Like it, love it, ADPi!

So, it's recruitment week.  As if things weren't already crazy enough.  To celebrate this occasion (or, more accurately, to prepare for days filled with snapping and singing, matching outfits, lots of diamonds, and long nights that lead to emotional eating), I have decided to present a little flashback of recruitments of years past.

Freshman year: a participant.  This would be me and Nance on pref night.  hahahahahah

Sophomore year: the year of the ADPi headbands

Also the year that Nancy decided to bring all 400 balloons from philanthropy night back to 2nd floor Clinton.  Good life decision?  Absolutely.

Junior year: diamond fam pic... what am I going to do without Katie this year?!

Junior year again.  This would be where the emotional eating comes in.  Note the Bojangles cup in addition to the chocolate cake that does in fact say, "Great Job, Sisters" hahahahah

And so senior year recruitment begins... here's to hoping that this week includes some sleep and some responsible eating habits!

I'm still alive...

So I actually got complaints about not blogging lately... and with only 5 followers, who would have thought ha!!  Anyway, all I really have to say is that education (early childhood that is) is really taking a lot out of me here recently.  I don't really have anything exciting going on because all I've been doing is school work.  Regardless, here are some pictures from the past week.

So last weekend (as in the one before this past one) we went to Charleston for the PC/ Citadel game.  I continue to be horrible at taking pictures, so none of my pics from the weekend actually have people in them.  But I did manage to snap a few pictures on Saturday morning of one of my favorite places in the world...

Pretty, right?  I LOVE Charleston/ the coast of SC in general (minus Myrtle...), and I really hope I can live there one day!  

Thursday was Little Black Dress here at PC (which means that recruitment is coming up... as in this week... ahhh)

<> Family

AND, speaking of my <> fam, my fabulous little sister (and Sarah's big) turned 21 this weekend!!

We love you, Kate, and we're so happy that you're the middle sister we never had : )

This is funny...

So, as we all know, it's Oprah's last season.  Now I realize that most people may not be as upset about this as I am, but I have to say that I am extremely sad, for many reasons:

1.  One of my life goals was to be in her audience!  Now I realize that other people probably have more "ambitious" life goals, but this was seriously one of mine.  I'm already down a life goal, and I'm only 21!  This isn't looking good...

2.  I'm never going to get to go to her favorite things show!!  Did anyone ever see that one where the whole audience was teachers, and she gave away so much stuff?  I was HOPING that she would do that again in like a year when I am a teacher and that I could go and get $1,000 to shop at Office Max.

3.  Now I'm going to have nothing to watch at 4:00 in the afternoons.  

Anyway, here is something that I found really funny...

http://facesofthelastseasonofoprah.tumblr.com/

Enjoy!!

Fun Weekend!

This past weekend was so much fun... on Friday night, Amber and I headed up to Simpsonville to Caroline's for Katie and Lee's engagement party.  It was super nice and so great to get to see everyone that graduated last year!!  I should also mention that I'm terrible at taking pictures, which I guess is something that I need to work on, if only for blog purposes.  Like, seriously I think I have 6 total pictures that I took from this whole weekend... anyway, here's a group pic that I stole off facebook...

So much fun!  So after the engagement party, Amber and I went on to Clemson since it was the night before the big PC/ Clemson game.  I stayed with Jocelyn on Friday night, and I did manage to get one picture with her Saturday before the game...

Who would have ever thought our schools would be playing each other?! 

That picture would also be the "before" picture... taken before we drove around Clemson looking for parking, hiked to the stadium, and got completely lost.  My personal fav part of the day was when we tried to take what appeared to be the faster way out of the field where we parked.  We walked across this huge field, only to realize that the hill/ slope leading up to the road was a lot steeper than anticipated... yet another situation that was made more problematic and dramatic due to my boot.  This random man standing above us on the sidewalk pulls out his cell phone and goes, "I have to take a video of you trying to get up this thing with that broken foot... I'm going to put it on YouTube!!"  Uhhh thanks... 

Anyway, after lots of general confusion and a few golf cart rides (thanks, Clemson!) we FINALLY found our friends' tailgates.  Katie Lee and I were wearing the exact same dress...

What are the chances?!  I feel like this is one of those "Who wore it best" things in People or something haha... 

