Whose sign is it, anyway?

I break my silence to bring you this culturally-confused sign.

I'm home!

It's true! I'm home!

My last final was Saturday afternoon, and we have to leave within 24 hours after that. So my plane took off at 10:20 am from Pittsburgh.

It was really nice to be completely done all Saturday afternoon, and to spend that last little bit of time with my household sisters.

At 3:00, we had our senior farewell ceremony for Julie and Joyce, who are graduating.
Then at 4:00 was Lord's Day.
After that, we ordered pizza for Rachel's birthday on Tuesday and she and Julie and Joyce opened various gifts. Oh, and Molly got squirt-gunned badly by Sr. Ignatia.
Then the FOP was at 7:00. It was awesome in at least three senses of the word.
And then I had to say goodbye! It was some of the saddest goodbyes I've ever had to say. It was worse because several of my sisters I won't be seeing again after Europe, and maybe not ever.

I didn't end up getting to bed until 1:00 am, due to a lot of stressful packing activity. Sara was invaluable in these endeavors. Her help finding a scale and shuffling things between three suitcases kept me sane. And we had to clean a little before I used the express check-out sheet. I would have had an RA check me out, but there weren't any slots available until 2:00 pm on Monday. So slipped my key under the door to the RA office and got some sleep in STM 322 for the last time.

I woke up at 7:30 and had plenty of time to take out the trash and even spend ten minutes in the chapel before I went downstairs to wait for my ride. I got to say a last goodbye to Molly on her way to Mass.

Thank the Lord for that facebook group, where I found a certain gentleman (who happens to also work in the computer labs) who agreed to take me to the airport. The skycap guy was very friendly, and can judge 50 lbs. just by picking up suitcases. I wasn't about to even try to get all that luggage all the way inside.

And all the flights went smoothly. I had a Greek salad for lunch in Chicago, and learned that they say Mass in airports on Sundays.

My dad picked me up from the San Diego airport in the new Taurus, and took my straight to the Brus' house, where there was a party for a first communion and a birthday. Mass was at 5:30, and Michael went with me and altar-served.

So, it was a busy day. I'm missing all my friends back at Steubie terribly, but I've got my family and friends here. So I'm happy.

This post was only going to be a few lines long to let you know that I was home, so I'll stop now. :)
God bless you all!

Love,
-Rebekah

But I have to post this first

I said I would post about our trip to Niagara Falls when I got home, and I will. But first, I had to show you what I found at the bookstore at the Our Lady of Victory Basilica.

It was a little different, but you get the idea. So, I'll leave you with this happy thought... gambling angels... God bless you.

-Rebekah

This is why I hate textbooks

I take a break from studying for finals to bring you this quote from my Psychology book:

With each year that goes by and as new relationships are discovered, a richer, more detailed story emerges, and we suspect that soon students will stop asking why the study of psychology begins with an exploration of the biological basis of behavior. This exploration, in turn, begins with the nervous system and its building block, the neuron.*

This is the kind of all-around poor writing that makes much of modern study uninspiring if not downright distracting. I mean, look at me! Those two words made me stop my reading, highlight the offending phrase, make a snarky comment in the margin, and blog about it. Now granted, I am a geek, but still! "In turn"? That barely makes any sense! It seems like this is the first draft. It takes extra study time just to understand the hastily-strewn-together sentences. Oh well, </rant>

I ought to get back to my studying now. I will probably not post about this past weekend's trip to Niagara Falls till I get home. Oh, yeah. I went to Niagara Falls last weekend.

-Rebekah


*Goldstein, Jeffrey H, and Patricia M Wallace. Introduction To Psychology. 4th ed. New York: McGraw-Hill, 1996.

I got inducted!

Like the title says.
Molly and I got inducted tonight!
I'd tell you more, but I know that Mazel has access to my blog address and I don't want to ruin anything...