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Cousins and Friends: College Years

18 Monday Oct 2010

Posted by Ginny Marie in Uncategorized

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I am guest hosting “My Young Adult Years,” a project to record my youth, over at Mommy’s Piggy Tales today. This is the post I wrote about Friends and Fellowship. Please visit Mommy’s Piggy Tales to link up your own story of Your Young Adult Years!

A flashback of college life

Last Saturday, I attended an early childhood education conference at a local community college. After a continental breakfast, we needed to attend a variety of workshops. As I wandered through the maze of hallways, looking at my yellow sheet with room numbers listed on it, I felt like it was the first day of classes again. I have a reoccurring dream where I’m late for a class but I can’t find the room. I felt like my dream was coming to life! (You’d think a conference involving teachers would have included a map of the building in our materials!) I finally found the room I was supposed to be in. I followed my habit from years of taking classes…I found a desk in the back. It was a small desk, with a teeny tiny desk top that flipped up and down. I thought about this project – My Young Adult Years. All week, I was working on this post about college, and here I was, back on a college campus again!

Friends were everything

Freshman year, my roommate and I started out as strangers. She was so homesick that she would quietly cry every night. I didn’t think I was homesick, but the first time I called home I bawled my eyes out. Even though Peggy and I started as strangers, we soon became fast friends. We soon met other girls in our dorm, and we formed friendships that would last all four years of college. Together we vowed we would remain GDIs (Gosh Darned Independents, to put it nicely). We scorned rush week, sororities, and all that being Greek entailed. Sophomore year, some of our friends changed their minds and joined a sorority, but they still remained very active in our group. We felt so grown up as we threw birthday parties for each other, studied through the night together, and of course, went to church together on Sunday mornings. I’m a pastor’s kid, and as a result, I wasn’t always accepted by my classmates in junior high and high school. At Valparaiso University, I met many other pastor’s kids. It was a perfect fit.

This small, Midwestern university was also where various aunts, cousins, and even my mom had gone. At one time, five of us cousins were attending the university at the same time. So even as I was fighting homesickness, I still had family members close by.

My major was what, again?

Remember what my major was? I was an elementary education major, but from the activities I was involved in, you might have guessed I was a music major. As I mentioned last week, I sang in Concert Choir. I also joined a group named “Perfect Harmony.” We were a support group for the music fraternity on campus. We would attend concerts and musicals that the fraternity members were involved in. We would attend parties at their frat house. Okay, so the parties weren’t really for support, but more for fun!


YIKES! I never liked this picture of me, but it shows off our Perfect Harmony sweatshirts.
That’s my cousin on the right. She was taking a medication where wearing contacts wasn’t possible. She suffered through the year having to wear glasses.

Senior year I was unable to be part of Concert Choir due to my student teaching, and I joined a small choir named “Dayspring.” We sang contemporary music at the small, Wednesday night church services. Once, my student teaching carpool partner and I sang a duet together – Amy Grant’s “El Shaddai.” El Shaddai, El-Elyon na Adonai, Age to age You`re still the same, By the power of the name. El Shaddai, El Shaddai, Erkahmka na Adonai, We will praise and lift You high, El Shaddai.

Graduation came, and we all scattered to various locations around the country due to employment, to marriage, or to the pursuit of a higher degree. I rarely travel back to that wonderful place, and I have lost touch with many of my old friends. Remembering those college friends and the great times we had always brings a smile to my face.

Three cousins graduated from VU in 1991.
Here is our family celebration!

I’ve recently reconnected with some college friends on Facebook, and I’ve enjoyed seeing what my old friends are up to! There are still some friends I would love to reconnect with some day.

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The Zip Line

29 Tuesday Jun 2010

Posted by Ginny Marie in Miscellaneous

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I’m not sure if I have a fear of heights or a fear of losing control. Maybe a little bit of both. I’ve never had a desire to learn, say, rock climbing. Which is a little contradictory to my love of roller coasters. In a roller coaster, however, you so are completely strapped in that you can hardly move, except to put your hands over your head and scream your lungs out. I love the thrill of the drops and the curves and the loops.

It was this thrill of roller coasters that made me think I could ski. When my new boyfriend took me out on the ski hill, (in the Midwest, for heaven’s sake) I knew I could learn how to ski.

I was wrong.

I froze in the middle of the ski hill. I burst into tears. I told Ed, “I can’t do this!”

He said, “Well, you can’t walk back up the hill!”

I looked up. It would have been pretty hard. With Ed’s coaching, I eventually made it down the hill. And believe it or not, I went skiing again, but have mostly stuck to the bunny hills.

When I’m watching TV, my fear of heights disappears. I’ve seen various participants in reality shows go on zip lines, to build trust and build character or some such reason. Every time someone would freeze in terror at the top of the zip line pole and refuse to just jump off, I would think that it looked like so much fun…how hard could to be to just jump off that tiny platform? You’re all harnessed in and hooked up to a rope…just jump already!!

I had a chance to test my bravado just a couple of weeks ago, when Ed and I signed up to do a zip line on our vacation. As I was signing the waiver form that morning…you know, the form that says if I sustain serious injury or death that no one is liable…I began to feel a bit nervous.

As we climbed up the hill to the zip line, the excitement in our group was tangible. We couldn’t wait to see the valley we were about to be dangling above. When we saw the pole we had to climb, I sidled over to Ed and said, “I don’t think I can do this!”

As always, my calm, fearless husband replied, “Sure you can!”

We strapped on our harnesses, listened to our instructor, and my fear built. I didn’t want to go first, but I didn’t want to go last. Everyone felt the same way, and one brave soul volunteered to go first. Ed was second.

 Do you think Ed is having fun?

As I watched everyone zoom down the zip line, I was so excited to go…except I was afraid of the end. This was a running zip line, so even though there were people to help us at the other side, I had to run up the hill at the end of the zip line. No one was going to catch me. I was terrified I was going to drag in the dirt! Ed climbed up the hill, and reassured me that I could do it. My cousin went next, and told me that she would wait at the other side for me.

My favorite picture of the zip line – that’s my awesome cousin!
I went last.
I climbed up the pole.
Climbing up the pole…don’t I look like a  pro? 
Standing at the platform on the top of that pole was exhilarating. I was going to do this! I jumped off, and……..
WHEEEEEE!

My cousin was waiting for me at the other side, and we were both trembling with all that adrenaline flowing through our bodies. We climbed back up that hill…..

That hill was steep!

and went down that zip line two more times! It was the most terrifying, most exhilarating experience I’ve ever had!

What’s the most terrifying — but also awesome — thing you’ve ever done?

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