Anyway, I was pumped to see Katie TWICE this weekend and so happy that even though my big sister is not at PC with me anymore, we can still randomly match for tailgates!

Even though PC lost, it was still a really fun weekend with some of my favorite people!  If it weren't for the fact that this coming weekend is going to be very exciting as well, I'd probably be super bummed... only 3 more days of class til the next weekend!  

Thursdays are rough...

This semester, Thursdays are pretty terrible.  My day starts out with an 8:00 pilates class.  May I just pause here and say, this girl was pumped about taking some pilates.  I don't even mind the 8:00 aspect of it because I'm a morning person.  I was all pumped to exercise regularly and everything (because let's be honest, physical activity isn't really my thing).  Well, my dreams of "the pilates body" that my teacher always refers to are quickly being SHATTERED due to my stupid foot!  I mean, just imagine trying to do this... 

... with a huge, heavy boot (and a broken foot).  It's pretty difficult/ IMPOSSIBLE.  So, basically, pilates is turning out to be more of an observational thing for me, at least for the time being.

So, after pilates I basically have class non-stop ALL day.  I hate looking rough all day, and I really feel like you have a better day when you look nice.  So today I decided to change out of my pilates clothes and into something cuter.  I reverted back to what I'd say is one of my worst habits... changing in the car while driving.  In retrospect, this was a terrible idea for many reasons, especially a.  the fact that it was 8:50 and classes were changing, so everyone was walking around outside as I'm changing in my car, and b. I had to undo my boot so that I could get my jeans on.  Which was not an easy task, considering the limited space of my front seat.  So once I was dressed, I could not find a parking spot (story of my life), and finally had to park in a faculty spot.  I didn't get a ticket (ptl), but if I did I had a really good defense in mind that involved me pulling out my crutches from last week.

So, moral of my day= I can't wait until my foot is healed.  However, I'm pumped about this weekend, especially since it involves me seeing this girl:

Cannot wait!

Convocation

So, today was opening convocation at PC!

Which has me wondering, when did these girls...

Become these girls?

(In case you were wondering, the first picture was A3 on our first weekend out at PC ever, freshman year.  Obviously, the above picture is A3 today!)

It is absolutely insane to me that I'm already at this point in my college career.  I remember so clearly opening convocation my freshman year and seeing all the seniors in their caps and gowns and feeling SO FAR from that point.  Here I am, and strangely, I don't feel that much older.  But somehow, three years of doing my own laundry, staying up late studying (but never all night because I refuse.), sitting in GDH for hours (always at the same few tables), planning out my life, dressing up for parties and mixers, diamond family dinners, and hours in my practicum classrooms have transformed me into a senior who is graduating and heading out into the real world in just a few short months.  But for now, I'm going to try and enjoy every minute of the time I have left at PC.  And of course I'll HAVE to come back and visit...

At least for the next 2 years!  May I say how proud I am that Sarah got up and came to convocation!  AND if you look closely... we are wearing the exact same shirt.  Which we both purchased separately over the summer.  Typical!

That's all for now... here's a quote that I've been loving lately and I feel kind of fits in with all of this:

"Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground.  Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it..." - Wilfred Peterson

Hey now, this is my desire...

So I've been listening to lots of Needtobreathe this afternoon as I've been trying to do some of this school work that has suddenly piled up.  Unfortunately, the downside to having no Friday classes is that it makes me extremely unproductive from Thursday afternoon- Sunday.  I've been ignoring my color coded to-do list all weekend!  I keep reminding myself that this is my last semester of college classes EVER, as I'll be student teaching next semester.  The thought of student teaching is scary, but not as scary as the thought of having my very own classroom a year from now (hopefully)!  But for now, I'm enjoying all things PC, like Mallard Ball this past weekend...

My diamond family before Mallard Ball... Yeah, Sarah and I are wearing what I'm assuming is the same dress, even though she added to hers to make it cuter.  Whatever.

Roommates

I even tied an orange ribbon around my boot to decorate it and make it more festive, although unfortunately there are no pictures of that!  Aside from Mallard Ball, A3 spent our weekend trying to pull this house together a little more.  Nancy helped Emily and I paint these monogrammed canvases for our room.  Yet another reason why I love living with an art major...

