here comes the sun

So, I welcomed in summer by gorging myself with candy and watching Gossip Girl into the wee hours of the night with my best friends, and waking up to the glorious hour of 11am. Ah.

Now, with a little free time, I have set out to make my to-do list for summer, pay some bills, and answer some emails. And update you on my life, of course.. so I’ll knock that one out first. 

So, Clint’s cousin is in nursing school, and decided that she wanted to do her nursing internship at the same maternity clinic that Clint’s mother works at as a missionary in the Philipines. Since we’re friends on facebook, I decided to take a look into what the life of maternity clinic nurse in a 3rd world country looks like. I was taken aback by the beautiful pictures of these little tiny babies with their precious little hands and noses and… okay I’ll stop. But there was something so special to me about seeing a picture that captured the first few moments of life, and so cool to me that his cousin could help bring these babies into the world. These images have been on my heart and in my mind for weeks now… which is something I never thought I’d ever say, since I regularly threaten to leave my first born on my mother’s door step to raise. But for some reason, I have just been so enamored with babies lately, even to the point of vaguely considering being a nurse myself. Well, a few weeks ago, I had applied to be an intern for a photography company, but I hadn’t heard back for a while. Today I got a call from them offering me a job to take pictures at Methodist and Charlton hospitals of the new born babies! I would go in, shoot pictures of the babies alone and with the family, and then edit them at the office area that they have inside of the hospital, and give them to the parents! How perfect! I haven’t accepted quite yet, but I am excited to have the opportunity to look into a job that directly deals with my major.

Click here to look into what the company is all about, and oohhh and awww over the little nuggets of life: http://pitterpatterpix.com/index2.php?v=v1#/text_2/1/

Clint is taking me to get snowcones tonight at a Bahama Bucks near his house! I just can’t get over how perfect summer is.

another one in the books.

I will be walking into my final presentation of my final project in 20 minutes. And then I will be done with my sophomore year of college. My, my how time has flown. I can’t remember what it feels like to NOT have homework, but I’m excited to jog my memory for a few months. This morning in the shower, I was startled by loud screams from inside my room.. when I poked my soap sudded head out of the shower, I landed my eyes on the overjoyed victory dance… stomp.. jump.. thing of my roommate seeing her final grades being posted and solidifying the end of her education. It’s all coming to an end for us all, and I can’t whip my tanning lotion out fast enough.

Change.

Dear dedicated readers,

I was so surprised to log on here to find that I am still getting very steady viewings despite the lack of updates, but I get the point, I’ll get to writing. 

Since my last post, I have ruined my best pair of cowboy boots dancing across the dusty plains of Snook, Texas alongside my two bestfriends for Texas A&M’s annual Chilifest, listened to life being explicitly described by Lil Wayne’s clever lines up close and personal at the American Airlines Center, received many well-worth-it battle scars and accidently broke a girls wrist (continuing my red card legacy of Martin soccer) on our way to becoming the 2nd place powderpuff team in the league, jumped off a two story party barge at our sorority’s mixer on Lake Grapevine, and started my intense work out plan to get this girl into that wedding dress *insert prayer here*.

Exams are here, and in full swing. Such a bittersweet time for me. These infamous weeks of cramming  in papers, projects, and caffeine pills have been peppered with the joy of summer’s nights but also the sadness that comes with the end of an important chaper in your life. Next Friday is looming over my head as a finish line of freedom, sun, and wedding festivities, but I’m also trying to back peddle away to buy some more time with these people that I may never see again after most of them throw their hats in celebration of conquering the tamed beast of higher education. It’s so bizarre that a year ago today, I was plowing through exams with the idea that I had 3 more years here, unmarried, living in Dallas, and finishing my Business degree.  Maybe I should have knocked on wood.  But here I am, unsure as Texas weather, as to what the next few years hold for me. Exciting? Check. Scary? Check.  Ready? Is there a.. maybe box?.. Okay, okay.. FINE.. Check.

I went to my photography teacher yesterday for my scheduled meeting to tell her what my final portfolio’s work was going to be centered on. The purpose of this meeting is merely to stroll in, tell what your creative mission is, get a signature of approval and walk out.  The right-brained, indecisive person I am comes stumbling  in with a moleskin full of loose sheets of scribbles, idea bubbles, and sticky notes of random quotes, thoughts, and inspiration  that I just can’t decide between. My teacher, after hearing me ramble for well over my alloted meeting time, and me dropping my head in defeat and stating that I’m making no sense, she just smiled at me said “Your project will be about change. Everything that you’re running on about is how much transformation has been going on in your heart and life lately. Don’t worry so much about trying to snap a picture of an object that represents your idea, try to make your picture frame create the essence of transformation and change in your life.” She continued to give me a few creative starters, honing in everything that I was feeling into this universal element that I could express through film. As I started ripping pages out of my notebook and 2-point shooting them into the nearest trashcan, I started thinking about change, in between thoughts of how impressed I was that someone could label my ADD thoughts with one word, thanked my professor, and walked out. Change, huh? I took  a piece of advice that she gave me, and started writing about what this meant to me, and what I came up with was that life is merely a conveyor belt of events, always moving, always changing, and never the same when it comes back around. These exam weeks have come back around for me, but every time they do, I am at a different place in my life, and will be again the next time that they greet me again. I have a few ideas of what my portfolio will look like, but I know that I will be able to look back and know that this time was something so special and frightening in my heart, but that I made it through in one piece.

Adolescent agnst, at it’s finest.