kind of bogged me down--it's kind of embarassing to admit, but it's the truth. Then I thought, I don’t have to, I get to. It’s a privilege. Really truly, it’s a gift.
I'm not going to apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. I think we all need to feel uncomfortable often. How else are we ever going to change? I don't want to be sorry for bringing up Christ. I don't ever want to feel like maybe He doesn't belong in the conversation, situation, note, whatever. I'm done with that nonsense.
Today I will live in love with Christ and allow myself to overflow with whatever small knowledge I possess of His great love for me. Do the same!
Life is not about you.
Life is about God.
Your life could end before the day does.
Really truly think about this. Please. Spend as much time as you need in order to begin to comprehend those three statements (it’s Christmas break—what else do you have to do today, seriously?). We will die. We could die today. I know it’s hard to grasp. To me, I’ve never not existed. It’s a weird concept (in addition to being grammatically confusing).
What really got me, though was an essay written by a twelve year old. A twelve year old. Please read it. Let it sink in. Let it change the way you view today. Pray that any motivation it creates within you will be long-lasting.
“Since I Have My Life Before Me
By Brooke Bronkowski
I’ll live my life to the fullest. I’ll be happy. I’ll brighten up. I will be more joyful than I have ever been. I will be kind to others. I will loosen up. I will tell others about Christ. I will go on adventures and change the world. I will be bold and not change who I really am. I will have no troubles but instead help others with their troubles.
You see, I’ll be one of those people who live to be history makers at a young age. Oh, Ill have moments, good and bad, but I will wipe away the bad and only remember the good. In fact, that’s all I remember, just good moments, nothing in between, just living my life to the fullest.
I’ll be one of those people who go somewhere with a mission, an awesome plan, a world-changing plan, and nothing will hold me back. I’ll set an example for others, I will pray for direction. I have my life before me. I will give others the joy I have and God will give me more joy. I will do everything God tells me to do. I will follow the footsteps of God. I will do my best!!!"
I know that initially the idea of having to live today for God kind of bogged me down--it's kind of embarassing to admit, but it's the truth. Then I thought, I don’t have to, I get to. It’s a privilege. Really truly, it’s a gift.
I'm not going to apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. I think we all need to feel uncomfortable often. How else are we ever going to change? I don't want to be sorry for bringing up Christ. I don't ever want to feel like maybe He doesn't belong in the conversation, situation, note, whatever. I'm done with that nonsense.
Today I will live in love with Christ and allow myself to overflow with whatever small knowledge I possess of His great love for me. Do the same!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Collegio: A Synopsis
Collegio
A Synopsis
By Dr. Hayley Huber
Let me begin by stating that I’ve never seen the abbreviation for doctor perched so comfortably beside my name before. Actually, I’ve never seen it beside my name at all, comfy or not. It looks kind of nice. I think maybe I’ll go to college for six extra years just so I can add two little letters and a period to my title. In all truthfulness, I’d actually prefer to add three other letters and a different dot before my name—these letters you don’t have to go to school to get—but I guess that all that will happen in time.
You may be wondering why I decided to write this scholarly paper. If you are doing so at the moment, let me clear up a thing or two. And I shall use points, because they are sophisticated. 1.) I have the time. (Let me just insert here, that this tiny little statement may look rather common and inconspicuous, but is in reality a most unusual and mind-blowing assertion. Having said that, I shall resume.) 2.) I am feeling slightly dissatisfied with myself and with life at the moment, and rather than wallow in self pity—and extreme boredom—I’ve decided to make an attempt to cheer myself up. It is my greatest hope (and possibly a rather foolish one) that this long and high-worded, convoluted-sounding summation will cheer others up as well.
Now that I have discoursed on the way in which the ‘Dr.’ before my name makes me happy and the reasons why I decided to write this thing, I am running out of things to write about. Let me begin by saying (let me cut in on this sentence and draw your attention to the fact that I’ve said “let me” four—now five—times in the last three paragraphs. There are no psychological or literary implications to draw from my syntax so don’t strain your brains.) that I miss you all dreadfully. Dreadfully. (Repetition—in this case I am purposefully using repetition to convey to my readers a sense of great importance.) Dreadfully. (Have I conveyed enough? With the hopes that I indeed have, I continue…).
