trip it

I made the 4-hour trek to Greenville this past Monday. I went under the guise of a job interview with Greenville Magazine (which I will say more about later). My real reason for going was to hang out with friends.


While in Greenville, I was able to hang out with most of my friends who are still around. We threw a birthday party for my friend, PJ. Our celebration included driving all over creation to find a park to play volleyball at, and then a 3-hour set of games. [This is not because we’re good. It’s because we’re not. And we only played to 21.] My team won because we were the lesser of the two evils. And maybe because we only had 1 guy – the amazing Michael Collins.

A few of us went down to Falls Park the first night. I got a couple fun pictures.


My interview went well, but it was pretty short. The position is for an ad designer. I’d probably get to do some layout design on the side, which would be excellent. The editor asked me to call back in a week with an idea of what I’d expect for salary, etc. So right now I’m working on figuring all that out. From looking at my other options, this is still the one I have the most interest in. I’m hoping things will work out. The one problem is finding an apartment in the event that I do get the job. I’ll be in California through August 19. They would probably want me at work August 20 because the job actually opens up August 1. The editor told me it shouldn’t be a problem to work around that, but she’s also going to interview a few other people. Pray for wisdom on my part. If it’s not right, I’d rather just have God close the door.

After getting back from Greenville yesterday, I have 2 days at home before I leave again on Saturday. We’re headed to my cousin’s graduation party near Atlanta. I’m going to be staying with them through Monday morning when I fly out to Vegas to start the trip to camp. I’m insanely excited about going back to camp this summer and getting to see old friends. But I’ve decided packing is no good. I’ve attacked all the non-clothes items tonite and will hopefully get to the clothing dilemma tomorrow. [Well, I guess I have to do it tomorrow . . . ]

I don’t know if I’ve really mentioned what I’m doing at camp this year. I’m working at Camp Ironwood for the 3rd year in a row. For those of you who don’t know much about Ironwood, it’s this great Christian camp located in the middle of the Mojave Desert in California. They’re in the growing stage and are opening their 3rd camp this year. Ike’s Roost is the newest camp and will consist of several weeks of junior-high camp as well as being the home of the horsemanship camp in the weeks when it’s not entertaining junior-highers. Broken-I Ranch is the junior camp at Ironwood. I think they’re in their 5th year of camp. I’m not completely sure. Rivertown is where I’ve worked the past 2 years as a counselor. You can probably guess that Rivertown is where the high schoolers go. I worked with girls anywhere from 14 – 19.

For 10 weeks out of the summer, high schoolers help staff the kitchen, hospitality [they clean EVERYTHING] and grounds crews. These kids make up the Leadership Institute. This is the exciting part: I get to live with half of these girls this summer. Counseling the past 2 years was an amazing experience and I thoroughly enjoyed getting to know the girls I was able to meet and become friends with. One thing that always bugged me was that I only had one week to build a relationship with the girls. I still keep in touch with a few of my campers, but only getting one week to build a relationship that those campers will consider worth keeping is difficult. And you do it for 9 weeks out of the summer. Constantly changing; constantly meeting. The great thing about LI is that I have anywhere from 3 – 9 weeks to get to know these girls. I’m excited about the friendships I’m about to make. I’ll also be helping out as a designer during the days.

Camp is FUN! Starts with an F, ends with an N and U are in the middle.





Change has always bothered me. I guess I’m a true fundamentalist.

Today marks maybe the biggest change yet. College graduation. I don’t enjoy the mix of emotions that goes with the day. It frustrates me to no end to be so excited about being finished with my formal school training (I hope to never stop learning), but be so sad about leaving everyone I love so much.

The exciting thing is that when people ask me what I’m doing, I’m able to tell them something. “I have a couple options I’m looking at . . . ”

for the summer, I’ll be working at Camp Ironwood as a designer. That will take me through August.

