Bria's Blogie

Soapbox: M/F relations at Christian universities

Christian universities are great, don't get me wrong, but the mentality on male/female relationships drives me batty. I am female and am very devoted to my boyfriend of nearly 3 years. I am OBVIOUSLY not on the prowl; however, I feel like a convict on the run when I hang out with my male friends without my boyfriend's presence. It's not Greg in any way shape or form; he encourages me to live up to my name and be "blessed with many friends" no matter age, gender, ethnicity, etc. ad nasuem. Our fellow students are the ones enforcing this restriction.

When I go out with one of my guy friends I always make it a point to tell Greg that I am going and who I'm going with because it is inevitable that someone will see us out and mention it to Greg the next time they see him or even call him to question my outing. Just last week two different people made it a point to "tattle tale" on Greg. I don't care that he was out with another girl because I know we have something special and neither of us is going to jeopardize that. All that to say, I hate it because the guys on the tennis team are like brothers to me and I hang out with them all the time so it gets really annoying fending off people questioning my morals. Sounds crazy to those of you that have never attended a Christian university, but it really does happen. Ok, I'm off my angry soapbox now.

This week in the news.

This week has worn me out! Sadly, it isn't quite over yet; however, mostly fun stuff remains to be done.

A guy in one of my classes was killed in a motorcycle accident last weekend. That's been a dark cloud over the entire campus this week. I didn't know him personally, but his seat is empty now, a twice weekly reminder of my own  mortality.

Had a pop quiz in one of my classes on Tuesday. Yeah, didn't do so hot. Half of it wasn't so bad but the other half was fill in the blank. A prof. should know better than to give fill in the blank questions on a pop quiz; I'd be willing to guess next to no one got those correct. 

Also had a "writing proficiency exam" yesterday evening. It is required at my grand university to write a timed essay from a given prompt once you have reached junior classification and finished your freshman English courses in order to graduate. I have no qualms with the requirement itself except that I haven't had an English class in two years now and others in my class have been longer. You'd think they'd test us just after the classes. Dumb. What the graders are looking for is that you can express yourself coherently in a written format; I believe I have proved that hundreds of times over in the essays I have written for my classes. If I couldn't I would have failed those classes, wouldn't I? Whatever. It's done, unless by some ill fortune I fail the stupid thing. I think the only way they could claim to fail was in the fact that I didn't like the prompt and stated so in a very acceptable manner in my essay.

Enough of gloom. Good things that occurred this week include getting to spend some time with Greg, getting one of my new rackets in (:-D), finding out that Casting Crowns is coming to town next Friday and I just happen to not be out of town with tennis that weekend (!!!) and I get to play a doubles tennis tournie tomorrow (dubs is my favie!) So really all in all more good things have occurred this week, just having so many weighty bad things has made me draggy tonight. That's why I am about to pack my tennis bag, pick up my room and go to bed early. Good night everyone!

A Soul Searching Question

Why is my blueberry flavored white tea a vivid shade of orange?

This perplexes me.

The Blogging Bug

I told myself that I needed to quit writing in order to encourage myself to be talk more intimately with friends and family. In that I have found that I must be truly a writer at heart because I've had the blogging bug for about a week now. I NEED to put my thoughts to "paper" for some reason. I guess it's just become habit having been writing on this lonely sector of the internet for... sheesh, four years now. Now for an update.

I got my first B in college last semester. And you know, I've never been so excited for a B in my life. I was sure I had a C. It was chemistry-- a math soaked subject, hence the reasoning behind the grade. 

The crazy housemates moved out! They said we were too messy and too loud. *shrugs* Oh well, I think myself quite normal; however, doesn't everyone think so of themselves? haha. They didn't inform us-- meaning myself and the housemate that's become more like a sister to me-- until the day before the last day of school last semester. Jerks. There, I said it. I'm not mean so I never said anything to their faces or to anyone else for that matter about crappy it is how they left us like that but I the word fits very well. So we're currently searching for housemates in the slimmest market EVER for students. (We're limited to students because the complex we live in is for students only.) Despite this set back in the last week we've had two different pairs inquire. One pair we know personally and know they are good people. The second pair we picked up from a flyer we posted in the student center. The first pair is currently thinking about it, but if they fall through the second pair sounded desperate to get out of their current place-- terrible landlord, rodent problems, amongst others. So one way or another, we're set now. :-D Hooray!

I had a brainstorm the other day. Perhaps if instead of exchanging rings when you get married, maybe the tradition should be changed to having something tattooed on the ring finger. That way if you want to get a divorce down the road, you'd have that darn tattoo to deal with along with all the lawyer fees. I mean, removing a tat probably would cost about the same as a pair of lawyers. Maybe that would decrease the divorce rate; would make me think twice about getting hitched, that's for sure.

That's really all that going on right now. Tennis is starting next week. I'm excited and scared at the same time. Excited to get my "family" back; we on the tennis team take care of each other during the season since we spend like half our time together. Scared because there's a LOT of work ahead. And I'm already feeling it; I've been sore pretty much all week long and we haven't even officially started practice yet! *sigh* so much work. Such is the life of the competitive athlete. It feels great to be an athlete again. I didn't do much of anything in the way of sport over the break except for some scant working out. 

Well, that's about it for me tonight. I'm off to have some fun with people. "See" you all in the blogosphere very very soon because apparently I just can't help myself!