Day of rest

Sundays are the best days of the week.

During the week, I’m constantly on the go.  Pair that with volunteering on Friday night, speech judging on Saturday, and a visit from Mom… Sunday is a well-needed break.

My Sundays start by attending church with my old roommates.  It’s so good to set aside all my cares and rest in God’s presence.  It’s the re-fueling I need to get me through another week.  I love my church.  I’ve gone there all four years of school and it’s beginning to sink in that I have to start afresh come May.

When church is done, I usually make the trek over to the gym.  (I skipped working out today, though, ’cause it was -45 degrees and being outside longer than necessary was not okay.)

Sunday afternoons bring a balance of homework and relaxation.  I usually throw on leggings, a comfy sweater, and spend a few hours in the basement of the library pumping out essay drafts.  Today, I managed to snag the poetry room.  It was absolutely divine.

After all the homework is out of the way, I return to my dorm, make dinner, and spend an evening in introvert paradise.  Tonight, I’ll be snacking on chips and salsa while catching up on episodes of Arrow.  (I tried for an hour to figure out how to livestream the Oscars on my computer… it ended in failure.  I’m pretty cut up about it.)

Yes, I do stay busy on Sundays.  But, overall, it’s the most relaxing day of the week.  I can choose where I go, what I do, and who I’m with.  For once, I have control over my schedule.  It’s wonderful to have at least one day of the week to spend quality time resting.

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Studying in the poetry room. In my happy place.

 

What is your ideal Sunday?

 

Super singles and trips to the cities

Super singles are beautiful creations that introverts long for, but never imagine actually having.  Why?  They’re expensive and hard to come by.

The other day, after explaining the stresses of my sudden mid-week relocation to a classmate, she eyed me enviously.  “You’ve got a super single?  In Spooner?  Oh, you’re so lucky!  That’s everyone’s dream!”

My classmate’s comment is on-point.  To say I haven’t been dreaming of this scenario since freshman year would be a total lie.  Over the past four years, I have analyzed all the different possibilities of what my room would look like if I had no roommate.  Where would I put the furniture?  What cozy corners would I create?

Now, it’s important to note that I’m not railing against roommates.  Roommates are great.  I’m introverted, but I go absolutely crazy if left in my head for too long.  I love having people close by to pull me out of my mind when I get stuck there.  Even though I’ve moved, I’m still friends with my old roommates and enjoy spending time with them.

Still, it’s wonderful to have my own space to come home to.  You would think that after the insane week I’ve had, I would lie low and regain my energy.  Hahahaha…. nope.

Yesterday afternoon, my car was packed and I was on the road the second my library shift ended.  Although I was tired and definitely had second-thoughts about making a trip to the cities, I’m glad I made the trip.

You may be wondering where was I headed in such a rush.  Let me explain.  Over the past few years, nearly all my best friends here in Morris have graduated.  Now, they all seem to be branching out and moving far away.  In a couple of months, my dear friend Jenny is leaving for a two-year teaching job in Japan.  I want to seize every opportunity to bask in her presence.  So making the trek from the prairie to the cities was well worth it for a night of well-needed conversation and silliness.

Since I was in the area, after departing Jenny’s house this morning, I met up with my older brother for coffee.  We hung out in Caribou for hours, sipping mochas and gushing about superheroes movies and the cultural impact of the internet, then hit up some local shops.  (My spoils include mechanical pencils, a lamp, and a digital clock.)

I also took advantage of the fact that Chipotle exists in the cities and grabbed a burrito on my way back to Morris.  That was over five hours ago and I’m still full.  (God bless Chipotle).

I’m back in Morris now, even more tired than I was at the beginning of my adventure.  I’ve managed to put a tiny dent in my homework, but will still be spending a bunch of time in the library tomorrow.

Now, though, I’m going to curl up in one of the cozy corners I’ve finally gotten to create and catch up on my superhero t.v. shows.  It’s been a long week and I think I deserve a night off.

Riding the stress wave of midterms

Midterms are quickly approaching.  And I find myself riding the wave of tension and stress that always rolls around this time of year.

Here’s what I’ve got standing between me and Fall Break (which is next Friday):

  • 3 page literary criticism response paper for Victorian Lit
  • Photo essay project for Visual Journalism
  • My final speech for Public Speaking, in which I will tirade about how awful Twilight is
  • Midterm for Visual Journalism
  • Midterm for Grammar and Language
  • 6-8 page paper for Victorian Literature
  • 15 minute presentation on some British marriage laws for Victorian Lit

Already this week I’ve written most of the response, begun searching articles for the presentation, and took a quiz for G&L (not mentioned on the list ’cause it’s already been taken).

Excuse me while I spend my night de-stressing over the most recent episode of Downton Abbey.  ‘Cause I’m going to be hitting the books hard this weekend and need to relax somehow!

Do you have anything stressing you out, readers?  What is your favorite way of relaxing?  Answer in comments!