Hi there! Happy Wednesday! I’m on campus for a political science club meeting, from which I have a rather interesting story to share. However, first, the trip to St. Simon’s Island. A few photos from the trip coming your way.
So, this week, I uploaded photos from the trip to St. Simon’s that my sister and I took a few weeks ago, and I have to say, I wish I was there again…and I am not even a super-fan of the beach. Still, it is crunch time, yet again, and I am feeling the pressure in these remaining weeks of class (Only two to go—Not counting exam week!). So, any trip would suffice at this point!
Also, disclaimer: I was not wearing any eye makeup, soooooo....Yeah!
I will be the first to say that I have never personally driven to the beach. Furthermore, I don’t go to St. Simon’s often. In fact, the last time I traveled there was on a science field trip in middle school (A.K.A. centuries ago). This trip was supposed to be easy-breezy. Nothing too complicated or stressful. So, when I set the location in my phone, I set it to just St. Simon’s Island. At the time, my thought process was: St. Simon’s Island must have road signs that indicate the way to the beach. I have been to Tybee Island multiple times, and Savannah has signs posted everywhere. I was feeling hopeful, if not confident…little did I know. Little did I know, indeed…
We cruise into the city and begin looking for road signs and whatnot, and we found a road that connected to Sea Island. The thought process: The road to Sea Island must have led to beach access. This was the directional sign I had expected. It wasn’t, and it didn’t. It led to The Cloisters at Sea Island, a private resort. Before I had even registered where or what that was, I had noticed the grand hotel on the marshlands and thought it was another millionaire’s mansion (They are plentiful in St. Simon’s.). The grandest mansion I had ever seen. However, it was not, and we turned around immediately at the gates, not daring and too embarrassed (Most of the cars driving onto the property were three times more expensive than my own car.) to make eye contact with the security guards at the gate.
We retraced our path, and once again, I am literally driving blind at this point while telling my sister to look for the nearest road that connects to the east (An east coastward road leads to the beach. Again, my thought process.). Somehow, after turning around three different times, I eventually take over navigation and driving because we are low on gas (Mind you, I am one of those people that hyperventilate at the fourth mark, even though I have good gas mileage…Is there anyone else like this?!) The one we picked was behind a church, a public beach access point between two residential houses.
This was not a normal beach access point, and there were not herds of people walking through it. In fact, I was the only one brainless enough to walk between the houses to look at the “beach access”, and I honestly felt like I was trespassing on private property as I silently prayed no aggressive dog would jump the fence and attack me. Moreover, it was such an awkward, random spot for public access that I was afraid to walk on the wooden staircase which looked newly built, and from the looks of things, was a direct descent. Needless to say, I stretched just far enough to peek over the ledge to find that it was a sea cliff (Not idyllic, stunning, picturesque Pacific Coast material, mind you), and I didn’t observe long enough to check for the presence of sand. At that moment, I caught myself thinking about the logic in building a staircase leading to the bottom of the sea cliff where the last step is literally dipping your toe into water.
Funny story behind this photo, after AP took it, she laughed and was like: "Grace, you look like a tourist." And, I felt it was a better assessment than what I had in mind. Personally, I felt like I looked like a total soccer mom! Haha!
Thoroughly confused, haunted, and traumatized, I googled the closest gas station, which I expected to be off the island given that I noticed very little gas stations as we drove onto the island. The last thing I wanted to do was to be trapped there. Thank God, one was nearby. After pumping gas, I searched for beaches in St. Simon’s, and we used the first one in GPS. That did the trick, and it was so cold and windy outside (Like, Saharan desert-storm winds with sand blowing everywhere.) that we left the beach ten minutes later. This was all fine by me because I am more of a mountain and city girl. Before going home, we stopped by The Village (indirectly touring more of the city as we looked for a parking spot in or near The Village), ate ice cream (So, so good!), and walking into several of the local shops. If I had to guess the total time we were physically doing things within St. Simon’s, I would argue thirty minutes. We spent five hours between traveling to and from St. Simon’s and aimlessly driving around the city. All in all, and despite everything, I have found a lovely place to retire. The houses were absolutely gorgeous, and the neighborhood seems quite welcoming.
^^^These multi-colored shacks were the cutest! And, for as many pictures as I wanted to take of them, I also did not want to look like a weirdo.
Now that I have taken care of that long story, I can catch you up to speed. Last week, I went to a political science club meeting where the top of the agenda included nominating and electing officers. Walking in, I did not expect much except to vote on who I felt should be representatives of the club. I was off the mark. Somehow, in the mix of things, I was nominated (Appointed, rather, because I had no competition) for social media coordinator, which is ironic because I was unaware that the club had a social media presence. I was surprised and terribly unprepared, and unfortunately, I had to give an impromptu speech on why I should be elected for the position, which might have been the most awkward thing I have done this semester. But yeah, to my amazement, I am officially the social media coordinator of the political science club at Georgia Southern University!
This week I submitted a draft of my research proposal, and the moment I finished, the biggest burden had been lifted from my shoulders. I dedicated much of my attention to styling it in a manner that I was familiar with in the realm of political science, and I pray that it measures up. However, I have my doubts. Although, I will say that it is a starting point, and having a starting point is infinitely better than having nothing. Now, I can redirect my attention to other objectives, while I patiently and anxiously await its return.
This house. This is the house I need, such a classic!
This weekend, I am taking the pre-LSAT to gain a better idea of the testing experience and the test’s content itself. I hope to use the total score to continue to refine my career choice decision. I constantly remind myself that this summer is THE summer. It is this summer that I will take the GRE and LSAT, and I have never felt more anxious. It probably has not helped that I haven’t prepared for any test, but I intend to use the month of May and June to hammer on studying. Things are definitely coming into fruition, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Have a fantastic week (what remains of it)!