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I Absolutely Refuse To Let College Claim The Title, “The Best Years Of My Life”

Hello, faithful followers. My school year has begun and it promises to be a rewarding one. My concerns about being a distantly off-campus senior are long gone. In fact, when I am on campus in the evening, I find it incredibly strange to think that people live here all the time. There are activities late into the night. I thought I might feel that I am missing out, but instead, I have been struck by the absurdity of college on-campus life. I can’t believe I have spent the past three years of my life in this manner.

Who dreamed up this model? Who thought, hey, here’s a thought, let’s create this phase called adolescence where students think of only themselves and improving themselves for 13 years. Actually, make that 17, or more. Then someone else thought of Whitworth. Let’s create a place that is focused on building a community completely separated from the city of Spokane, where students have five to ten options for things to do on campus every single night. And if they don’t feel like doing those things, they can do live action role-playing in the loop, or sit around and give one another backrubs. It’s fun trust me. You don’t have to make friends at Whitworth, they are given to you. In fact, you have to run away from them or you will have far too many relationships to keep up with. Who does homework? My first year here, I didn’t do much.

That life was great for me as a freshman. I was dipping my toes into a new world and I needed friends. I didn’t have what it takes to build my own community at that point, but I will not let it stop me from learning. Whitworth has been an amazing induction into the beginning of my adult life. But I refuse to stay there. I don’t want to leave Whitworth still hungry for more endless fun and mandatory “community.” Please don’t take this as dissing on Whitworth. This place has made me, but I can’t stay here. None of us can stay here.

I am intentionally becoming the kind of person that will build a Christ-centered community around myself no matter where I go—one with the boldness to meet her neighbors with whom she may have very little in common.

I spent two years in love with a college campus, a dorm community. And I choose to spend my last two years here (last year, and the present one) in love with a city. Having a car helps, but my Roomie, Emilie is carless and commutes via bus (or—when I can get up at five to take her to work—via my car).

Now, I desperately need to write a paper that is due at three, but I hope to expand upon this theme: learning to love individuals—a campus, a neighborhood, a city. How can we address every life situation with the love of Christ? How do we know when we should alter our life situation to follow a calling and force ourselves to grow into the adults we want to become? This is what I am wrestling with. Wrestle with me?

I encourage you to share your stories (comment). How are you stretching yourself to become the person you hope to grow into?

Because Studying Is Boring

In my hand I hold a collection of apocryphal, arcane, and archaic words, which no one really uses, that seem made for the sole purpose of attenuating my prose (though their hope is that it will be aggrandized). But because I am so assiduous, this is my alternative mode of studying. I hope it will assuage my conscience and serve as an augury of my future success on the GRE.

I apologize again for how aberrant I must sound, but I deserve an accolade for trying and refusing to become acerbic. My acumen for writing will probably help me very little on this test created to admonish the one who thinks too much. Only the adroit test taker will succeed, so I must learn to turn off my brain and take on a feeling of adulation for the behemoth that is the standardized test.

I hate to adulterate my blog with this, as it is contrary to my aesthetic. Of course the assumption is that the one who does not know all of these words is artless.

I am actually shocked at the alacrity with which I am now learning. I am not enough of an ascetic to keep this up all day, though.

Alchemy was not a successful science, but to mock these words is a sort of alchemy. It makes them fun—even when they’re terrible—to amalgamate them all in one post. If you have to study this is an amenable way to do so.

The GRE is anathema, but I have to take it to burnish my application to graduate school (where I will study creative writing and never use these words). A standardized test after all I’ve done in undergrad seems a bit anachronistic. You want me to do geometry again? What an anomaly. Surely in the four years since I’ve done any math that part of my mind has atrophied.

To pose an antithetical argument, despite my antipathy, focusing for so long is a good discipline.

The apogee of my test-taking career will hopefully be in a little over a week when I take the test. Then I will no longer be an apostate in my compliance with such a test.

To apprise you, I am the apotheosis of a smart student who sucks at these tests. Dear universities, you wish to assay me, but I deserve your approbation and acceptance regardless of my GRE score. It is nothing but an aspersion guaranteed to belie me. Please do not be too astringent in this area.

Now, I realize that my use of some of these words might be a bit audacious but under the auspices of the Princeton Review flashcards, I am doing my best to use them properly. For your own studying, be sure to aver my usage.

The road to a big vocabulary is a baleful one, but it has been beatified by ETS over the years to beleaguer innocent students like myself.

Thank you for bearing with my bombast, all my bellicose rambling against the GRE. I don’t mean to be boorish. But to find a way to use all of these words I must be a bit boisterous, saying every crazy thing that comes to mind to bolster my vocabulary, which is now burgeoning. Somehow I’ll get through another byzantine application process.

On a side note. There are two types of arabesques. This one. And this one. How do I use that in a relevant sentence?