Photos that need some explanation

April 29, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all!

One of my favorite things to do in my spare time (besides checking in on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Vine) is scrolling back through the photos on my phone.

Sometimes I go back only a few days, and other times I take a full-fledged sentimental trip down memory lane from as far back as my little photo library will hold.

Today, I was scrollin’ on through and realized the sheer magnitude of funkiness that some of my photos possessed. SO. I decided to share a handful of Drury-related ones with y’all.

First Up: I grew a beard. 

Every time I see this little gem, I cringe and giggle simultaneously. I know, I know, it’s one of those typical shots of some ‘CRAZY” kids bein’ super silly and wearing random props. But this night was the epitome of heinous.

I may or may not have nervously suggested that my friends partake in a dance party that I secretly wanted no part in. And it somehow resulted in this picture, followed by some impressive pre-rehearsed mind blowing choreography that lasted until the wee hours of the morning. ON A SCHOOL NIGHT. Good grief, we’re rebellious.

Next: Wind-blown Beauty. (?)

Do you ever think you’re looking REAL great, and then you take a looksie at your face and realize you’re quite the opposite? Unfortunately, that happens to me quite frequently.

My friend Katie and I were just chilling by the fountains on the day of the National Champ parade when we spotted this majestic panther. It was obvious that it was not only a photo op, but the perfect scenario for me to attempt to put my new found “college-girl pose” to good use.

Well, I thought I looked nothing short of a model in this picture, I even had the wind blowing around in my mane! Alas, this unfortunate beast occurred. But it’s still a great memory of the parade!

Third: What rhymes with “hopeless sonic slush addiction”?

Welp. There’s that.

I’d like to say that these were collected over a matter of weeks, but nope. All of these sonic cups were accumulated within about 6 days.

When it’s terribly and unseasonably cold outside, ya gotta counter it by drinking something deliciously tropical! Or at least that’s my justification for this sinful amount of Sonic drinks. That’s what I get for hanging with Laney nonstop. But that’s what happens in college, you go through phases of obsession. I’ve been in a 3 month Nutty Bar coma and I don’t know if I’ll ever wake up.

Lastly: I’m a little too proud of my raincoat. 

So, something that I’m very sad to report is that things do get stolen in college. Within the first few weeks of school, my favorite periwinkle rain coat was gone from my life forever. It took me until this semester to finally get a new one.

Do y’all know how much precipitation has fallen since the first week of school?? A lot. But now, I am no longer that girl with a sopping wet sweatshirt on. I’m water resistant now, baby!

I was so excited and proud of the new member of my outerwear apparel family that I wore it for about 4 days straight, it even got acquainted with my bed for a while.

Well, you can guarantee that there are more awkwardly unfortunate pictures on my phone that need to be explained, but the degree of embarrassment is a little too high for my liking.

Hopefully one day I’ll have the courage to post them.

Until then, DU Work.

Phil 3

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116 till the day I go, bro.

April 17, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all!

I honestly cannot wrap my head around the fact that this school year is almost over! I get weirdly sentimental when I rehash the happenings of my first year of college.

One of the things that made my first year so enjoyable was the fact that I lived in the best dorm (in my opinion) on campus; Sundy! Now, Sunderland is primarily a freshman dorm, but the 4th floor is full of upperclassmen. For some reason I always saw myself living up there my sophomore year. But I am excited to tell you that I am NOT!

After several months of anxiousness, waiting. and little tiny baby pit stains from nervousness, my worries of next year’s housing are no more!

My GURLZ.

Drury’s housing process is actually really efficient. It’s like a little game of the Price Is Right (shout out to Drury alum, Bob Barker). Housing selection goes by the total number of credit hours of all of the members in the prospective group. If you don’t get your first choice, you can always keep trying until you get something that works.

Luckily, me and my GURLZ, got a four person apartment. HOWEVER, the catch is there’s only 3 of us… so perhaps a fourth girl can snuggle on in with us… or we can just be a trio of sass. Snuggle vs. Sass is a win-win for me.

I will definitely feel like a little adult next year with an OVEN at my disposal. Which really means that I’ll feel like a little child because the tastiest thing I can cook is Bagel Bites.

But the absolute best part of this whole thing is… our apartment number. I understand that’s not a typical trait to be excited about, but y’all just listen up:

So they finally call us up to choose our destiny for next year. We were some of the very last people to be called since we only have 3 students’ credit hours to contribute to our total. But it’s a hair flip because it all worked out for the best. There were only a handful of apartments left, but I spotted our lil beauty from a distance and knew it had to be ours. 116 baby, 116. 

