School Day Memory: Kidnapping and Frozen Custard

Happy NaBloPoMo! You can thank National Blog Posting Month for the blogger I am. I’ve had a blog for 2 1/2 years (and a Xanga for a year before that), but I started getting serious about blogging in October last year. Then I found out about NaBloPoMo. I thought it would be a difficult challenge, but I realized that I really enjoyed it! When I look back on that first NaBloPoMo experience I laugh, because I was excited to get a couple comments a day, and now you all bless me with many more comments (and I’m thankful, keep them coming)!

To celebrate this NaBloPoMo, at the end of each post this month I’ll mention something I’m thankful for.

Now, to our regularly scheduled programming. Today’s school day memory will take us back to the not so distant past of my junior year of college. It’s an appropriate memory for this time of year: crunch time. Every student knows the increasing level of stress manifesting itself in various ways (in me it’s eye twitching, hehe, funny story about that, but only funny if you know my college roommate, Dana) as the deadlines for the various papers and projects are near.

My second semester junior year was quite possibly my hardest semester in college (certainly in my undergraduate work…a couple of seminary semesters vie for the overall “hardest semester” title). It was my first semester as an all-out history major, so I had much to make up for, taking 4 history classes rather than the recommended 2. As all professors want weeks to be able to grade term papers, they always seem to make them due the same week.

This semester was no exception. If I recall correctly, I had 3 12-15 page papers due in a week’s time. Not being a procrastinator, I had a system set up to where I only had to write 2 pages a day per paper for two weeks and I’d get by (or something ridiculous like that). Organization fails when you have too much on your plate.

One of those days I holed myself up in my dorm room plugging away on the history of rainbows or some such meaningful topic (true, I wrote a paper on the history of the study of rainbows…) when there was a knock on my door. Two of my friends, K-Lai and Brooke, had stopped by and told me that they were kidnapping me.

I don’t like surprises. Really, I don’t. But I knew them well enough to trust them, so I did. They gave me a stuffed animal (a panda, I think…I gave it back to Brooke when she came down with mono the next semester) and took me to Rusty’s, our favorite place for frozen custard for a study break.

Hyped up on a crimson and cream frozen custard (strawberries and bananas, in this wonderful college town), I went home and finished up my 3 papers in minutes. Okay, I might be making that up, but I do know that breaks are necessary to this student, and I appreciate the friends that realized that that was so.

Other School Day Memories:

Kindergarten and 1st Grade: Kisses and Skunks
2nd and 3rd grade: Spitwads
3rd grade: Laundry Chutes and Floppy Disks
4th grade: Watching Whales
5th grade: Bad Grammar
7th Grade: Teacher Review
8th Grade: 100 Marble Pick Up
9th Grade: Science Nerd
10th Grade: Playing in the Rain
12th Grade: Sleepovers on a School Night
College Senior Year: Why Procrastination Might Not Be My Thing

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Firstly, I’m thankful for my God that saw fit to save me when I made my life an utter mess through my sin, sending His beloved Son to die in my place that I may live forever with Him.

8 Comments

  1. Dawn Says:

    Great post! I love to read your memories!

  2. It's All Good! Says:

    That’s what true friends are all about!
    God bless,
    Brenda :)

  3. It's All Good! Says:

    That’s what true friends are all about!
    God bless,
    Brenda :)

  4. Mrs de Miranda Says:

    Seriously what would you do without wonderful friends??

  5. Rachel Ann Says:

    I remember those days…we had mandatory quiet times in the dorms during end of semester…UGH! One night we decided that we were tired of working on papers and such and thought it would be a good idea to drive to Canada! LOL…never mind the fact that I went to a Christian college and we had a curfew!

    We got about 30 minutes from the border and decided to turn around because most of us were asleep by then! Good times.

  6. CaraBee Says:

    I keep thinking I should give NaBloPoMo a try. Go you!

  7. Vicki Says:

    My best friend in college and I used to do crazy things during finals week. It was what kept us sane.

    All the other things we’re thankful for in our lives pale in comparison to being thankful for the saving work of Jesus. Thanks for proclaiming that!

  8. K-Lai Says:

    Those were fun times. :) I remember meeting Brooke at the rock garden and we were being all sneaky-like. It was a great time!

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