After that I’m hoping to move back to Greenville. I’m actually in contact with 3 companies located in the area right now. Gibbons|Peck is the small marketing company where I had my internship. They have interest in me and will be able to let me know something by July.

VantagePoint is another company I’ve talked to. I sent in my resume and portfolio and had an interview with the Creative Director who wants to keep in touch over the summer and then re-evaluate options in August.

Lastly, I dropped my portfolio off at Greenville Magazine after receiving information that they were looking for a graphic designer to fill an open position starting in August. This is the job I’m really praying I get. It’s all about layout which is what I love to do.

That’s the basic gist of what . . . well, actually that’s pretty much exactly what I say.

The last week of my college career was filled with fun. A job interview, a freakish scramble to collect money from very elusive graphic designers, a 20-minute packing session of most of my junk from 4 years of college, one last run to Starbucks with the Vintage family, a quick overview of the last 100 days of my life, memories shared from the last year, laughter with roommates, stressfulness of last-minute change of plans, bob-hugs, a poetry reading, falling out of a chair in front of lots of strangers and a few friends, my 3rd date while in college, presenting a years’ worth of work in 5 minutes, being proud of friends receiving [much deserved] awards, meeting new people, my last attempt at finals ever, a 4.0 for the semester . . . which included several loud screams of joy after receiving the email, the last demerit received in a lifetime, walking through the doors of the Vintage office for the last time as a staffer, tears. Love.

All that was felt and done this week was in some way developing me.


Life would pretty much stink without it.

fools of april

I finally played an April Fools’ joke. And it was priceless.

There’s a background story, so I’ll work through that quickly and get to the good stuff . . . The senior design show is up at BJU right now (which I’m part of). My friend, Jessica, designed these water bottle labels entitled Cool H2O. There was only one slight problem. She claimed in the WARNING that it could cause intense sex appeal. Now, being at Bob Jones, we know that this probably wasn’t the smartest move. I noticed it the night before the show opened, but said nothing. When the show opened, my friend Phil saw it and pointed it out to one of our art teachers. The piece was removed this past Thursday from the show. . . . The other part of the story deals with my job. Just for this to make sense to everyone, I’m the head designer for BJU’s yearbook, the Vintage. This means I work every night from 11:00 – 2:00. The people I’ve worked with have basically become a family to me. Ok . . . on with the story.

This past Sunday when I went up to work, I took my large adidas bag with me. I have a lot of stuff in the office. Before I went up that nite, I washed most of my makeup off, rubbed my eyes for about 10 minutes and made sure to grab my trusty bottle of eye drops. I looked absolutely horrendous. Excellent.

Once there, I quietly began packing all my stuff up. I emptied the 4 drawers that I’ve taken over, throwing away the pointless stuff, all the while taking great care to be noticed without being obvious. The whole situation was awkward. No one would talk. PJ was the only one who spoke to me – he asked me if I was ok and I just nodded and sniffed. At one point, I almost started snickering, so I walked out in the hall to regain my composure. It was perfect timing because Phil was just coming in for the evening.

My back was to him and he yelled something down the hall about hearing all about my dating outing. I just ignored him and kept walking. He picked up quite quickly that something was wrong. Once I was convinced I wouldn’t start laughing when I walked in, I went back to the office and started carrying stuff to my car. Phil followed me out and stammered his way through asking me if I was ok.

It was then I began my sob story. And I quote . . . “My dorm sup called me into her apartment tonite and told me that someone turned me in for the whole ‘sex appeal’ thing. Apparently someone found out that I knew ahead of the show and they pitched a fit about it which resulted in giving me 50 demerits. [This automatically expels you from staff.] She told me to pack all my stuff up tonite.” My voice was even shaking because of nervousness. Of course Phil took it like I was about to cry. Yea for perception.