116 is the reference of one of my favorite verses that instills the importance of never being ashamed of The Gospel. That is definitely something I am striving to remember and implement in not only my college career but for the rest of my life. It’s also the signature number of a group of my favorite rap artists, the 116 Clique. You can check them out right here. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t referenced my girl(z) as the DU 116 Clique, except for the part that none of us can rap. But those are minor details.

That was the determining factor that let us know that we made a solid choice on our place of living next year. It’s extremely satisfying and exciting.

I’ll keep y’all updated on this whole process, and as always,

DU Work.

Romans 1:16

 

 

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On the grind in Georgia.

April 11, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all!

Based on how much rightly deserved publicity Drury has gotten over the past few days, I’m assuming you are well aware that we brought home YET ANOTHER National Championship title.

DU Men’s Basketball was certainly on the grind in Georgia. LUDA.

You can click here to find some reeeeally good stuff in regards to what all has gone down the past couple of days.

But as always, I’m here to share my perspective of this magical weekend.

Gorgeous Georgia

The party started at 9 o’clock sharp on Saturday night. And by party I mean, a grueling 12 hour bus ride straight through the night to the wondrous city of Atlanta, Georgia. I mean, I got ready in a truck stop bathroom, so that’s kind of a party, right?

We finally rolled into ATL a few hours before the game started, so we decided to try to enjoy the festivities. Consider them unenjoyed. We were all too anxious for the game and just wandered around aimlessly until it was “bidness” time.

Fast forward to the game: I. Can’t. Even. Describe. How. Awesome. It. Was. My throat is still recovering from the past several weeks of pure screaming, this weekend being the worst in particular. It didn’t really even register to me the magnitude of it all until a few hours later. Just those words: National… Champions. What?

My GURLZ in front of the CNN HQ… or something

A lot of us tried to storm the court but those security guards knew a thing or two about crowd control. This elderly woman with a bungee cord rounded me up real fast and slingshotted me back to my seat. Where I then respectfully cheered on top of my chair after silently vowing to never cross an elderly woman with a bungee cord in her possession.

After the game, we were so hyped that we valiantly marched back to our chariots of victory (charter busses) and made sure to inform all of the peasants (innocent bystanders) of our noblest warriors’ (basketball players) magnificent accomplishment (NCAA DII CHAMPS).

Unfortunately. my bus was unable to attend the reception at the players’ hotel because we had to beat it back to our hotel in Chattanooga. We got a solid night sleep and were ready at 7am to bring it on home. Did I mention that this trip was only $20? Thank you Drury boosters, alum, and everyone else!

I was screaming as I took this.

The basketball team finally made it back home a few days later after schmoozing in ATL all weekend. As they should have.

Currently, I have post-game depression. These past few weeks… I’ve had the time of my life and I am unbelievably proud of our basketball team, as well as our men and women’s swim and dive teams, who also brought home national champ titles this season.

 

 

It feels great to be a panther.

Seriously, All we DU is win.

 

 2 Tim 4:7

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Louisville.

April 1, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all!

So I’m just gonna skip my usual attempt at being humorous in the intro and get right into the subject of this post:

WE ARE GOING TO ATLANTA!

Now. Let me back up a little bit to this past weekend… 

This weekend, the Drury Men’s Basketball team competed in the NCAA D-II Elite 8 tournament in good ole Louisville, Kentucky. To be completely honest, I am not a sports reporter (shocker), so If you’re yearnin’ for recaps or stats of the games then you can click here.  I’m here to tell you about this weekend from my perspective, because obviously it’s the only one I’ve got!

Drury took 2 full charter busses loaded with boosters, students and alumni to Louisville last thursday with dreams of seeing not one, but two great games that would hopefully result in a trip to Atlanta for the ‘ship. Drury Fanthers did an INCREDIBLE job of making the cost of the trip reasonable for us poor college students. It was a solid $35 for the bus ride to and fro, two nights in a hotel and game admission.

Despite the great distance, there were tons of DU fans. The picture on the right shows our sheer excitement before the game again Western Washington. There were about 3 times as many fans already in the stands when this picture was taken. Luckily, my heinous duck face isn’t too noticeable in that shot.

