adventures in small town college living

school.

• reading copious paragraphs of Cicero every day; every day it becomes a little easier
• failing to properly memorize Greek verbs (“oh, doesn’t that mean kill?” “no, actually just go“)
• arguing about Hamlet on the quad with friends
• leading a discussion — enjoying myself despite my lack of preparedness
• “virtus does NOT mean strength” (as my professor hits the table)

friends.

• an unplanned photoshoot that turned into an indie folk band album cover
• surprising people for their birthdays (a LOT)
• conversations in the dark with the wind blowing the fountain
• studying in a stone gazebo with the wind blowing our hair and book pages
• getting ready for garden party in my room, paraphernalia strewn everywhere
• arguing about Galadriel in the dorm lobby over nachos and laughter

faith.

• evening prayer and hymns, a blessed reminder of solace midst a storm of homework
• arguing about free will and communion and everything in between
• “oh, that’s the Calvinist Summa“
• deciding I was obviously predestined to be Lutheran
• quiet prayers and the sign of the cross at mealtimes
• re-reading parts of The Ballad of the White Horse: “naught for your comfort,” but “gaily in the dark”

misc.

• wearing my hobbit dress and drinking pumpkin spice cold brew and feeling very fallish
• short phone conversations with my sister about nothing and everything
• “Thalassa, Thalassa” — Dr. G. every time I raise my hand in class
• sailing on Baw Beese with the wind in my face and the cloudy sky above
• singing Abide With Me as I walk back alone to my dorm one night

source

God is good, and by His will, my rage now turns to desperate faith; my bitter soul has found His way.

[ gaily in the dark ]

~ Thalassa : )

p.s. hello dear Anne Neville and any other Tolkienian stalkers… I know you’re there.

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