First, if you are swinging by to check on my sunburn: Yes, I am still peeling from head to toe. Thanks for caring (Haha!). Second, one more day before the weekend (Sorry not sorry, I consider Friday 1/3 of the weekend.) arrives! Who is excited?! Third, I just realized what day it is. I have just over one week before classes begin again. Wowzers.
Yesterday, I purchased my books for classes, and I, like always, was blown away by how much they would be for the semester. It should not surprise me--I mean, I am three years into this...--but it does. If you are a college student, thank your lucky stars for the professors that post their readings online. They are truly a godsend. On the flip side, I have a remarkable collection of books from my history classes, so I am stacking the bookshelf with all things American history!
This week has been chalk full of adventures. I went to Pooler for a shopping excursion in which I bought nothing, but my indulgence in a banana pudding milkshake and chocolate-iced donuts made up for losses. Tomorrow, I am going furniture shopping in Dublin, not for myself of course. This is not just any ordinary, furniture shopping experience. This is like Black Friday for couches, chairs, cabinets, tables, etc. I am not entirely sure of the company's name, but every month, once a month, they market their furniture at insanely discounted prices. These prices are due to an issue (ranging from major to minor) in the product. My mom once bought a couch from this sale at $175 (!!!!). It sits great, and the only "flaw" we found has been a speck (Yes, a speck.) in the fabric. It takes a trained eye to notice it. Anyway, people line up hours from all around (Try 3-5 hours...) in advance of the sale, waiting to be admitted by number. The entire shopping experience is so overwhelming that it takes a team. One stands by the cash register waiting for the call and two runners looking for a piece of furniture and ready to dial the third teammate. The object: pray that your piece of furniture is not swiped before you can call it. For my troubles ("troubles"), I intend to be rewarded in homemade cheese straws and donuts from a delicious, local bakery in Dublin.
This week, I also found an opportunity to be more engaged in my final year of college. My university's student conduct board is searching for and interviewing applicants for membership to the board. I have done some research into the organization, but their website is oddly vague. However, one has to remember that such a role would be quiet or confidential with respect to its members and their roles. While my heart sinks at the thought of an interview (if my application was selected), some part of me is like, just do it. I will not know if I am selected until mid-August. Fingers crossed for this opportunity!
Among other things I did this week (This week has been...exhausting but satisfying.), I began thinking about this blog in terms of the future. Where do I intend to take it? What do I intend to do with it? Will I expand it? Will I contract it? The future is nothing short of a mystery, but that is what makes it so gripping. What I mean by expanding, contracting, its future, its present is: the content portion of East of Grace. While these sorts of questions are nothing new in my mind, I am revisiting it again with a fresh set of eyes. Over the past few days, I have been scheming about things that I would want to write about, envisioning the potential in East of Grace, and I hope to share more in the future. Again, it is a mystery. I have also contemplated renaming the category that I currently file my posts under. While college is where I am in life now, it is not where I will always be.
This weekend, I am cleaning up and cleaning out my room, backpack, car, etc. Apparently, my spring cleaning fever has finally arrived in the summer. Cheers to that. What are you up to this weekend? I hope your plans are memorable!