Although watching the guys play was with out a doubt the pinnacle of the weekend, the whole experience was a blast. I met new people, tried new food, and even learned the struggles of life without consistent wifi access.

One of the best feelings was the countdown of the last 45 seconds of the WWU game when we KNEW we had them beat. Every security guard and police officer came and lined up in front of the student section so we wouldn’t storm the court. How great is that?

At that moment twitter and Facebook blew up with posts about Drury’s victory and how pumped everyone was for the championship in Atlanta. I can personally tell you that i’ve never been more excited for a game in my life.

We tried to settle down for the long bus ride back to Springfield but it was extremely difficult. We finally arrived on campus at 2am Sunday morning. My sleep cycle and my sore throat have yet to recover from this weekend’s festivities but that’s a small price to pay for the phenomenal time that I had.

I just have one question for y’all…

Will I see you in ATLANTA???

 

DU Work and Happy Easter

Isaiah 53

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Precious Professors to Terrifying Tunnels

March 26, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all.

I’m about to get sappy real quick. So, you’ve been warned. I have a little story at the end, so stick around!

As you may have read in this blog post, over Christmas break I went to an eye specialist in Ohio and had some eye muscles snipped and sewn all over the place. It was a grand experience and I looked like a demon for about 3 weeks. But I rocked it.

My professors were more than accommodating after my surgery. They would cater to whatever I needed (perhaps because they feared the wrath of my evil eyes if they didn’t comply). But even after the scariness faded, and there were no physical signs of grossness in my sweet lil peepers, my professors continued to check in on me.

Before spring break, in just about all my classes we had the all-dreaded “share what fantastical vacation you have in store for the upcoming week” thing. Student after student gushed in regards to their excitement about going to this beach, or that resort, etc. I just sat there chuckling about my pathetic upcoming SB2k13 plans. A handful of my professors would say, “And Hannah is going back to Ohio, right?” Why, yes, I was going back to Ohio! But I had maybe mentioned that to them way back in January. How thoughtful. Right?

As if that wasn’t enough, a few of my professors asked me TODAY how my post-surgery extravaganza went. Precious? I think yes.

Where I was amazed and frightened at the same time.

Beside the fact that I have genuinely considerate professors, I think that Drury’s small class sizes create an environment where staff and student can form a personal relationship. I guarantee that this degree of caring would most likely not take place at a larger university where each student just seems to be a number, or a body in a desk. I originally was in favor of Drury’s smaller classes for the sake of academics. But now I realize that fewer students in each class allows my professors to show an interest in my personal life and well being, And I greatly appreciate it.

Now that that’s over.  Spring break STORY TIME.

The picture on your right was not taken in the Emerald City of Oz. It’s the light and sound tunnel in the Detroit Metro Airport. If you’ve been there, you know how extravagantly beautiful it is. It was so cool-looking that I almost scared myself.

So I was speed walking like nobody’s business around the airport with my father to get to our gate for the final flight to Akron, OH. All of a sudden, I find myself engulfed in a trippy glowstick tube with haunting xylophone music blasting as the lights morph colors to the beat. I somehow find myself on moving sidewalk that extends into the vast nothingness of this burrito-shaped disco fantasy land. I’m oohing and ahing because it’s just so dang cool.

Then I notice something peculiar. I am the only one even acknowledging this black-hole-time-warp-voodoo-ritual! Everyone is just facing forward, not saying a word. I start to panic and may or may not have shouted, “AM I BEING BRAINWASHED??”

The sheer eeriness of the situation lasts an all-too-long 5 minutes before the tunnel ends and a series of escalators propel us from outer space back to the real world. As soon as we are in regular light everyone goes about talking to each other and behaving normally as if NOTHING. HAPPENED. I too flipped my hair and acted like I didn’t just go through a wormhole time machine and went about the business of finding my gate again.

I would have thought that the whole experience was just a psychedelic dream… but I cling to that photo as proof.

The End.

 

Have a great week!

Eph. 3:19

 

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Chris Tomlin at the O’

March 10, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all. 

Last thursday, an incredible event was held at Drury’s O’Reilly Family Event Center… The Chris Tomlin concert!

Who is Chris Tomlin, you may ask? Click here.

Now that you’ve either educated yourself on the identity of this Chris fellow, OR completely ignored the helpfulness of my link provided, we can move on to the details of the festivities of the night.

Look how pretty O’Reilly looks!