College is nice and all (and yes, I do realize that I am incredibly fortunate to be able to be here in this time in this place, knowing the people that I know, with plans God has formed for me stretching out into the distance. I know I am fortunate. Really. I’m just a little down and out right now. And I miss you all. Is that so wrong?) but it is significantly lacking in Eskimos, little sisters, Latinos, HP pals, kindred spirits, and parents. Oh, and dogs. And hamsters. (My hamster is still alive, right, Hannah?) And peach trees. And mountains which lend significantly to my sense of direction. And my room. My room. A moment of silence for my recently departed room. (Hahaha, yes that was a pun of sorts. You don’t have to like it.)
I know that I’ll survive here, but guys, I don’t want to survive. I want to thrive. (Yes, I made that up all by myself. I’m an English major. That sort of stuff just rolls of my tongue and plummets from my lips. Kind of like a grape or a pea.) Could you pray that I would live life like God desires me to? That I would be all that I am and learn to be more, rather than be content with less than who He’s made me to be? I love you all immensely and I think of you often. Thank you so much for being such positive influences in my life. Positive influences. What a lame idiom. With a wave of my magic English-Ed. wand I shall transform that lifeless and brittle phrase into something with depth and emotion.
Thank you so much for being such magnanimous paradigms in my life.
I love you. God bless you.
For the most part sincerely,
Hayley
A Synopsis
By Dr. Hayley Huber
Let me begin by stating that I’ve never seen the abbreviation for doctor perched so comfortably beside my name before. Actually, I’ve never seen it beside my name at all, comfy or not. It looks kind of nice. I think maybe I’ll go to college for six extra years just so I can add two little letters and a period to my title. In all truthfulness, I’d actually prefer to add three other letters and a different dot before my name—these letters you don’t have to go to school to get—but I guess that all that will happen in time.
You may be wondering why I decided to write this scholarly paper. If you are doing so at the moment, let me clear up a thing or two. And I shall use points, because they are sophisticated. 1.) I have the time. (Let me just insert here, that this tiny little statement may look rather common and inconspicuous, but is in reality a most unusual and mind-blowing assertion. Having said that, I shall resume.) 2.) I am feeling slightly dissatisfied with myself and with life at the moment, and rather than wallow in self pity—and extreme boredom—I’ve decided to make an attempt to cheer myself up. It is my greatest hope (and possibly a rather foolish one) that this long and high-worded, convoluted-sounding summation will cheer others up as well.
Now that I have discoursed on the way in which the ‘Dr.’ before my name makes me happy and the reasons why I decided to write this thing, I am running out of things to write about. Let me begin by saying (let me cut in on this sentence and draw your attention to the fact that I’ve said “let me” four—now five—times in the last three paragraphs. There are no psychological or literary implications to draw from my syntax so don’t strain your brains.) that I miss you all dreadfully. Dreadfully. (Repetition—in this case I am purposefully using repetition to convey to my readers a sense of great importance.) Dreadfully. (Have I conveyed enough? With the hopes that I indeed have, I continue…).
College is nice and all (and yes, I do realize that I am incredibly fortunate to be able to be here in this time in this place, knowing the people that I know, with plans God has formed for me stretching out into the distance. I know I am fortunate. Really. I’m just a little down and out right now. And I miss you all. Is that so wrong?) but it is significantly lacking in Eskimos, little sisters, Latinos, HP pals, kindred spirits, and parents. Oh, and dogs. And hamsters. (My hamster is still alive, right, Hannah?) And peach trees. And mountains which lend significantly to my sense of direction. And my room. My room. A moment of silence for my recently departed room. (Hahaha, yes that was a pun of sorts. You don’t have to like it.)
I know that I’ll survive here, but guys, I don’t want to survive. I want to thrive. (Yes, I made that up all by myself. I’m an English major. That sort of stuff just rolls of my tongue and plummets from my lips. Kind of like a grape or a pea.) Could you pray that I would live life like God desires me to? That I would be all that I am and learn to be more, rather than be content with less than who He’s made me to be? I love you all immensely and I think of you often. Thank you so much for being such positive influences in my life. Positive influences. What a lame idiom. With a wave of my magic English-Ed. wand I shall transform that lifeless and brittle phrase into something with depth and emotion.
Thank you so much for being such magnanimous paradigms in my life.
I love you. God bless you.
For the most part sincerely,
Hayley
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