Month: April 2013

Nostalgia, anyone?

After 4 long, hard years it finally comes down to it: exam week. Friday was the last day of classes (Hallelujah!!). Saturday was my first exam (who has exams on Saturday, anyway???). I  have 1 today, 1 tomorrow, 3 Wednesday, some meetings Thursday, and Friday is graduation day. Not that I’m counting down. No way. Who does that?

I can’t believe my college career is ending. I came as a teenager thinking I knew a lot more than I did, I’m leaving as…as what? I’ve been educated by the best faculty ever. I’ve made some amazing friendships that I never thought I would. I’ve learned so much about life in general.

We all complain about things no matter where we are or how good we have it. I’ve been as guilty of this as anyone. But I’m gonna miss it next year, stupid rules and all. Actually, I might not miss the rules….

101 Places to See

Or at least 8. 

This summer I am going on a missions trip with 26 other people. We will be ministering in Austria, Germany, the Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary, Romania, Italy, and Switzerland. Needless to say, I’m a wee tad bit excited. The farthest I’ve been from the USA is a few hours into Mexico. And considering that I live in the Southwest, that isn’t very far. Problem, though: I didn’t have a passport. No problem, I thought, I’ll just apply for one, and it will be back to me in no time. WRONG! I applied in January, and because of various delays and difficulties I didn’t get my passport until just tonight. Needless to say, it’s been a bit stressful. I am so glad it came in. I’ve been praying a lot about it. It’s really easy to get discouraged when it seems like your prayers aren’t being answered. But when God finally does answer it’s always in an amazing way. 

The Light at the End of the Tunnel

16 days. Just 16. 16 days until I graduate. 

I’m ticking the things off my list. Senior recital, check. Last voice lesson *sniff sniff*, check. Tests, projects, papers…well, they’re getting there.

In 16 days I will be a real person. There is something about graduating from college that makes you consider yourself an adult. The only problem is that then you have to act like an adult. 

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

I hope it’s not a train…

Gone but not Forgotten

While I have been away plugging away at school in general and my recital in particular I have not forgotten to take a little time for tatting (People tell me about this phenomenon called “free time.” I’m still trying to figure out what it is…). Here is a little trinket I tatted up just in time for my recital.

Magnolia by Nancy Tracy

Tatted with embroidery floss of unknown brand

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And the World Goes On

Last night I sang my first and only Senior Recital. As a Voice Performance major, this is the capstone of my undergraduate education. I can’t believe it’s over! My song selection was thus:

Vivaldi: In furore iustissimae irae (consisting of 3 arias and a recit)

Faure: 4 Songs, Op. 51 – Larmes, Au Cimetiere, Spleen

Verdi: Addio del passato from La Traviata

Whitacre: 5 Hebrew Love Songs – Temuna, Kala Kalla, Larov, Eyse Sheleg, Rakut

Hoiby: Jabberwocky, always it’s Spring, The Serpent

It went really well. I made mistakes, of course. We always do, but no one in my audience could tell, which is a miracle. My friends described it as fantastic, exquisite, invigorating, wonderfully eclectic, brava.

But the real hero of my recital is not me. It is my Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. There were so many things that could have gone wrong. I could have gotten sick (a visitor staying in my room recently had a cold). I could have totally forgotten my music (it’s happened in rehearsal…). And when I made mistakes they could have been big, fat, and ugly (but no one even caught my mistakes). I was really hoping for a good crowd, and lo and behold, God allowed me to have a decent-sized (and very responsive) audience. There are so many other things that God prepared in advance so my recital could go well – my voice teacher, my accompanist, my formal, giving me a voice in the first place. God is so good. 

Happy International Tatting Day!!!

The tradition is to tat in public while eating chocolate (because chocolate makes everything better) and drinking a beverage of one’s choice. I don’t know if I can do all 3 at once, but I guess we’ll see.

It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’ve been so busy that I’ve barely had time to read blogs, let alone write one! But do not despair. I have not forgotten you. And I have pictures 😀

I tatted this heart for my mom as a very belated Valentine’s Day gift. She loved it 🙂

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This is my first actual needle tatting project. Yay! I am now ambitatterous (able to tat with both shuttle and needle)!! Pattern by Anne Bruvold (I had to tweak it, though, because SCMRs don’t work too well with a needle).