Since the concert was held right here on Drury’s campus, transportation to and fro was unnecessary.  My “Girlz” and I met in front of Wallace at like 6:45 and took about a 3 minute stroll to The O. If my math is right, it took approximately no time at all to begin enjoying the night because it was so stinking close to my dorm!

SO, O’Reilly was full of people that had no idea where they were going, us included. We ended up sitting in the wrong section for a while before we figured out that our tickets were for the floor seats. No complaints there. A lovely Drury student usher took us to our new seats and we awaited the sweet music that was to come.

The concert itself was utterly fantastic! He catered to all types of musical interests. There was a DJ mixing up new dubstep right there on the spot… he had Lecrae rapping on the screens behind him… there was a guitar transition that was straight up Mumford-y… traditional hymns…. a few solo piano ballads…

It was basically an all-you-can-eat sound buffet and I was going back for 52nds.

Chris not only makes superb sounding music, but his message is equally amazing. It was a great feeling to be able to acknowledge the power of the Lord with so many people in a place that I love!

One of those bad boys in the air = my face.

The final song was by far the most fun. The lights went into turbo drive, the cliche disco ball came down, and the even more cliche beach balls were strewn about the crowd. At one point, I was dancing too hard to realize that a huge beach ball was rocketing straight for my face. It hit me, HARD. I had to take a second to recoup. Don’t worry though, due to the sheer embarrassment of (potentially) a few thousand people seeing me get nailed in the face, it didn’t really hurt anything but my pride.

After it was all over, we shuffled around too closely with the masses of sweaty people and finally reached the exit that gifted us with an ever-needed breath of fresh air. We took the 3 minute walk back to our respective housing and resumed yet again, the duties of student life.

That concert was a perfect thursday night pick-me-up and it was even sweeter that it was held here at DU.

If you want to know about any upcoming goodies held at The O then you can click here.

Have an amazing day!

2 Kings 6:16

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I was attacked.

February 28, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all. 

I’m sure if you have been attentively keeping up with our blog posts, OR if by the off chance you have been/looked outside over the past few days, you would realize that there is SNOW on the ground.

I know, I know, it’s old news. However, I have a rather amusing anecdote to share. Have a listen? or rather.. a read? It’s a doozy.

It was a magical, frozen night here at Drury University. The laughter of children (college students) had come to rest with the setting of the sun. Sunderland field was blissfully tranquil due to the silencing of snow. All that remained of the day before were busy footprints and a handful of ominous snowmen that seemed to be keeping guard over the serene evening.

I had just begun to immerse myself in my studies as I heard what seemed to be a faint whooshing sound. I pondered what the mysterious sound could be for a few seconds before I heard it again. This time, louder. WIthin the lapse of a few seconds it resonated louder and louder and soon I could FEEL the vibrations from this now crashing thud of a  clatter.

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear? A bunch of silhouettes of random guys I didn’t know, what were THEY doing here? (rhyming ends now)

Their intentions were suddenly apparent. My dorm room window was a target for what seemed to be an unending stream of…snowballs. Being the brave woman that I am, I high-pitched squealed for a bit before shrieking for all “my girls” to assist me in my time of need. We quickly devised a brilliant plan of retaliation against these unknown ruffians, a trifecta of combat tactics: screaming, giggling, and taunting the aim of the hooligans.

Upon hearing the ruckus, my friend, fellow blogger, and local hero, Dallas Duncan had made his way into my room. He quickly made the gallant decision to open the window in which he would insist the cease of fire. He opened the window and articulately and poetically shouted something along the lines of, “Y’ALL STOP THAT!!” He could barely get his point across before firing resumed, but the target was no longer my window, it was now his face. With marvelous aim, the barbarians hit sweet Dallas with frozen spheres of doom. The snowballs ricocheted off his precious face and resulted in the dispersal of frigid shrapnel all around my living quarters.

After that, we pretty much laughed for a good, long time.

Then I did what anyone would do in my situation: tweet about it. That screenshot, my friends, is a confession to the assault on my window. If that twitter account wasn’t anonymous, I would personally hunt down the owner and give them a piece of my mind. I would have a few choice words for them such as “that” and “was” and “pretty funny”.

The End.

 

Welp. That was entirely too long.

DU Work.

Proverbs 17:22

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Bluegrass and Coffee. Is Drury hip, or what?

February 25, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all. 

Last Friday, something amazing happened…

No, the campus squirrels did not make miniature snowmen (squirrelmen?) from Thursday’s leftover wintry mix.

