Someone suggested making a list of your 100 favorite things. I thought it sounded like a good idea, so here goes. This list is by no means conprehensive or in any particular order, just as I thought of them.
Ashleigh’s Top 100 Favorite Things (in no particular order):
singing in the shower
surprises
chocolate and peanut butter
baking
bubble baths
walks on the beach
sunsets
surprising other people
random notes
shopping
spooning
watching movies with friends
reading on a rainy day
cold pillows
snuggling up in blankets
snowball fights
hot chocolate
chocolate milk before bed
driving and singing at the top of my lungs
cool breezes on a hot day
lip gloss
being teased in a playful way
hearing that people wouldn’t have guessed I was homeschooled
playing the spanking game with Kelseigh
cuddling with Chip
Shopping with Mommy and Aunt Kristi
Grocery shopping with Mommy
Making fun of Daddy with Haleigh
Holding sleeping babies
Making little kids smile/laugh
Making people laugh in general
Singing along with the guitar
Worshipping with others
laughing so hard I can’t breathe
walking barefoot
picking out my clothes in the morning
having a good cry now and again
chick flicks with other girls
Will Ferrel movies
Dickens books
Rereading books
a glass of cold water on a hot day
chicken nuggets
cheeseburgers
ice cream
leaping down hallways
skipping down steps
notes in CPO
talking to myself out loud
laying in the sunshine
pulling grass out of the ground
sleeping
waking up slowly, to music
French toast
going home
long drives
people playing with my hair
back massages
water massages
giant pretzels
old book smell
new book smell
fresh baked cookies/bread smell
random phone calls/texts
Christmas
Birthday cards
singing to myself as a walk
playing guitar/piano and singing
kraft macaroni and cheese (the shapey kind)
eating lunch with my family
Red Lobster for my birthday
Chinese food
Chicago style pizza
walking around Chicago
taking pictures while walking
making random mix cds
loud music
dancing with little kids
the wind blowing my hair
the sound of kids playing
watching boys play with little kids
reading old journal entries
laughing until I cry
songs that fit my life
getting a good song stuck in my head
Death Cab for Cutie
acoustic music
acoustic guitar
Guitar Hero
swinging on swings
roller coasters
freefalls
daydreaming
bonfires
the crunching sound leaves make in the fall
mountains
beaches
listening to random old songs
the feeling you get after you are done with a big assignment
puppies
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Homework Piles
So this is just yet another attempt to do anything but homework. Last year I was really good about getting my homework done and what not and I would always try to work ahead and be a complete nerd, but this year I just can't do it. It's bad because I'm have a butt-load of work to do that I don't feel like doing. I'll do almost anything but homework at this point. I made several dozen cookies today because I didn't want to do homework. I'm just so tired of doing something that never ends.
Homework is evil that way. No matter how much you do, there is always more to be done. It just keeps going. You can't work ahead to where you don't have anymore to do, it just keeps on coming. It's not fair. I don't want to do anymore. I just want a break. I have so much. It's even more sad because it's really interesting and all, but I just have no motivation. I love going to class and discussing the stuff we're reading about, I just don't like the actual reading part.
Also, I feel that homework comes in waves. It just seems like one week you have very little homework and then the next week you're drowing in it. It's like all of the professors have a meeting every once in a while and all decide to give a ton of homework the same week. I imagine their conversations going something like this:
Prof 1: "I think I'm going to have a group project due this next week."
Prof 2: "Oh, what an amazing idea! This is a great week to assign things! I have a 10 page paper I've been wanting my students to write. Next week would be a great week for that as well."
Prof 3: "Ha! A paper a group project, that's nothing! I want all of my students to do 30 minute presentations in class that compose half of their grades. I was planning to have that due next week as well."
Prof 1: "Well, I see we have several of the same students in our classes. How wonderful! Next week would be a great week to have them super stressed out. I mean, I just love seeing those sad little puppy dog looks on their faces when I remind them of things that are due when they think about other things are due for other classes. This will be a great experience that will prepare them for the workforce."
Prof 2: (chuckles) "Yes, I know my weeks are always that stressful (sarcastically) But honestly, these students just don't know how easy they have it."
Prof 1: "Do you remember what things were like when we were college students?"
Prof 3: "Things were much worse in those days. I went for 3 full weeks without sleep. Kids these days don't know how good they have it."
And then the Professors go on to discuss terrible college stories where they all try to tell the worst story. I mean, they could just be nice and make things easy on us, but no, they have to pile all this work on us at the same time. Oh well, I suppose maybe we will learn something in the midst of so much stress.
Homework is evil that way. No matter how much you do, there is always more to be done. It just keeps going. You can't work ahead to where you don't have anymore to do, it just keeps on coming. It's not fair. I don't want to do anymore. I just want a break. I have so much. It's even more sad because it's really interesting and all, but I just have no motivation. I love going to class and discussing the stuff we're reading about, I just don't like the actual reading part.
