It’s Been a While….

So it’s been over a month since I’ve blogged, and I am ashamed.  I’ve recently been writing the old fashioned way — in a journal — and so I’ve been neglecting ye olde WordPress.

I just got back from my final Spring Break as an undergrad on Sunday and it’s a little weird.  It was odd to leave my parents house knowing that the next time I would be coming back not as someone who lived there but as a visitor…now that’s a transition.   Spring Break, however, was fabulous regardless of the staunch realization that I’m becoming a grown up.  I got to see most of the people that I hold of real importance in my life.  Over the last few months, I’ve really come to realize who the people that truly care about me are.  And even though I don’t get to see them often I know that my Omaha friends are ones that I will love dearly forever and who will always love me back.  I wish I could just carry them around in my pocket.  Ok, so that’s a little weird, but I think you get what I mean.

Had an interview at the end of February with the Air Force for a civilian job opportunity.  I still have yet to hear anything back, but I’m keeping my hopes up.  Civilian employment with any branch of military is an who different playing field and so it could be a while and I expect that.  But it is my number one choice which puts me in a pickle because, clearly, I have to keep applying for jobs as to not get stuck without one but at the same time I don’t want to be put in the position of accepting a job without having heard back from the AF.  But, I’m keeping faith that I’ll get the job that I’m supposed to and it’ll be where I’m supposed to be and where God wants me.

Well I suppose that’s enough for now, hopefully there will be more soon.


New Year New Title Set

So I’ve decided that the “Bekah v. _____” title set is so 2007 and it’s 2008 and thus, I have retired it.

So today I went to Yorktown Beach in Yorktown, VA and I was basically reminded that it’s still my favorite place, and I”m not sure why. I mean, it’s not a particularly hot or exotic destination, it’s just something about the beach, the people, and the surrounding town that I just love. But today was perfect. Perfect weather, perfect company, perfect place, and perfect bare feet in perfect ocean water. It all made for a very happy Bekah.

Bekah v. End of Semester Blues

So, I’ve sat here for approximately 4 1/2 hours attempting to write this paper and it’s just not working for me.  When it comes right now to it, I just don’t care about the U.S.-Australian Free Trade Agreement.  I just cannot find it anywhere in me to care about it.  I know what it is, I know what we get out of it and I just. don’t. care.

There are 5 days of class left in this semester…and let me tell ya, they are certainly giving me a run for my money.  I have four projects due by Friday and thus I should be a whole lot more motivated than I really am.  But I am not driven at all to do any of it.  And with less than a week left to get my marbles together, this is not a good sign.

The odd thing?  I still have to power through finals week and I’m not worried about those at all.  Finals–bring ’em on.  This week–you can leave, I’d be all right if I didn’t have to put up with you.  I suppose you can say that I am completely and totally zonked.  This semester has truly run me ragged, I’ve got close to nothing left.  And what I do have left, I need to save for finals and my 12 hour drive home.

However, in just over 2 weeks I will be headed to Chicago to pick up Jake, my neighbor from home and one of my favorite people ever, and we will begin the trek back to our families in good ol’ Bellevue, Nebraska.  Christmas Break, take me fast and take me hard…ready?  GO!

Bekah v. Spring Semester 2007

So this week has been a pretty great one.

On Monday I, with the rest of my team, presented our Advertising research design plan, I think we did spectacular. We used this as a part of our presentation. I suggest you watch it, it’s hilarious.

I also became a paid freelance writer on Monday after receiving a check for some bios that I’ve written for two different websites. I was very excited about that.

Last night I played Capture the Flag in the rain and it was fabulous, probably the most fun I’ve had in a while. Although I’m sure I probably looked a little out of place in my black shirt sneaking around in the darkness of night around buildings looking for the “enemy.” I’m surprised, especially with the recent events at Virginia Tech, that no one called the police on us and our probably shady looking shenanigans.

Most importantly, this week concludes the Spring Semester of 2007. As of 3:40 pm today I am finished with classes, and only 3 finals stand in between me and my senior year. I am most pleased with that fact. I don’t think pleased is the right word, I think elated is more of what I’m looking for. That being said, there are only 6 days between me and home, beloved Nebraska. That’s a phrase I never thought I’d say, “beloved Nebraska,” how things can change over the course of a stressful semester. I can’t wait to be home. 21 years old, and all I really want right now is my Mom–no shame here. Ha.

A year from right now, I will have finished my last undergraduate class and a a year and 9 days from right now I will be graduating with my Bachelor’s Degree in Public Relations. That’s terrifying, but relieving at the same time.

Tonight is Spiderman 3. Tomorrow is SLEEPING IN and no class, and NO studying. Nope, I shall not start studying till Sunday, my brain just can’t handle it. There will however, be packing, lots and lots of packing. The goal right now is to have everything packed up and in my storage unit or my car by Tuesday night so I can wake up first thing Wednesday morning, check out of my dorm room, study a little for accounting, go to the School of Journalism & Broadcasting’s picnic, take my accounting final, finish that in less than an hour, then get in my car and get the heck out of dodge.

Here’s to a fabulous weekend, finals, and being almost a senior.


