The Great Bike Adventure

I have my bike on campus. Now, if there's one thing that's an issue at Mount Vernon, it's that people's bikes get stolen a lot. If you don't have a lock on it, chances are it's going to get taken sooner or later. I keep mine locked most of the time, but on Wednesday, I was running late to class and forgot the keys to my lock in my room. I biked to class and parked outside of the building. When I came back out after class, it was gone. Before this happened, someone had been taking my bike and putting it different places on campus. Why, I have no idea. So when I saw that it was gone, my first instinct was that I would find it somewhere again. But I didn't. I searched everywhere and couldn't find it. I stalked back to my apartment, ticked off.

About an hour later, some of my apartment mates came back from the store and told me they saw a guy on campus riding my bike. They followed him and asked him where he got it (of course he said he didn't know). This was when I went into stealth mode. I was determined to get my bike back. After finding out his location from my associate (aka my roommate looked up where he lived in the campus directory), I began my mission.

I walked up to his apartment complex and started scanning the perimeter. There were only two people outside, and they were walking away from the complex. There would be no witnesses to my act. Then, I spotted it. He had hid it behind the bushes next to his apartment. I casually walked up, grabbed my bike, and rode like the wind back to my apartment. No one was the wiser. The first thing I did when I got back was lock it up.

So, to my fellow Mount Vernon mates, if you have a bike, LOCK IT UP!

Ways of Worship

Yesterday during my English Lit class, my professor (who is brilliant!) brought up a very interesting question. We go to church and we sing and worship during the songs, but do we worship during the sermon? As I thought about this, I began thinking about how I react during a sermon. I listen, open my Bible to what is being talked about, underline things that strike me, write down notes. I think a lot of us do that. Is that worship?

There have been times where the message has really moved or impacted me to a point where I feel it. I know that God put that message in front of me at a time when I needed to hear it most. I give thanks and praise to God for moving me and giving me words of wisdom. So, I guess that's a form of worship as well.

I'm not saying you have to go to church and worship the entire time. We all react to things differently. Something that strikes a chord with me might not move you in the same way. Everyone has a different view, but we're all capable of praising God. That's how He created us to be. Give Him all the glory.

I Want Your Thoughts!

Hello there! As some of you know, I'm taking a poetry class this semester and I've really been working on my writing. Recently I submitted two of my poems to Poetry Magazine in the hopes of getting them published, so we'll see how that goes! I've been thinking about putting up one of my poems on my blog to see what you guys think. I would love to have some feedback and see what you guys think. So be on the lookout for that in the near future! I realize this post is really short, so here's a pretty picture I took for you to stare at!

Poetry Day!

Yeah, I know. I forgot to post a poem last week. But I remembered this time and that's what counts. So, today's poem is Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon. It's quite lovely in my opinion. It has such a tranquil and relaxed tone to it. I like how she describes evening without using words that we normally associate with it, like night, stars, and moon. My favorite line of the poem is the last one. It's just the perfect way to end it. Ok, enough of me. Read it for yourself!

Let Evening Come
BY JANE KENYON
Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.

When Concrete Attacks and Bad Poetry

I have never fallen while running before. Until today. Everything was going smoothly. My teammates Becca and Ashley and I went for a run after we got out of class. We decided to do the 2 mile loop so we could be done before it started getting dark. So off we went. Becca and Ashley zoomed ahead and I fell behind. I decided to cut through the high school parking lot so I could get back to campus faster and possibly beat them back. Yes, I know it wasn't a race, but my competitive side came out. I got to the front of campus and was feeling really good, so I picked up the pace. I passed one of my classmates and was just about to hit the hill that goes to my apartment complex, when I completely biffed it. Here's what happened:

Me: Yeah I'm almost there! This is a good run!

(trips over a crack in the concrete)

Me: Whoa!

