Let’s do this subtitle-style today, alrighty?
Parents Come to Camp, Part 1
We had a wonderful visit with the Warner parents two weeks ago. They came down for about a week, and we got to spend a good chunk of time showing them the ropes at camp and in Charleston. I think I can safely say that we all had a top-notch time. (Special thanks for treating us to some quality restaurants; we’re far past tired of camp tacos and grease-soaked pancakes.)
We’re looking forward to Parents Come to Camp, Part 2: Ford Edition.
Grad School Decision Status: Quickly Approaching
A few acceptances and more-than-a-few rejections later, I’m currently deciding between the University of South Carolina and the University of South Florida. College of Charleston accepted me, but they are a new program and had insufficient funding. I was bummed about that one in particular because, if you haven’t noticed yet, I’m in love with Charleston. I’m grateful that Scott was (and continues to be) encouraging, level-headed, and Christ-centered; together we’re accepting the closed doors and reminding ourselves that we can be sure of our omniscient, omnipotent, loving God.
We visited Tampa (USF) last week and Columbia (USC) last weekend. In all honesty, I’m a blob of fretting verbal-processing. Scott should be sainted for doing all of the driving for these visits and for listening while I repeatedly list the pros and cons of each program, coming not much closer to a decision.
The deadline is April 15; we’ll let you know, then, where I’ve chosen to study and where we’ll be next school year.
Naturalists of BI Blog
I’ve had all sorts of fun with the Naturalists of BI blog this semester; the blog had been semi-functioning in past years, but since the software was old and it’d been eons since anyone had regularly posted, David has let me take over. I’ve written about Local Outreach (our school-visit outreach program that I was hired to help advance), the work teams of the Naturalist staff (including the Garden Team and the Maintenance Team, Scott’s work team), and more. Essentially, I get to write about whatever I’d like to; I’ve chosen to structure the blog informally and to focus on the work/personalities of the Naturalist staff. Click here to see the blog homepage; click on the links to the posts if you want to read them in full.
We’ve also been blessed by other visits–Grandpa Acheson visited us last weekend to take us out to lunch and to tour camp before he continued on his prolific travels. We visited one of my high school friends in Orlando on our way back from Tampa.
My mentor from Hope, Kathleen, recently moved to Charleston with her husband, and they’ve been (wonderfully) hospitable, even opening up their home to us for a delicious Easter dinner.
We had a staff Saint Patrick’s Day Party. Scott’s getting near to identifying 100 bird species in the Charleston area. I got my first snake bite and my first paid publication (a non-venomous snake and a publication of little note, so those are small updates.)
Our church Bible study wrapped up, but we invited the group out to camp to tour/have dinner/meet the reptiles/watch the sunset this evening. A few of the parents brought their young kiddos, and we had so much fun watching them experience camp. In the words of fearless (and pantless, at the time, because he’d soaked his shorts in the ocean and then deemed them unfit to wear) 3-year-old James, “It was a HUGE day today.”
I’m dog-sitting for some fancy puppies for the next week or so; I’m currently enjoying the quiet of a beautiful resort home. It’s a luxury to have all of this space–and a fridge to myself, instead of sharing it with 13 other sometimes-messy, albiet beloved, housemates.
April 1st tomorrow; that’ll be our one-year anniversary. Doesn’t sound like it’s been very long, does it? Essentially puppy love. (I obviously don’t actually feel that way; I wouldn’t have moved halfway across the country if this had been a passing fancy.)
<<< Look at us, *way* back in our college days. So young. So naive.
Welp. I suppose (in the words of Porky the Pig) that’s all, folks.