Phil apologized and didn’t really know what to do next. And then I started smiling. So I told him it was just April Fools’ but that he had to help me trick the rest of the staff. He gladly agreed. We set up our game plan and then he pulled Kellen out of the office to let him know the whole situation of me getting kicked off while I continued to pack up my car. It was still VERY awkward in the office since everyone was kinda ignoring me. Then Phil broke the news to the staff while I sat over in the Collegian office because “I couldn’t handle being in there while Phil told them.” :)

It took a little bit of convincing, but they all believed it. We kept it up till midnite and then told them they were all fools. It was beautiful and priceless.

I’m an amazing actress. If only Jeff Stegall knew. Lol.

Probably my favorite Vintage memory yet.

Looking Blindly at You

I have been back at Bob Jones for almost a full five days now. I’ve had two days of classes which means I’ve been to two of my three classes of the semester. Excitement is poring through me. Actually, I’m doing pretty well to keep myself sedated.

Tuesday I arrived back around 6:00 and was unpacked within an hour. I hate delaying the inevitable. I checked in around 7:00 with my friend, Ashley and helped her unpack her car. I went to the V-reunion at 11:00 and did a little bit of design work until 1:45ish.

On Wednesday, I woke up sometime. I don’t remember when. What I do remember is realizing I didn’t have a pair of hose to wear. I was sorely disappointed. And I managed to make it through the day without drawing attention to my bare calves. I ventured to Wal-Mart where I purchased the hose along with a couple of notebooks and some amazing body wash that I’m so excited about.

Thursday I ended up dropping my first class before I ever went to it. Instead of Hermeneutics at 3:00, I’m now taking Foundations for Biblical Lifestyle with Heather at 4:00. It’s going to be a great class. Probably the most practical Bible class I’ll ever take. I spent most of my day designing in the office, goofing off with old friends.

Friday I went to my class at 10:00 – State and Local Government. Yes. I am branching out. Little Audrey is actually taking a government class by choice. I know it’s weird. The teacher is great and it’s going to be fun. And again . . . practical.

I start the internship tomorrow, so all this free time I’ve been enjoying will soon be over. Not to mention, I have a correspondence course to keep me busy. I’m excited to be here because I know it’s the end. I haven’t started the countdown yet, but I will soon.

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Christmas Memories – T5

You guessed it. It’s about time for another Top 5. Yeah, right. But I’m here to hand out my favorite Christmas memories.

1. Christmas 2002 – the last Christmas spent in Illinois with my dad’s side of the family. There were lots of us running around in one house. And mostly females. It was when I really started to get along with my uncle. He got this plastic tie hanger that could hold like 40 ties and everytime someone else opened a present, he came up with a new use for his tie-holder. For instance, it doubled as a rotisserie, a rack to cool cookies, a tv antennae, or seriously about 20 other things, each equally as funny. Lots of laughing was involved.
2. The yearly tradition of going to get the tree. A few years back, we started making a day of it and going to a tree farm to pick one out. Good family time and we always manage to get the perfect tree.
3. The Vintage Christmas party this year. We had lots of fun singing carols (and we sounded good), decorating, and eating tons of good food. And the gift exchange was interesting, too. I love those people.
4. Watching A Christmas Story for the first time with my family about 3 years ago. Another time full of laughs.
5. I’m not sure this was Christmas, but there was snow, so it should count. Especially in Tennessee. I got run over by a runner sled while crossing the street (without looking both ways, obviously). I was knocked unconscious and woke up inside wondering what happened. My neighbors swore the sled aimed for me. It was funny.

Right now I’m watching It’s a Wonderful Life with my family and just enjoying the evening. And tomorrow . . . CHRISTMAS!

Goodbyes . . . again

Last night, or rather, this morning around 2:00, I had to say goodbye to someone who has been an amazing friend for the past 1.5 years. I know I’ve written this before, but I HATE GOODBYES. I know I’ll see him again, but it’s still no fun.

As a Vintage family, we all chipped in and got a pretty sweet leather journal and each wrote something in it for him. It was pretty hott.

I feel like an old person. I don’t like all this change.