Monthly Archives: August 2011

My MIA Identity


I already lost my identity two hours into college. I thought I was doing good too. Everything in my room was put away for the most part. It actually looked good. And several people helped haul all of my stuff up to my dorm room.

I had a small problem though. I already lost my i.d. card.

I already lost the most important item that I’ll need while in college. It is practically my life on a small piece of plastic. It was my meal ticket, and I am pretty sure it is my access to my dorm building.

I knew had it when I was crowded in the elevator with five other very large boys who were nice enough to take all my stuff to my room. But from there it was lost.

After two hours of unloading and depositing all of my stuff in drawers, closets, and under my bed I felt great. Everything seemed like it was in place. All was right in the world and I was going to get to eat pollo con queso.

Except right as I locked my door to leave, I had this realization. My i.d. card was gone. No where to be found.

I freaked out. Okay, I more than freaked out. I had a small ultimatum. My right eye began twitching, and I could feel my panic level rising. I knew this wasn’t good. To me the world was ending.

Here I am supposed to be responsible and be able to keep up with all my stuff. Yet, I lost this most important item. I scoured the hallway, the stairwell, and my room.

Mom was determined that it was not lost. Just misplaced. I thought she was being ridiculous. Of course, it was lost. If I couldn’t find it might as well been as good as gone.

Thankfully, I had the  idea to go downstairs and see if it ended up there. Maybe I did indeed drop it, and someone was nice enough to turn it in.

I asked the nice guy behind the desk. I told him I lost my i.d. card. He cracked a smile but refrained from laughing. I asked if they had had any cards returned to them.

Luck isn’t normally on my side. I do things wrong all the time. Today, though, I was in luck. Maybe, God just felt like smiling upon me and thought I should be reunited with card. I am not sure. Nonetheless, I was reunited with my identity.

So among the chaos of today, I can already tell college is going to be an adventure. I am not sure what kind of adventure God has in store for me. I can only hope He doesn’t have me chase after my identity again.


On your mark, get set…


A week from tonight I will be all moved in at MTSU. And to that I say, I cannot wait. I only have to wait seven more short days until I am out on my own and starting my own life. I am ready to go.

For the past month and half, my life came to a slow sputter. I have not really don’t all that much if anything at all. I am worthless when I am not doing anything, and my life has felt very insignificant.

So, I haven’t really had much to write home about or in this case my blog. When all you do is sit at home and read book after book or watch never ending episodes of NCIS, life can get monotonous quick. I have had no witty thoughts to share or awkward situations happen. No, life has been very slow. Very boring.

When I graduated high school, I dreaded the thought of going to college. I didn’t want to leave everything, and I didn’t want to be left. Three short months later, my attitude has changed completely, and I am definitely ready to stop sitting at home and get on with my life.

Do I know what college is going to be like? No, I haven’t been so I don’t really know what to expect. Very few of my close friends are going to the same school with me, so in essence I am starting over completely.

Last Monday, I met my roommate. A girl whom I do not know and who lives two hours away from where I live now. We met at Starbucks, and we got the opportunity to sit and talk for a coupla hours.

Meeting someone you don’t know can be awkward. I imagine that is what if feels like to be going on a blind date. Except, if I didn’t like her there would be nothing I could do about it. We would be living together.

Thankfully, we hit it off wonderfully. I prayed for a really long time that God would place a good roommate into my life. And I think He has. I will just have to wait and see to know for sure.

So here I sit. It’s my last weekend at home before I move. It’s weird to think about. I am about to be an adult. I am about to be on my own and doing my own thing. And finally I am excited. For the past two days, I have helped two different friends stuff all their belongings into trash bags, boxes, and suitcases.

Now, it’s my turn to be doing all the packing, and I can’t wait.