Each loyal heart upraises a cheer to thy glorious na-a-a-ame...
O-U-A-C-HI-TA!...
Wow, today brings back memories. My four years at Ouachita were some of the best of my life (ha-remember "The Best of Life"?). I am convinced that just as the 80's were the best decade for music and fashion (well, music at least), they were the best time to go to OBU. We still had a curfew, but that was part of the fun-the guys didn't have to announce when they were going to serenade, because they knew we'd all be there anyway! And we had Walt's. They were also full of firsts--my first time to share a room, first dance (well, first dance where I actually danced), first time to eat cafeteria food (I know, I was spoiled. Always took my lunch), first food fight!, first date, first kiss, first boyfriend, first break-up, first time to share a room, first time to start a daily quiet time with God, first mission trip, first vacation without family, first overseas trip...
Since Angie, Dina, Jennifer, and the rest of Flippen First Floor (see Angie's post) used to gather in my room at night to listen to me read my journal entries from previous years, I thought I could share my September 6 entries from each of the 4 years I was at OBU! Then I read them. When I picked myself up off the floor where I was cringing in humiliation, I decided to be a little more discerning about what to share with the world. So here is my sophomore year, September 6, 1986, the year of the 100 year celebration, (and my least embarrassing entry) only slightly edited:
We were going to sleep late this morning and Mom called at 7:30--AAAH! They were going to Fort Smith and wanted to ask me some questions first. I went back to sleep until lunch time after we hung up. I ate real fast, then changed & went to OPEC. The convocation was good, but LONG. We sang, Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, and John Threet spoke, they named off what went in the time capsule--it was cool. We had a picnic tonight--ate with Dina, Lance, Steve, and Tauna. Angie didn't have a very exciting time on her date, just nice. Felley got to help lower the time capsule--my name and picture are in there a few times! Ang & I made cookies, studied, and watched TV tonight. MaryAnn took us to WalMart to get Grunge's pictures of the retreat--they are good! Dina got some good news tonight--she's going to be in a movie!
I might be convinced to share my freshman year, but only with lots of begging. And even then, I'll have to edit. I was such a dork!
8 comments:
Ha! That's ok, Kecia. I burned a journal I had from high school because I was so embarassed by what was in it that I never wanted ANYONE to be able to read it! Good thing we grow up, huh?!
Hey Kecia!
So much fun to read this! And, you are a brave woman--my journals are literally under lock and key!!
Come on! Share the freshman year one!!
aren't journals fun?
I ripped up my college journal. It had some great literary style. There was a time in it, that my continued writing was helping improve my writing. However. The content? Hmmm... It wasn't edifying.
Blogs are so much more fun than journals ever were. You get to show the world the good things of your life. And thus, you get to reflect about the good things. The things you learned. An effort to see the glass half full.
Your new page layout is bright.
I. LOVE. YOU. VERY. MUCH!!!!!
The two best things I got from Ouachita are Charlie and you. Oh and my diploma.
Only print journal entries that do no incriminate or embarrass your former roommates.
P.S. What movie was Dina in?? And was my date the one I think it was....with a certain someone who left his date with me to go on another date with the girl he ended up marrying???
more more more!!
I love those years, too!! Love that I know who you are talking about when you read these! And I'm so tickled that as of right now, my 11th grade son is leaning towards going there as well!!
I'd love to read some of your freshman year entries!!
I have a journal from my junior high school and high school years that I re-read every once in a while and debate about getting rid of every time I open it. There's some good things and some bad things in there. I don't want it ever to be found and read by my family. But I suppose there are good and bad things in me and the only thing I can do is pray that the bad things get good.
(ciumat! He just left for Ultimate Frisbee with the students.)
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