Also, I feel that homework comes in waves. It just seems like one week you have very little homework and then the next week you're drowing in it. It's like all of the professors have a meeting every once in a while and all decide to give a ton of homework the same week. I imagine their conversations going something like this:
Prof 1: "I think I'm going to have a group project due this next week."
Prof 2: "Oh, what an amazing idea! This is a great week to assign things! I have a 10 page paper I've been wanting my students to write. Next week would be a great week for that as well."
Prof 3: "Ha! A paper a group project, that's nothing! I want all of my students to do 30 minute presentations in class that compose half of their grades. I was planning to have that due next week as well."
Prof 1: "Well, I see we have several of the same students in our classes. How wonderful! Next week would be a great week to have them super stressed out. I mean, I just love seeing those sad little puppy dog looks on their faces when I remind them of things that are due when they think about other things are due for other classes. This will be a great experience that will prepare them for the workforce."
Prof 2: (chuckles) "Yes, I know my weeks are always that stressful (sarcastically) But honestly, these students just don't know how easy they have it."
Prof 1: "Do you remember what things were like when we were college students?"
Prof 3: "Things were much worse in those days. I went for 3 full weeks without sleep. Kids these days don't know how good they have it."
And then the Professors go on to discuss terrible college stories where they all try to tell the worst story. I mean, they could just be nice and make things easy on us, but no, they have to pile all this work on us at the same time. Oh well, I suppose maybe we will learn something in the midst of so much stress.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thoughts inspired from classes? (I guess I am learning something after all...)
I can already tell that new entries are going to be few and far between. I'm taking 18 hours this semester (at Wheaton, which means it's even more crazy), I just got a job, I'm a tour guide for the college, and I still have to find time to do homework and be social, much less eat and sleep and all that good stuff. It's pretty darn crazy.
So we've been talking about a lot of similar issues in a couple of my classes. That's what so great about taking classes that apply to my major. It's awesome. But we've been talking about the most effective way to teach people in a Christian setting. I guess I had never really realized how much the church follows the secular schooling method. It's all about a good teacher and dividing people up by age and stuff. Really, the only thing that's different is that there is less homework and you don't get a grade.
Does it really work? First off, does the secular schooling method even work at all? I mean, how many things do you really rememeber from your classes? Not much. You usually remember stuff for a test or paper and then it just goes out of your head. Why would we even want to follow this method? If it doesn't really work for the purpose it was originally put to, why would we want to use it for another purpose.
That's not really what Jesus did either. I mean, he did to some extent follow the normal education system for his time, but even then he didn't follow it to the t. He variated in the people he chose and whatnot. But he didn't start teaching classes, he started talking to people and being involved in their lives. And he normally didn't wait for people to come to him either, he went to them. He found them where they were at and talked to them where they were. Sure he didn't want to stay where they were, but he didn't wait for them to be a certain point or place until he first interacted with them. He just went to them as they were.
I think that's more of what the church should look like. I think that's what the church looked like originally anyway. It's not that our programs and classes are good things that teach important stuff, it's just that they really aren't all that effective for people who don't go to church (much less those in the church). We can't expect people to colme to us we have to go to them.
So we've been talking about a lot of similar issues in a couple of my classes. That's what so great about taking classes that apply to my major. It's awesome. But we've been talking about the most effective way to teach people in a Christian setting. I guess I had never really realized how much the church follows the secular schooling method. It's all about a good teacher and dividing people up by age and stuff. Really, the only thing that's different is that there is less homework and you don't get a grade.
Does it really work? First off, does the secular schooling method even work at all? I mean, how many things do you really rememeber from your classes? Not much. You usually remember stuff for a test or paper and then it just goes out of your head. Why would we even want to follow this method? If it doesn't really work for the purpose it was originally put to, why would we want to use it for another purpose.
That's not really what Jesus did either. I mean, he did to some extent follow the normal education system for his time, but even then he didn't follow it to the t. He variated in the people he chose and whatnot. But he didn't start teaching classes, he started talking to people and being involved in their lives. And he normally didn't wait for people to come to him either, he went to them. He found them where they were at and talked to them where they were. Sure he didn't want to stay where they were, but he didn't wait for them to be a certain point or place until he first interacted with them. He just went to them as they were.
I think that's more of what the church should look like. I think that's what the church looked like originally anyway. It's not that our programs and classes are good things that teach important stuff, it's just that they really aren't all that effective for people who don't go to church (much less those in the church). We can't expect people to colme to us we have to go to them.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Rain
I have no brilliant information to add to the Book of Ashleigh today. The only thing I can think about is the weather outside today. So I am going to write about that for my second entry on this blog. I wish I had something more inspirational and amazing to say, but this is all you're getting for today. Try me tomorrow when my brain isn't fried from too much homework.
