Letter to Claire

Dear Readers,

It has been a while! My life has become so full with school. So I thought I would share this email I wrote to my dear friend Claire. It is just a brief peek into some of what is happening in my life. 

Hello My Dear Claire!

I am so filled with joy to be at this school. This is the place for me. God knows that this was right for me. I have so much happiness when I pause to consider that I am in a place where I get to learn about anything I want. My brain is stretched by my studies in my Education class. My artistic mind and sensibility is being expanded through photography class. I am being enriched by the ideas of my smart and talented peers. I go to Gospel choir practice twice a week and always look forward to that "praise break", as Miss Tanya, our director puts it. I work hard all the time, but the work is so good. 

This week I saw a poster for a faculty cello recital of some Chopin and Schubert pieces. I love Schubert so I and about 30 old people and three random Conservatory students went. The musicians were world class. I love being at a place where I can just pop into a concert for free. The next day I climbed a tree on the big lawn outside Blanchard Hall (this was when I was trying to call you) to watch the sun glow through the trees and I saw the cellist walking back to his car. I called out, "Hello! Are you the man who played last evening?" He looked up and spotted me clinging to the tree, "Yes. That was me!" "Thank you! It was wonderful." He waved and walked off. 

Today I will head off to Photography and we will finish up the critiques of our first series of photos. This evening I will have Gospel practice and eat dinner with a friend. Then I will finish some paper writing. 

This morning I went to the local middle school to apply for a tutoring position as a part of my possible Education major. Yesterday I had a consultation with my Educ. teacher. He told me that as an artist I should consider teaching as another art form with humans as the medium. I will be praying about this. 

Well this turned out longer than I expected. I need to get back to my dorm and work on my mom's birthday package. 

I love you my friend. I am excited to hear about your adventures at Moody in the Big City!

Love,

LucyRose

Take a peek at Claire's fantastic blog here: http://clairescornercz.blogspot.com

Here are some photos I took to get myself acquainted with my school camera. I was just being a little silly.

Crazy Day

Today was insane. It is the second week of classes here at Wheaton College. Before my head hits the pillow I need to burn off the remaining caffeine from the espresso I drank, by telling you what all happened today.

7:00 Wake up and speed to Gospel, Church and Culture class.

9:00 Cross paths with Dwaine-From-My Spanish-Class, who tells me that I forgot an assignment.

10:30 Finish Spanish assignment and zoom to Chapel.

10:35 Doze a little in Chapel, even though I am sitting in the front row and am in plain view of the speaker and the school chaplain.

11:30 Education class. We discuss Aristotle. Brain hurts. In a good way.

12:30 Spanish class. Try to sit far away from the guy who was a little too eager to be my partner last time. Wedge self between footballers.

1:45 Lunch. Sit with Ian-the-Batman-Obsessed and his conservatory friends. Try to make conversation even though they are sarcastic about my lack of musical knowledge.

2:00 Over-Eager-Man from Spanish catches me outside cafeteria. Wants to talk. Reveals that he works as a nude model for an art school I almost attended. Offers me work as a nude model.

2:15 Feel uncomfortable. Am too nice. Leave.

4:00 Work out with Sisi and Leya. Sweat.

5:00 Call from Caribou Coffee supervisor, "LucyRose, where are you? You need to be here!"

5:30 Panting and sweaty enter Caribou. Coworkers are gracious and forgiving. All is well.

7:00 Make first ever latte.

9:15 Get ride home from Brittany. Thanks Brittany.

10:00 Laugh hysterically about Mr. Nude Model with Brittany and Joanna. Eat pop tart.

10:30 Josh-the-Eagle-Scout helps me put on my bike lights. Give Josh pop tart.

10:40 Blog.

Whew.

Lord, thank you for helping me survive this day. Give me rest in my mind and body. Let me be your servant.

Goodnight.