Bekah v. Week of April 15th

There was nothing unusual about the start of this week, I woke up, laid around in my bed for a while wondering whether or not I actually wanted to get out of bed–I did. I showered, I put on some khakis and a green polo shirt some sandals, grabbed my purse and my bible and I headed to my car for church.

By the end of the service I realized that I am no where near where I should be with my faith, or with my God and I began to pray that he would take my world apart as he saw fit. Little did I know how quickly or how effective that dismantling of my shell of comfort that would be.

By 930 that evening I had lost my boyfriend, due to my own decision, and while it was for the best, it still stung. A little more than 12 hours after that I nearly lost several friends in the Virginia Tech shootings. Thank God they’re all safe, sound, and alive. Tuesday my projects began to pile up, and after the last two days that I had had I was ready to break down. (It didn’t help that my little sister’s senior prom was the day before all this happened and I missed it because I live to far away.) Tuesday night was the VT vigil on campus, 2500 people came. It was probably one of most surreal experiences I’ve ever had. It’s incredible how something that far away can have such an effect on people who (most of them) had had no connection with the incident other than CNN.

Wednesday and Thursday got a little better, things began to look like they were calming down. Friday was splendid until about 2 o’clock that afternoon, I had been going over my degree program and I found a few somethings that didn’t seem right, so I called around, talked with my advisor, did some number crunching only to find that I have 5 credit hours short of being able to graduate on time. I. was. devastated. Mad was not the word. I worked so hard on getting that thing put together and now because some advisor didn’t count right, didn’t fill out the paperwork right, didn’t double check their work right, now in addition to my job and my internship I somehow have to squeeze in 5 hours worth (which will really be 6 because so few classes are worth 2 credit hours) of classes. So much for a social life. I’d been so looking forward to having a mental break this summer and after this semester I really really needed it. Back to Metro I suppose.

The world isn’t over, but for a while this week I really thought my emotional and mental sanity was.

Bekah vs. Semi-Trucks

So today I left class around 930 so I could run by the ATM, fill up my gas tank, and grab a soda before I set off for Nashville. I got off campus in record time and had grabbed money, the gas, and the soda by 9:45 and was on my way. My appointment in Nashville wasn’t until 11:30 so I thought I was gonna be uber early since it only takes an hour to get there, so I started thinking of things to do before my meeting until about 15 minutes down the road traffic slowed down….really down. Wayyyyyy down. So down, that I spent the next hour and a half within the same 10 mile radius. With no visible construction or accidents and no sirens blaring I was at a loss for what was slowing everyone down.

So I call my trusty friend, Christy, who lives in Nashville, and ask her to check traffic conditions and she informs me of an accident that has happened near the border more than 4 hours earlier.

This must be some accident, I think, death and destruction. Absolute carnage, right?


I finally reach one of those light signs that tells you of traffic delays, and it says “ACCIDENT AHEAD, 1 MILE.”

Don’t you think it would have made a LITTLE more sense to put one of those WAY back, so that those that didn’t need to be on the interstate could get off and use back roads and cut down on the congestion? But that’s not the point.

So I start seeing orange cones, more orange cones, and some more. Finally, I see some D.O.T. trucks and a police car, and a semi that’s run off the road as well as two tow trucks that are attempting to remove the runaway truck from the grass beside the interstate.

I. was. frustrated. I know there’s nothing that could be done about it, and yes, the semi-truck had to be removed, but an hour and a half to go through 10 miles?! I was irritated, not to mention 30 minutes late for my meeting (thank God for cell phones) but I did finally arrive in Nashville at noon. 2 hours and 15 minutes to get to Nashville. Ridiculous.

So if that wasn’t enough.

I left Nashville (after a fabulous afternoon with Christy and Marion) around 4, and I get on the road and about 5 minutes down the interstate traffic slowed down….really down. Wayyyyyy down.

Here we go again.

So I spent the next while braking and going a little bit and braking and going a little more, and we pass a three car wreck. But traffic is still backed up. WHY?! So, another mile or three down the road, I see police cars off to the side of the road on the opposite side of the interstate monitoring a semi that is snapped in half. Yeah. Snapped. In. Half. Like an obtuse “V.” But after I passed that, it was pretty much smooth sailing, but it still took close to two hours to get home, which is still ridiculous. But I am now back in my dorm room, safe, sound, and traffic free.

You really shouldn’t waste your time on this

Post-it Note Elvis?!

Now that is neat, and I thought I was good with Post-Its…oh how I have so much to learn.


31 days till school is out. Thank the dear Lord. Starting May 12th I will have 3 glorious months of an awesome internship, work, BASEBALL, and hanging out with my lovely family and friends with absolutely no school work anywhere within 700 miles of my brain. How wonderful. And did I mention BASEBALL? I am so excited for the CWS this year, SO excited, I’m just hoping that I’ll be able to attend all the games.

As far as I have been made aware I have 2 more major projects, some more writing assignments and maybe some editing before the end of the school year, and I’m sure some other lovely requirements will pop up between now and Dead Day. Hopefully I can get at least one of those large projects done and out of my hair this weekend. We shall see. Here’s to 31 more days. Here’s to almost being a senior.