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Name: jules Gender: Female
Interests: God. My churches. My friends. My sweet 4th-6th grade choir. Love. My pink Bible. Not breaking another cell phone. Taking pictures. Occupation: Student Industry: Education/Research
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4/21/2003
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| i am sick, and it is NOT fun... i've been just going from class to class today, taking quizes and exams, and i hardly remember being in them at all. too many memories from senior year. i could insert a few, but 1. i don't feel like it. 2. many of them have been read/known by the few who continue to "do" xanga.
I LOVE my first graders this semester. they're my favorites. sometimes, i sneak them candy into their backpacks.
don't attribute me to the growing childhood obesity rate in mississippi. i ate candy. kids need candy sometimes. it's a proven fact.
wave connection, morgan's play at Northeast CC, my dad's birthday, dee's soccer game, AND a family reunion= my weekend. pray i will be well to enjoy the festivities and goings on that are to come.
ROLL that RECAP:
SOPHOMORE YEAR AT OLE MISS:
Wednesday, October 18, 2006 i love my brothers. don needs to come on home from iraq. today.. or november 26, whichever. :D i love my Message Bible. it's refreshing.. i want to burn my planner. i am eating more vegetables. i think people reading my xanga from france are kinda creepy. i wish i could be sleeping right now. i love my French professor. She rocks. i love my Ballet teacher. She is precious.
FRESHMAN YEAR AT OLE MISS:
Tuesday, October 18, 2005 there's a banner on top of my xanga that says, "How many days a week do you eat take-out food?" hahaa...uh, every night.
SENIOR YEAR AT TUPELO HIGH:
Thursday, October 21, 2004 Cat Serv wrote this verse out for me, and it is so perfect for me this week.
"Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace." 1 Corinthians 4:16
Dehydration=NOT FUN!
3 BAGS OF GLUCOSE=NOT FUN!
10 HOURS OF CONFUSION=NOT FUN!
I am in the BEST 'ole mood! time to go to bed! prayer breakfast in the morning...then THREE doctors appointments, then SCHOOL!! yay for school!
(emotional much? hahaha)
and finally....
JUNIOR YEAR AT THS:
Saturday, October 18, 2003 Lori, Sonia, and I went 80s Day shopping last night. We're making t-shirts and wearing "funky" earrings, bright shoelaces in Keds (ugh. I hate 'em still, but I'll wear em. ) oh and we are possibly wearing pants that Sonia's dad couldn't sell when 80s clothes FINALLY went out of style. hehe. oh and we're wearing scrunchies in ponytails on the sides of our heads. I am so excited.
have a lovely day. :D
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When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
Refrain
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
Refrain
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
Refrain
But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!
Refrain
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Refrain beautiful. do you know the story behind this particular hymn? The song writer's name is Horatio Spafford, and he wrote it in 1873. he had encountered two very difficult times in his life: the Chicago fire of 1871 ruined his wealth, and the same year, his four daughters were on a ship with their mother, crossing the Atlantic, when it collided with another ship, and his daughters died. Their mother survived though. Weeks later, he was riding on a ship, passing through the same spot his daughter died, and the Holy Spirit gave him the words to this song. amazing? makes my difficult times in my life seem so very trivial. | | |
| come to Ole Miss, and i'll tour you around and stuff.
please pray for the Lockhart family. Rodney was a guy in my graduating class at Ole Miss, and he was found shot to death today in his apartment... i can't handle it. i'm feeling so sad for them. lots of prayers please? he was on the track team at our college, and he was friends with a bunch of my friends....
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| hey, you know how people say, "if you can't do anything else, teach."
that is so wrong. haha.
i am in intro to special ed right now, a required class for all education majors (except music majors i think), and it is so hard. we have to read so much material, we have pop-quizzes every class, and we had to buy a 6 inch binder for the class. have you ever seen a 6 inch binder? it's HUGE!!! last semester, i was in an early literacy class that counted for 6 hours, and literally.. our exams were ALL essay questions, and i would use 2 BLUE BOOKS every time. front and back pages.... and i would do that in 2 hours...
so, take my advice, don't every say that phrase in front of me.
i love junior year so far. i love being in oxford all the time, and i love my classes. i love having my sweet roommates, and i love going to RUF... it's just absolutely wonderful, but i want to go home so badly right now. i need home: my mama, my daddy, my sweet little brother, my bed, my dogs, my girls, my pool and lay-out chair, my church, my sunday school class... i keep thinking, "time to go home!" because of how i was last semester, going home all of the time. i'm really trying to stick with my goal of staying here, but i'm just going to be honest with you... when both of your roommates go home, and you are stuck sitting in your quiet three bedroom apartment with so much homework your head is spinning, you just start getting really lonely. three times tonight, i started to load up my car, and i stopped myself. i don't think i'm really meant to be a typical college student who stays in her college town all of the time.... but nonetheless, i'm trying.....
a guy knocked on my door five minutes ago, and literally i almost peed on myself... it scared me so badly. when i opened the door, he was like, "ugh... wrong room." hahaa... it made me laugh.
okay, i've really got to work on homework for Dr. Shelton's class (why, yes, i do have Dr. Shelton again... for my English 250 "applied writing" class.. and i love her.), write my introductory speech (i don't know anything about myself... seriously, i've been working all day, and i have nothing... and it is only supposed to last one minute.. haha. this class is going to be the death of me.), write two essays, AND... read a chapter in special ed, three chapters in speech, and two chapters in astronomy.
BLAH BLAH BLAH
this would be a fantastic time to be at super summer..... singing the "form the banana" song... alongside my girls and ally. take me to that place. | | |
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