Sappy Post

Warning: some sappiness ahead.

The beginning of the year was rough. I wanted to leave journalism and Mizzou behind. I struggled immediately with the workload and my job. I hated all the high achieving, outspoken journalism students around me. I took on too much and couldn't handle of it. In short, I just felt inadequate. But then something changed. I don't even know what it was. All I knew is that I had to make a choice about my future in journalism. All or nothing. I went all in. I joined Magazine Club and felt excited about my major again. I joined HerCampus Mizzou and felt confident in my writing again. I spoke up at work and told them I couldn't handle all the hours I had been given. I suddenly felt like I could take on the world. I wish I could better describe the feeling to you. I was thrown into situations with people I've never met before and emerged friends with them. I reconnected with old friends. I learned a lot of my fellow classmates were questioning their futures too and I didn't feel so alone. I always say one of the most beautiful things about the j-school is that everyone is the same boat. We're all pulling our hair out, doubting ourselves and ready to cry at the drop of a newsboy's cap (hat) so it's easy to make friends. That's really poetic, I know. But it's the truth. I honestly don't go more than two hours without seeing someone on campus I'm genuinely excited to see. I have been so lucky this semester to add some really great people to my already great wolf pack.
I'm not going to be modest, I've worked my butt off this semester. I've had many late nights, many early mornings, and many days when I wanted to quit. I couldn't have persevered without the support of my family, Ryan, my roomies, friends, old and new. Much love and many thanks.

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Official

                                                     It's official.

                                                   We're roommates.

Buster

I have a beagle and this story made me want to adopt all of the dogs. We got Buster when I was in third grade. I was actually scared of dogs. Like really, really scared. But I still begged and begged for a dog.

On December 23rd, My mom woke me and said we had an early present from Santa, so naturally Mike and I ran downstairs and my dad set a beagle puppy, no bigger than a baseball glove on the floor. I ran upstairs and jumped on my bed because I was so afraid. I slowly got over my fear in the next few weeks and was able to pick him up without worrying he would bite me. He was so little he slept inside my dad's button down flannel shirt the first few weeks with us. Over the years he's become a true member of our family, we even celebrate his birthday. My mom even sings about him sometimes.

     These dogs have never seen the sunlight, or roll around in the grass, or been cuddled by a human. I can't imagine Buster not being able to run around our backyard or never interacting with anyone. I hope all these dogs can find a loving home and bring someone the joy Buster has brought us.

Peace. Love. Beagles. 

Endorphins

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Odds

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Commander in Chic

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I was home last weekend and went out to dinner with Ryan and his family. His mom was wearing this adorable purpley grey nail polish called Commander in Chic by Sally Hansen. I told her I loved it and actually made a note to myself to pick some up just like it. The next morning, I was heading back to school, but wanted to stop by Walgreens to print some pictures and pick up some nail polish and found a gift bag at my front door. His mom dropped off the nail polish, along with two other bottles, some Swedish Fish and an adorable Halloween card for me. She's so cool. Definitely going to be wearing this color for a long time.

Countdown

Thanksgiving break: 14 days. I. can't. wait.