Jesus Saves

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This is the most hideous song I have ever heard, but I hope someday my son makes ridiculously silly YouTube videos for me.

I’d be so happy.

I’m still not sure exactly what I’m supposed to do on Mother’s Day.

In all truthfulness, I think I’m more “honored” on a daily basis when my husband does nice things for me - like surprising me with breakfast or keeping my son quiet in the morning so I can sleep in.

Today was spent in the church nursery with three toddlers, then afternoon tea with a professor and his partner.

My son reminded me how much he loves me by holding onto my dress while I cooked, and by bringing me his favorite book.

Now, it’s redbull time (mixed, of course, with cranberry vodka) and essay-writing, which will most likely last late into the night.

My husband is also finishing his essay - an American Studies piece on the folkloric value of Bible quizzing - so we’re keeping each other awake on this happiest of Mother’s Days.

An email I received on the graduation ceremony next week:

Owing to the large number of graduates, we will begin the student procession at 8:30 a.m. All graduates are expected in the loading dock by 8 a.m. Only those arriving on time are guaranteed seating in the arena.

I just received a letter in the mail informing me that I am registered to vote.

So maybe I’ll vote this year.

Yesterday was my last day of undergraduate college classes.

And as I left Moore hall for the last time, I walked away from the last 4.5 years of my life, ready to start something new: ready for my new beginning.

Graduation is in a week, after all final papers are turned in and exams have been completed.

And I feel melancholic, for sure. I’m not sure what I expected, but it’s nothing dramatic or amazingly spectacular. I just feel a satisfactory sense of accomplishment.

For all the times I heard getting married in school is a dumb idea, and it’s a bad plan to have a baby before I graduate, I managed to do it, and my grades actually are the highest they’ve ever been now that I have a mini-me. If anything, I think marriage made college easier because I got to stop worrying about dating, or if I would be able to pay my rent, or what I would do with the rest of my life.

Even so, I found myself listening to East West today, and songs I haven’t heard since OCG.

I’ve noticed that it’s at the times of greatest change that people struggle to hold onto the past. It’s at graduation that we begin to fear for the future and want to cling to our parents, or old homes, or monotonous routines.

I’m sure my graduation ceremony will have a speech or two about embracing the future and flying away on eagle’s wings.

For me, I’m looking forward to a long summer of relaxation and family afternoons at the beach, my sister’s impending relocation to the islands, and finally starting my book.

Hello, world.
(Goodbye, college.)

Love and Sex
By Tom Rapp

I wanna meet somebody that I can talk to
I wanna met somebody that I can make love with, not to
Bodies on bodies like sacks upon shelves
People just using each other to make love to themselves

And we all use our bodies for a place to hide
We meet all the other bodies with people hiding inside
And if all that is touching is just what you wear
Then I guess that not sharing is the only thing that we share

Somewhere, we lost true love, somewhere along the line
They say get it while you can
Oh get it while you can
But don’t get left behind

And if you don’t love the one that you’re with
Why don’t you wait for the one that you love
And she’ll love you, too

Today I met somebody that I can talk to
Today I met somebody that I can make love with, not to
She says love will get you through times of no sex
Better than sex will get you through times of no love
And we wrote that on the wall
We wrote that on the wall
We wrote that on the wall
And why don’t you
Write that on your wall, too