somewhere between wet and confused

Although I have not found an actual part of the mission statement relating to my story, I am that sure that it's meaning is hidden deep within.  Last week, my friend and I decided to make a trip to Wal Mart to get a few needed necessities.   There had been the threat of rain all day, but it never came.  Our trip to "Wal Mart" ended up lasting longer than expected.  We finally made it to our destination only to hear drops of rain coming down, slowly but surely.  How convenient, we thought as we hurriedly ran up and down the isles to get what we needed.   By the time we finished, we had a buggy full of things for the both of us.  We ran outside to put our items in the car, all the while the rain was beginning to come down even harder.  We got in the car, both soaked from heavy rain, but even more discouraged at the idea of finding a place to unload our groceries and to park with a minimal amount of soaking.  After unloading our groceries, our next big challenge was finding a close parking spot.  Obviously, that was very much out of the question, even after circling around several times.  We finally found a parking spot which was near the back of Egypt.  Feeling really depressed, my friend mentioned that we could see if the security guards could come "rescue us."  To me, it seemed doubtful, but we were all out of options and the long walk to the dorm was looking as bleak as ever!  We called the security office and to our surprise they came with no hesitation.  We were even engaged in an enlightening conversation the ride there.  I am not sure if any other college upholds the same policy, but MC has given me another reason to sleep better and to not fear a lengthy shopping trip because, rain and dark, MC security is there.

2008 Follies

Yesterday I was able to witness how MC promotes the social development of its students and encourages them to utilize their skills, talents and abilities while pursuing meaningful careers, life-long learning, and service to God and others.  The production put on by the social tribes and service clubs was a great testament to this.  Their hard work and dedication as they each played a part in making this years follies a huge success.  They danced, acted and performed in such a way that had the whole house rocking with laughter.  It was very obvious how much effort each group put into their skits.  Although everyone might not have been an excellent dancer or actor, they learned and practiced enough that everything seemed to flow.  Yesterday they were able to showcase all of their skills and unhidden talents in this fabulous production.  The girls were glamourous and fabulous as they promoted their tribes and showed their true personalities.  The boys were hilariously good.  Some even dug deep to past their inner masculinity to find their "soft" side.  It was really a sight to see.  No matter what everyone's talent was, they all came together to create a "masterpiece."  Each person, whether they were on or off stage played a giant role in the program's great outcome.  From working behind the scenes and curtains to working on the sound and videos, it took the efforts of everyone.  This is one of the first of many fantastic productions at MC that I have been able to witness.  I am looking forward to seeing what is to come.  The sky is truly the limit at Mississippi College, with everyone together, there is no limit to what we can accomplish and discover in the process. 

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     From this week I can definitely attest to Mississippi College's stimulation of the intellectual development of its students through various programs.  Since I have been here, other than trying to adapt to the new atmosphere, I have been challenged in more areas than one.  From trying to abandon my ever-pressing desire to procrastinate on studying or doing homework, I am constantly I have changed in several areas.  For the past few weeks in English, we have been working on a very huge paper.  I was always been a pretty decent writer in high school but this particular paper was extremely challenging.  We had to elaborate on certain events in our life and explain how it contributed to who we are as a student.  I had much to say and was forced to learn to say it quickly with the page limit.  I tirelessly worked as I exhausted every way to clearly express myself and to talk about life as I knew it.  The hard part to me was tying it all together and making sure that each story had its own special way of being conducive to who I am as a student.  I was very pleased with my finished product and was felt that I had indeed dazzled myself and my audience as well.  Today I had my conference with my teacher and my ideas were confirmed.  However, there were still parts of my essay that needed tweaking .  Although I was slightly disappointed that it was not perfect as I had hoped it would be, I was very excited that my teacher took to the time to show me how I could enhance myself as a writer and her belief in me that I would indeed be great.  I would have to say that from this class, I have learned to step out of my comfort zone and to take risks on my road of self-discovery and my journey to a successful.  After a year in this class and more of working with my professor, I have NO doubt that I will be more than happy with the writer/person/thinker that I will become.

kindness from an unlikely source

This is an additional testimony to the wonderful faculty and staff here at MC. I came to school from home very late Sunday night. I had an exhausting day with early church service and trying to meet deadlines on all my assignments. Also, I was busy preparing for as spanish test the next day. Needless to say, my mind was pretty occupied. I made it to school with the world on my shoulders and with fatigue overtaking my body. I had a early appointment with a bone specialist the next morning and I began to worry if I would be able to survive the week if it continued on to be so insanely hectic. I stayed up until about one o'clock putting the final touches on my English paper due the next morning to to make it just right. I went to bed feeling relieved that I had gotten that over with and dreaded waking up to great the early light of day. However, that came sooner than I had realized. At 2:30 that morning I received a call from a security guard asking me to confirm the kind of car I had. I immediately panicked at the thought of being arrested or my car being towed for some odd reason. After continuing in the conversation, he informed me that my dome lights were on and he was not sure how long they had been that way. I kindly thanked him for his call and began to dress for the walk to my car. I was very surprised to see him waiting in front of my car to make sure the battery had not died. After turning on the engine and seeing that everything was okay, I began to head back to my room. I thanked him again and apologized for any trouble that this may have cause. He assured me that it had caused none and that he was only too happy to help. Although this definately disturbed my much needed sleep, I can now sleep better knowing that there are such caring security guards like Mr. Mike (I do believe that was his name, then again it was about 2:40 in the morning) and that they are looking out for the students.