…The Vine came to DU!

The Franz Family.
Not the best picture, but how cool is the girl with the upright bass?!

What is “The Vine” you may ask? It’s a campus ministry that meets on Wednesday nights at MSU that caters to all of the surrounding colleges in the area. Although The Vine has small groups that take place at Drury throughout the week, last Friday was its grand debut at Drury University.

They partnered with SUB and put together a SUPER trendy and FREE coffee and music night in DU’s “Coffee Shop” in the FSC down unda’. There was an endless supply of coffee, hot chocolate and cookies galore.

The live music was definitely the highlight of the evening. The bluegrass/indie-folk stylings of the Franz Family was nothing short of brilliant (you can go to their Facebook page if you click here). Drury’s very own Men on the Lane made an appearance as well. DU’s Coffee House Night was not only a time to enjoy superb music, but it was a catalyst to get more Drury students involved in The Vine.

Which brings me to my next point: Instead of the usual meeting location at MSU, The Vine will be held this week in the auditorium in Clara Thompson Hall here at Drury! If you’re interested, mosey on over there on Wednesday night.

There are a ton of Drury After Dark events that go on throughout the school year so there will be posts about those in the future!

I think I may have exceeded the amount of times one can mention “Drury” or “DU” in a blog, so I’m going to end this before I become too redundant.

Have a fantastic day and DU Work! (Sorry, had to)

John 15:5

 

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Dreary Drury… Wait… Now the sun is out.

February 18, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all.

My original approach for today’s post was to reflect on how utterly lovely campus is on rainy, dreary days.

You know, some rainy pictures, a low key playlist, the works.

However, within the first three minutes of blogging preparations, the sun emerged in a malicious attempt to foil my plans. But I choose to not let the sun rain on my parade. I hope this won’t be too long-winded. .. haha… weather humor.

RAIN

5 minutes later

A rainy day in college means naps, frizzy hair, and absolutely no participation in class.

One really cool phenomena that always occurs is that it doesn’t actually start to precipitate until you go OUTSIDE. In class, the birds are chirping, the world is a magnificent place, etc. But as soon as your foot hits the sidewalk, a torrential downpour is brought into existence.

SO. Without further adieu, in jubilation of today’s beautiful weather, I’ve concocted a playlist that encompasses the essence of a “rainy day” with a little “sunny” thrown in.

You may have to refresh a few times before it loads.
Have an amazing monday!

James 5:18

 

 

 

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How I survive… things.

February 13, 2013 in Uncategorized

Hey Y’all. 

Ever since Christmas break, the weather has been on its own emotional roller coaster.

Ready for a run-on sentence?

Sometimes, it seems as though glorious spring is just around the corner… and then it seems that we rounded that corner and spring is like wayyy behind us and summer is here and now and the world is alive and everyone has sweat stains but it’s cool because we’ve all been there…and then somehow we get mugged and dragged back around this “metaphorical weather corner” that everyone is always referencing and NOW we’re in the “creepy weather-related alley of Old Man Winter” where you don’t see the sun for a few days and your nose drippings turn into frozen chopsticks… and then the next day everyone has unshaven legs but they still have enough confidence to be sporting shorts and flip-flops and then AHHH.

It’s overwhelming. I know. I get it. I get you.

I am both proud and ashamed to say that this isn’t even my full collection.

But… what is the one thing that will always remain constant and familiar in this erratic time of our lives?

No, not gravity. And no, not terms of Pi, either.

It’s… sweatshirts!

Do YOU want to:

  • never have to worry about looking “trendy” or “presentable” again?
  • have your natural body shape basically unrecognizable?
  • wear an article of clothing that you are virtually expected to sweat in, hence, its name?
  • fourth thing that’s great about SWEATSHIRTS (?)

Then sweatshirts are the thing for you!

Alright, on a serious note, I just wanted to attempt to publicly justify my recent choice of wardrobe. Sweatshirts have been in constant rotation for me for the past few months, and I know that this is also true for the majority of others on campus. Drury even gave away free sweatshirts last week for homecoming for goodness sake! It’s a staple piece in any closet.

My heart hurts for the day it becomes unacceptable to look like I just rolled out of bed, hopefully that day is not in the near future.

That being said, major cred goes out to the guys and gals that actually put effort into their ensembles.

And for the rest of y’all; Rock that sloppiness, and DU Work.

Lam. 3:22-23

 

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