Today it is absolutely nasty outside. It started out quite pleasantly this morning with a bit of an overcast, yet still warmish morning. Then on my way out of chapel this morning, it started raining. I hate rain. I hate being wet in general. I'm kind of like the Wicked Witch of the West, if I get wet my happiness melts into a nasty puddle of goop.
Rain is a terrible thing in college because you can't escape from it. You still have to go to class and the dining hall and whatnot even though you may get thoroughly soaked on the way there and smell of musty clothing for your entire class along with twenty other musty smelling classmates. I don't know how professors take it sometimes to be honest with you. I personally would not want to be in a room full of very wet people who are slowly growing mildew in their clothes, much less teach them anything while they are sitting in their wetness.
The other thing I absolutely hate about rain and college is that whilst you are walking to all of your classes in the grossness, water slowly starts climbing up your jeans. Unless you have rain boots, there is absolutely no way to avoid this. After a while, you have water up to your knees, and you just have to sit there and be cold during class. It is absolutely miserable, especially if you are like me and hate being wet anyway.
The one thing that is good about the rain does kind of make a comforting sound on an umbrella or the sidewalk. It's kind of nice, even if you do have nasty, musty-smelling jeans. Also the rain really does make you appreciate being dry. There are few things in life as nice as putting on a dry pair of pants after wearing jeans with water up the knees. It's quite pleasant.
Today it is absolutely nasty outside. It started out quite pleasantly this morning with a bit of an overcast, yet still warmish morning. Then on my way out of chapel this morning, it started raining. I hate rain. I hate being wet in general. I'm kind of like the Wicked Witch of the West, if I get wet my happiness melts into a nasty puddle of goop.
Rain is a terrible thing in college because you can't escape from it. You still have to go to class and the dining hall and whatnot even though you may get thoroughly soaked on the way there and smell of musty clothing for your entire class along with twenty other musty smelling classmates. I don't know how professors take it sometimes to be honest with you. I personally would not want to be in a room full of very wet people who are slowly growing mildew in their clothes, much less teach them anything while they are sitting in their wetness.
The other thing I absolutely hate about rain and college is that whilst you are walking to all of your classes in the grossness, water slowly starts climbing up your jeans. Unless you have rain boots, there is absolutely no way to avoid this. After a while, you have water up to your knees, and you just have to sit there and be cold during class. It is absolutely miserable, especially if you are like me and hate being wet anyway.
The one thing that is good about the rain does kind of make a comforting sound on an umbrella or the sidewalk. It's kind of nice, even if you do have nasty, musty-smelling jeans. Also the rain really does make you appreciate being dry. There are few things in life as nice as putting on a dry pair of pants after wearing jeans with water up the knees. It's quite pleasant.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Here We Go Again...
So this is my second attempt at blogging. I had a lot of fun with my first attempt, until my account was disabled and I was no longer able to access my blog. Sad day. So after a failed attempt at trying to re-activate my account, here I am starting over. My other blog is still there, and I think I will repost all of my old entries, but I wanted to have a cool url and the one I attempted on my new account using my old blog name just wasn't working out, so here I am trying this whole thing again and starting with a clean slate.
I suppose I should explain the title of this new blog. My old one, Musings of a Chronic Rambler, was pretty darn sweet if I do say so myself. I came up with that one because I am a chronic rambler and musings is a cool word and it sounded pretty awesome. The new one comes from my idea of one day writting my own book of the Bible so that I can quote it at people. My hope is that any ideas I have for said book can be recorded on this blog and then when I go to write the book (if I ever do) I can just come here for everything I want to be in it. However, not everything I write on here will be Book of Ashleigh worthy, and there will probably be a lot of chronic rambling going on as well, just so you know. I hope you enjoy my blog though, if you even derive a little bit of pleasure, half a chuckle, or a thorough laugh over how ridiculous my serious ideas are, I will have done my job.
I suppose I should explain the title of this new blog. My old one, Musings of a Chronic Rambler, was pretty darn sweet if I do say so myself. I came up with that one because I am a chronic rambler and musings is a cool word and it sounded pretty awesome. The new one comes from my idea of one day writting my own book of the Bible so that I can quote it at people. My hope is that any ideas I have for said book can be recorded on this blog and then when I go to write the book (if I ever do) I can just come here for everything I want to be in it. However, not everything I write on here will be Book of Ashleigh worthy, and there will probably be a lot of chronic rambling going on as well, just so you know. I hope you enjoy my blog though, if you even derive a little bit of pleasure, half a chuckle, or a thorough laugh over how ridiculous my serious ideas are, I will have done my job.
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