mission statement

This week at MC, one part of the mission statement really stood out. It was referring to their employing faculty who are dedicated to teaching/ learning and advising students. This as actually been seen since the beginning of the school year, but lately I was really could really tell.
This week, aside from the usual problems and stresses of life, was filled with tests, papers and assignments that seemed to have no end. I wondered how I would make it through. However, with willing teachers and understanding faculty, I not only survived, but I still somewhat have my sanity. I was extremely worried about my paper in English, but from discussion groups in class to conferences with my teacher, the stress is actually beginning to lesson. Also, the writing center on the third floor of Jennings has proved to be a life-saver as I have attempted to revise my paper.
Although classes are hard and assignments are sometimes tough, with the faculty and staff here at MC, I know that each week can be a success story. I give thank to MC for its excellent faculty selection and for making a quality education possible. Also, I give thanks to the staff and faculty here for making my college experience better, one week at a time.

mission statement

This week at MC, one part of the mission statement really stood out. It was referring to their employing faculty who are dedicated to teaching/ learning and advising students. This as actually been seen since the beginning of the school year, but lately I was really could really tell.
This week, aside from the usual problems and stresses of life, was filled with tests, papers and assignments that seemed to have no end. I wondered how I would make it through. However, with willing teachers and understanding faculty, I not only survived, but I still somewhat have my sanity. I was extremely worried about my paper in English, but from discussion groups in class to conferences with my teacher, the stress is actually beginning to lesson. Also, the writing center on the third floor of Jennings has proved to be a life-saver as I have attempted to revise my paper.
Although classes are hard and assignments are sometimes tough, with the faculty and staff here at MC, I know that each week can be a success story. I give thank to MC for its excellent faculty selection and for making a quality education possible. Also, I give thanks to the staff and faculty here for making my college experience better, one week at a time.

my crazy weekend

This weekend was fairly uneventful for me. What began as only missing the rush skits for Friday to attend a family gathering turned into a “I’m so happy you are home, stay awhile,’ from my mom. Although I have no regrets about staying home with my wonderfully amazing family because it gave me a time to relax, spend time with the family and to enjoy a delicious home-cooked meal. However, little did I know not everything would be so ginger peachy.
Friday was the perfect time to catch up on all that I had missed since I had been at school and to be a part of a grand celebration for my sister. I was able to eat, laugh, play, socialize and be in the company of my loved ones whom I had missed so much. I was also able to put all of my happy, giddy feelings to use by finishing my “piece de resistance” for English 101. In my prayers that night I repeatedly thanked God for my great family, friends, and last but not least, a shower where I could actually move and a delightfully soft bed that I had no fear of falling off of it. I went to sleep without a care in the world and unfortunately for me things were going to get a bit more interesting.
I woke up Saturday morning, happy to greet my cheerful room which seemed to smile at me and the pleasant aroma of breakfast making my tummy go pitter patter in anticipation for my second home-cooked meal in weeks ( absolutely nothing against the wonderful cooking staff at MC). My mom had washed my clothes and I was preparing to hit the road again. Before I left, my mom wanted to make me a “last supper” to keep me filled on the road ahead. However, she was missing a key ingredient and the convenience store down the road had just what she needed. I pulled in, noticing a police officer in the parking lot and thankfully I was not speeding. I went in with only the thought of coming out soon. No sooner, than I had went in the store I was addressed by ‘Hey Ma’am! your car, your car!!” I rushed outside to see what all the commotion was about, only to see that the side of my sister’s car had been smashed in and the culprit was making rude comments that I was too in shock to hear. Luckily for me, there were several onlookers in the parking lot who had seen what had happened. The driver of the truck was very much intoxicated and the policeman was there because he received a call about him. I watched a guy get arrested in front of my eyes and needless to say, I was speechless. The policeman asked several questions and assured me that everything would be okay. My parents rushed to the scene and reminded me that the car could be fixed, but I was irreplaceable. Needless to say, I did not go home that day, but instead I spent more time with my family and friends. I am officially an SADD for life, this experience although scary, taught me an important lesson, life itself is fragile, and although my sister’s car was messed up, things could have been a lot worse especially if that drunk driver would have met someone on the road with the force he hit the car.