Just in case you wondered, jumping up and down while squealing into the communal phone frightens some septuagenarians and simply bemuses others. This afternoon 2 were amused, 1 didn't notice, and 1 was slightly frightened. You see, I found out that I was accepted to Candler School of Theology. This thrilled my little soul more than I would care to admit.
A snapshot of my afternoon: There was the initial spring from desk, arms extended with a barely stifled "YES!" Then, a grab for the cell phone...realization that it only functions as a fancy paperweight here...dash for volunteer quarters phone only to discover that I didn't remember how to call out of campus. Millisecond of defeat, sprint back to computer to discover 0 people on Skype, yes ZERO. Big sigh. Good news must be shared/celebration is a communal activity...FACEBOOK! The cyber-world is informed of my happiness. Hear footsteps and spring out of chair to get phone assistance, Mom MUST be called. Happy dance. Squeaky phone message to mom and attempt to call dad. Happy dance again. Excited Skype chat despite internet issues. Happy dance, happy dance, happy dance. Walk across campus to dinner. Luckily the cold air, rain, and walk calm me a bit. Also a bit of a humbling prayer conversation "Right God, so I celebrated big time but forgot to thank you. So let's talk and let me say a million times THANKS!!!!!"
Don't worry, given ANY opportunity, I return to enthusiastic-childlike-bouncy-squealy celebration. However, I can now contain myself in public (most likely, if you are reading this you probably no longer count as 'public')
To top it off, I was invited to dinner across campus *please refer back to walk mentioned in celebration description*. All kinds of stories were told, traveling stories, Red Bird stories, spicy food stories. (I have a couple of whoops I tried to eat that stories.) It was great fun and included extreme chocolate moosetracks ice cream. Good times. Excitement + sugar high = good times.
A snapshot of my afternoon: There was the initial spring from desk, arms extended with a barely stifled "YES!" Then, a grab for the cell phone...realization that it only functions as a fancy paperweight here...dash for volunteer quarters phone only to discover that I didn't remember how to call out of campus. Millisecond of defeat, sprint back to computer to discover 0 people on Skype, yes ZERO. Big sigh. Good news must be shared/celebration is a communal activity...FACEBOOK! The cyber-world is informed of my happiness. Hear footsteps and spring out of chair to get phone assistance, Mom MUST be called. Happy dance. Squeaky phone message to mom and attempt to call dad. Happy dance again. Excited Skype chat despite internet issues. Happy dance, happy dance, happy dance. Walk across campus to dinner. Luckily the cold air, rain, and walk calm me a bit. Also a bit of a humbling prayer conversation "Right God, so I celebrated big time but forgot to thank you. So let's talk and let me say a million times THANKS!!!!!"
Don't worry, given ANY opportunity, I return to enthusiastic-childlike-bouncy-squealy celebration. However, I can now contain myself in public (most likely, if you are reading this you probably no longer count as 'public')
To top it off, I was invited to dinner across campus *please refer back to walk mentioned in celebration description*. All kinds of stories were told, traveling stories, Red Bird stories, spicy food stories. (I have a couple of whoops I tried to eat that stories.) It was great fun and included extreme chocolate moosetracks ice cream. Good times. Excitement + sugar high = good times.
Fantastic. I can picture it all - thanks for the illustration. So proud of and happy for you!
ReplyDeleteMe too! Although totally not surprised. :)
ReplyDeleteCongratulations, honey! You are amazing, The End.
ReplyDeleteThanks. You ladies are too fabulous.
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