(Kathleen stumbles forward, getting closer to the ground each time. She hits the ground and slides on her stomach while making incoherent noises of pain and falling. Sprawled out on the sidewalk, feet up in the air and dazed, she slowly looks around and assesses what just took place. Meanwhile, her classmate has witnessed the entire ordeal and runs over to see if she's ok)

After picking myself up and hobbling to the PSU, I went to the trainer who patched me up. Nothing serious, just banged up and scratched. Scraped up my hands and my knee, got a big and rather gross looking scrape on my elbow, and my hip is all scraped up. I'm going to have an awesome bruise and will be sore for a bit. Here's a little photo for ya.





Don't worry, I'll be good as new in no time!

Now, today in my poetry class my professor wrote a bunch of random words on the board and told us to take one or two of these words and write the worst poem we could come up with. Two of these words happened to be walrus and acorns, which I used for mine. After a few of you asked me to post it, I have decided to let you read it. I think it's pretty funny. And awfully written. So here it is.

Don't Throw Acorns at the Walrus

Harbor
Water
Death.

Walrus
Acorn
Death!

Railing
Breaking
DEATH.

Water
Walrus
Death.

There ya go, kids.

Miles to Go Before I Sleep

I'm taking a poetry class this semester, which gave me a great idea. Once a week, I'm going to put one of my favorite poems on my blog and talk about why I like it. So, this week, the poem is Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. This is a poem I think a lot of people are familiar with. I love it because of its simplicity. Frost uses wonderful imagery in his poems and it makes me feel like I'm in the place he's describing. The poem has a peaceful tone, but also has an underlying serious feel to it. I love the opening line because the word order is so interesting. Frost could have just said, "I think I know whose woods these are," but instead, he changes up the sentence structure and turns it into something that's eloquent and beautiful. This poem also makes me laugh a little. Not the poem itself, but because of a story my AP Literature teacher told my class my senior year of high school. When she was in undergrad one of her classes discussed this poem, and a girl in her class was convinced that it was about Santa Claus. Now, I don't think this poem is about Santa at all, but that's one way to interpret it I guess. So here's the poem. I hope you get pleasure out of reading it.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

One Year

Yesterday was my one year anniversary of being at Mount Vernon. It feels strange to think I've been here for a year, because it feels like I've been here for a lot longer. When I made the decision to transfer, I had no idea what was going to happen. It wasn't easy; in fact it was really hard at some points, but I'm so thankful that God brought me here.

Coming to Mount Vernon for spring semester was very intimidating. I was starting during the middle of the school year. Everyone already had their set group of friends and knew their way around campus. I went from a giant state school to a small private one, which are worlds different from each other. I didn't know anyone, had to find my way around, figure out my classes and how everything worked. I was basically starting college all over again. I've said this before; if transferring is what God wants you to do, by all means do it. But if you don't have to, don't! It's a very tedious and stressful process. Honestly, I was terrified my first week here. I didn't really know what to do with myself. (If you knew me at all last year, there were quite a few times where I was a nervous wreck) Then, God started to put people in my life. They saw past all my anxiety and stress and accepted me for who I was. Wonderful people like my small group leader Rachel who gave me her shoulder to cry on when I only knew her for 2 days. My dear friend and teammate Alex who invited me to go running every week and would talk with me about my struggles. She also was one of the people who influenced me in my decision to run cross country again. There are many more people who have been great blessings in my life but if I put them all down I would run out of space! If you guys read this, I can't thank you enough for how much you've helped me. I care about you so much and I'm so thankful God put you in my life.

Looking back on this year, I can't believe how far I've come. I'm doing things that I never thought I would do. I'm on the cross country team, something that I absolutely hated in high school has now become a love of mine. I help lead worship for Athletes in Action, something I never expected to do. And I sing too! If you had asked me to sing a year ago, I would have adamantly refused. I'm a small group leader to 8 wonderful girls. I love seeing how God is working in their lives. I can't wait to see what this semester holds.

This past year has had its share of bumps in the road, but I wouldn't change it. God used this to help shape and grow me as a person and learn to seek Him in everything I do. It's so comforting to know He's been with me and will continue to be there for me. I'm so glad I came to Mount Vernon. This is where I'm supposed to be.