Eventually, I'll post more pictures of our townhouse once everything is completely put together (which it almost is).  But for now, I'm on the second color of my to-do list...

Porch lights that Nancy put up + sunset in our backyard (aka the intramural field)

Emergency!

So, I started a blog.  I figured that my life is just too exciting not to have one... not.  There are about 5 people who I feel like are going to read this, and they are all related to me except for Callie.  But anyway, I just felt the need to document the exciting events of my senior year.  On Monday, Megan and I started off our senior year with a bang...

I fractured my left foot.  Or tore some part of some bone off or something.  I still don't really understand what happened.  Anyway, Megan, being the awesome friend and roommate that she is, took me to the emergency room because I couldn't walk on my left foot.  As someone who's only ever been to an ER like one time, I had no clue what I was in for.  We figured it would be a pretty easy trip.  We were very wrong.  I've decided to share some of the joy of our experience with you here...

8:00- Megan and I leave to go to the ER

8:32- I hop into the emergency room on one foot and check in.  Did I look ridiculous doing this?  Yes.  Was I the most ridiculous looking person in there?  No.  At that point, the award went to the mother wearing Family Guy PJ pants and a lacy cami.

8:41- Text from me to Megan: "I'm afraid that lady across from us is going to vom."

9:30- Still waiting to go back.  Pajama Mom leaves and returns 20 minutes later with McDonalds.  Had I known at that point how long this little trip was going to be, I would have asked her to get me a McFlurry.

9:38- They finally called me back.  And by "back", I just mean that little room where they take your temperature and ask you what's wrong.  

9:45- They call me back for an x-ray.  I attempt to hop down the hall, and the nurse feels sorry for me and gets me a wheelchair.

9:58- Text from Megan (who stayed in the waiting room): "I wish you were here to see what just walked in... barefoot and braless"

Don't worry, once I was wheeled back to the waiting room, I got to sit next to Barefoot and Braless for the next 3 hours.  As she coughed all over me and complained to her husband/ boyfriend(?) that she might throw up.  But, then, they started making out.  In the emergency room.  

10:08- Text from Megan: "We are now officially missing NJ Housewives.  This is a problem."

*I should note that we were texting about this because I was now sitting across the room from Megan because the nurse wheeled me to a different spot.  And put the brakes on my wheelchair.  Unfortunately, my new spot was right beside the bathroom.  Which was not only the bathroom for the waiting room, but also the one where people kept having to go to pee in a cup.

10:19- Text from me to Megan: "Someone is going to trip over this wheelchair and spill their pee on me"

10:30- Still waiting.  Goal: to get back to PC by midnight.

11:30- Still waiting.  Megan tries to go get Skittles from the vending machine and FAILS because it only took exact change.  More pee.  Goal: back to PC by 1:00.

12:05- Megan tries to go get Skittles again, and the machine takes her money but doesn't deliver skittles.  This is the point where I would say this stopped being funny.  This is also the point where we wished we had brought snacks.

12:45- Megan is finally successful at getting candy from that freaking vending machine.  Still in the waiting room.  

1:15- Still in the waiting room.  I begin to question the definition of "emergency" and what it means to me and those around me.

1:30- They finally call me back, excuse me- wheel me back, to a curtained room.  Megan goes with.

1:45- I'm told that my foot is fractured and assured that a doctor will see me soon.  Megan hopes it's a hot doctor.  I hope we get to leave by 2:30.

1:50- Both mine and Megan's phones die... great.  Stranded in the middle of the night at the hospital with no phones.  

3:00- Finally, finally, after 7 hours, the doctor finally sees me!  They bring me crutches (that's a whole other problem) and wrap up my foot in some fiberglass cast thing.  As he's wrapping my foot the (not hot) nurse goes, "Aww you hurt your foot so badly that it turned your toenails pink!"  Now there's a joke that would have maybe been funny 5 hours ago.  Actually, that's a lie.  Still wouldn't have been funny then, but I may have fake laughed.  Megan and I just glared at him.

4:00- Megan and I return to PC.

Now, I'm sure you feel like you were there with us after reading that long story about our EIGHT HOUR trip to the emergency room.  What happened to cause this terrible injury??

I walked out my front door.  And somehow fell down that first little step.  Seriously.