Turn Turn Turn

I strongly encourage you to love this song, if you don't already. Because there is a time for everything. So, listen, relax, enjoy.
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My room is spotless clean, as clean as the furniture my brothers, sister and I dusted before Grandma would come over for Sunday dinner. Tidy like Grandma Ham's closet, which you better believe has thirteen hangers for eight shirts and five pairs of slacks. And that's just my room. For some reason, the soma of getting things done makes me feel like I should smile like Mr. Clean, chest out, arms folded, bald headed. That's right

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I'm going to be an aunt! I knew from the time we were kids that Kearsen would always be the mother, and I would be the cool aunt who travels and sends pictures from Europe and brings back exotic gifts. I've resorted to calling her baby "the little duffer" and the name will stick. I'll call that baby "duffer" until the time he/she graduates high school.
Duffer, I cried when your mother told me about you. I'll cry when I see you around December 25, and you bet I'll cry at your kindergarten graduation. How about a trip with me to Yellowstone sometime?

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A real job. Teaching English. Teaching English at a small Christian high school. That's right, I got the job. And God is faithful, just so you know. And as of now I am reading just about anything and everything about teaching English you can imagine. Penny Kittle anything. Kylene Beers anything. I'm taking suggestions.
And of course, I am researching some of the greatest English teachers in history and on TV. (Mr. Coolson, Mrs. Freedom Writers, Mr. Dead Poet's Society, Hogwarts teachers, etc...)

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Graduation. I didn't cry at all, but my sister did. I hugged my friends goodbye and even patted one of Dordt's red brick walls. "Atta Dordt." I'll miss my professors and aspire to be like them, poised and collected, hunched over and ponderous, quicker with brilliant thoughts than brilliant speeches (except you, of course, Dr. James Schaap), and joyful...joyful because of what Christ has done. And Education professors, I'm going to keep bugging you for resources. I'm not completely gone.
I'll miss my best friends from Dordt because you always wanted to play volleyball and you read books and you're easygoing and funny. That's why you're my friends. But you know the party has just begun.
If anyone wants to go backpacking in the summers, I'll be there in an instant.

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Moving. On my own. Uncle Milt gave me all his old furniture and kitchen stuff. SCORE! Plus, I have a few things of my own: a bookshelf, two dressers, a twin size bed, a purple chair, a few DVDs, a LOT of books, some mixing spoons and a can opener. All set. I'll update you on the apartment when we figure out the living situation.

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I'm attending a church on my own. A small one with some big personalities. Thank the Lord for his goodness.

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Finances are my new topic of inquiry. Here's the book I'm reading: The Complete Idiot's Guide to Personal Finance in Tour 20s & 30s (Fourth Edition) by Sarah Young Fischer and Susan Shelley.


I find it all so amazing that just a couple weeks ago, none of this was on my mind. Life can change in an instant, but God, as the rock we all know him to be, will always stay the same.