By Flashlight

Early morning today. 8am chemistry lab-but we did get out early, so that is a praise. Last night, into the wee hours, I read by flashlight to my roommate. A tradition most recently acquired. We started the Father Brown stories, to which I have already read several years ago, but have been wanting to re-read. The book did not reside upon my shelf until just yesterday, when my parents sent me an Easter box in the mail. Chesterton intrigues my mind-and stretches my intelligence. Here are just a few quotes to which I found last night in the story of the Blue Cross:
"The most incredible thing about miracles is that they happen."
"wisdom should reckon on the unforeseen."
It brightened my day to once again awake with a book upon my lap.


This afternoon, after my Roman History class, I head North with my roommate. Classes do not resume until Tuesday and I intend to spend a great part of my day basking in the cold air of the sun-reading and soaking in the great mysteries of Chesterton.

Book Finds

Spring weather has final arrived in the south I think. To me this means walks, cleaning the house and.....book searching! Just yesterday I went to an antique store and found several good finds. I shall a few pictures some. One is not a old book, but I have been wanting to obtain it for a while. Paul Johnson's, Art. It is a reference book with beautiful pictures and descriptions. Since I am on spring break today and have nothing better to do, save clean my room, I will bask in the gorgeous weather and look at art. Tomorrow I may even go to the newish modern art museum downtown,
Also upon my nightstand resides the Book of Amber, to which I have only gotten 100 pages through. It seems to have a very intriguing plot line, starting with a man named Corwin, who has lost his memories due to am accident. Because of this, the first few chapters are based on him trying to find his memories in this mystical world called Amber. Thanks to several siblings( he has a whole hoard of them)  by page 100, he gets them back, and we are introduced to yet another more definite plot. His evil brother, is now king of Amber, and his legacy as told to him by his supposed to be dead father, is to rule Amber. But with all of his brothers and sisters trying to fight for the throne, it seems impossible for him to gain this.
I am intrigued to see how the author will take the story now. It is not per say a book of great literature, but thus far it has intrigued my mind with story.

To My Reading Chair

This morning, I sit, drinking my smoothie, I think about chapel unto which I am skipping at this very moment. My plan was to come back to my dorm and sleep, but instead, I end up in my comfy chair doing Latin homework. Because I am leaving for home around 5pm tonight, we will not be in until 1am at the earliest. This means going to bed, once again very late. From being sleep deprived all week, I thought it would be a good idea for me to sleep this morning so that I may stay awake to help be co-pilot. Chemistry does not start until 12, so therefore I would squeeze in a good hour nap. But for some reason, I am no longer tired. Therefore- I write. Two more classes until I am free for the week. This means, just chemistry, the lunch with a friend, Latin, an interview, and then sitting in my room until I leave. My packing is done.
My roommate has entrusted me with a 2000 page book to read over break. The Great Book of Amber. Apparently there are 10 books in one. I cannot wait until on Sunday afternoon, I can sit, drink tea, and just read. I will update this on Sunday after I have started the book :)

Like Snow

It is close to midnight. And I am exhausted. This week, I have had 3 exams, 2 papers due (one is done, the other still needs to be completed), and the normal homework load. I am completely brain dead and ready for a break. My mind reflects this. Made a 70 on my math exam. Part of me feels like a failure. And yet, I studied so hard! I am going to go talk to my math professor and see what can be done. I cannot wait until I go home. 3 more days of classes and hard core work, then I can relax a bit. I will have a paper to do, math homework, Latin translation, and chemistry review. This makes me tired just thinking about it. But, I will get through. A poem came to mind today as it snowed this week and as I had an enjoyable conversation with my Piano professor about this author today:
Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly.
leaving nothing out.
~Wendell Berry
This poem soothed my soul, and brought me peace. Hopefully it will stop snowing soon, and I can wear shorts once again!! At home I will be able to. I still need to pack. Sweet southern weather! Cannot wait.
But until then, let me accomplish my work, just like the snow. Let me do it without drawing attention to myself, and doing it to the best of my ability without looking for gain. This is a worker-a hard worker. That is my prayer tonight. I shall never give up. The Lord has gave me strength to continue through the day, and will continue to provide me with a hope that soothes thy aching heart as I sit in His presence.