<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:54:50.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's MC Insights</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-4657368884064358846</id><published>2008-12-07T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:18:26.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>As sad as it is, this is the last blog.  My first semester as a college student is now coming to an end.  I can't really say it was everything I excepted, but it was great.  I have learned so much through these five months.  I have met some amazing people that I am excited to spend the next four years with. &lt;br /&gt;These past two weeks have been filled with so much stress.  From two portfolios and final exams, there is really no time to play.  I am ready to get everything over with and enjoy my long break.  I have high expectations for next semester.  Hopefully it will be even better than the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-4657368884064358846?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/4657368884064358846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=4657368884064358846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/4657368884064358846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/4657368884064358846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/12/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-4340295836946092605</id><published>2008-11-30T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:29:20.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back at MC</title><content type='html'>Depressing.  Its actually kind of funny.  For four years of my life, I was the rebellious kid that always counted down my days until I moved out and was on my own.  Well, now that's not exactly the case.  I enjoy coming home, it happens to be a lot different now.  It is so nice just to go home and relax and hang out with my family and friends.  This week was not long enough.  I am so ready to be back at home.  Finals are not looking too great.  I am just ready to get them over with and start new next semester.  Only two and a half more weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-4340295836946092605?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/4340295836946092605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=4340295836946092605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/4340295836946092605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/4340295836946092605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-at-mc.html' title='Back at MC'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-8571713444279003101</id><published>2008-11-23T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:58:30.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays!</title><content type='html'>I am so ready for this semester to come to an  end!!!! It is just becoming old and annoying.  I am really excited about my new classes next semester.  They seem a lot more interesting  (except algebra).  But moving on, my favorite time of the year is approaching.  I never can decide which i like better, Thanksgiving or Christmas?  Thanksgiving is always a plus, because well there is jut better food, and its my birthday!  But Christmas is always good, because i see family that i never get a chance to see but at that time.  I have no idea how to tie what i just said into Mississippi college, except for the fact im ready to leave and get a break! Well with all that said, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-8571713444279003101?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/8571713444279003101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=8571713444279003101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/8571713444279003101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/8571713444279003101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays!'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-6975582215440603517</id><published>2008-11-09T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:21:30.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go.</title><content type='html'>Ever since I have been at college, I have been dealing with the issue of letting things go.  Whether it has been relationships, grudges, or my past in general.  It has taken a while, but I'm finally realizing what is best for my life.  Today at church the speaker said something that really just touched my heart.  It was something that I needed to hear, to reassure that I am making the right decisions by letting things go.  It was "life is the sum total of the choices we make."  We can choose waking with Jesus or walking with the world.  For a while I had been choosing walking with the world, because it was just so much easier to do.  I thought of every way possible to deal with my problems instead of going to God.  Last night I hit rock bottom in a relationship, which has only happen to me once before, and that very moment all I thought was God.  Before all I though was things of the world.  I know its time to let go of the old, and start with the new.  I believe being at MC and being at the new church I am at, has really helped me grow and be able to let go.  I've always known that God would be there to catch me when I fall, but now I not only know... I can feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also moving on to a brighter subject.. I am so ready for next semester!  I am really excited about some of my new classes! This past week I decided I was going to double major in French and Psychology.  I am not sure what I will do with my french, but I'm hoping that God will be able to use me and french.  I just can't want to see all the adventures and ups and downs my life will take!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-6975582215440603517?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/6975582215440603517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=6975582215440603517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/6975582215440603517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/6975582215440603517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/11/letting-go.html' title='Letting go.'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-217341265582033690</id><published>2008-11-02T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:53:03.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undecided</title><content type='html'>So second essay is finished for English... and we are about to start on the third.  I am one of those people who likes to be given instructions and guide lines such as topics.  I do not really like just writing about anything.  Sometimes I honestly have nothing to say.  I went back and looked at the blogs that I have written and none of them seem like a good essay. &lt;br /&gt;My experience at MC has truely been amazing so far.  It started off slow but I am beginning to enjoy it more and more.  I know I have changed since I've been here.  I am still the same Emily, just improved.  I've grown up a lot.  Whether it be college in general, or MC, something has had a major impact on my life. &lt;br /&gt;I am just really excited to see what the next few years have to offer me.  I have an idea that it will only keep getting better.  I'll find my groups, find my friends, and find my place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-217341265582033690?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/217341265582033690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=217341265582033690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/217341265582033690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/217341265582033690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/11/undecided.html' title='Undecided'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-643306942161249125</id><published>2008-10-26T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:04:44.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I've been at MC, God has worked in my life in so many ways.  He is has put amazing people in my life.  Directed me to an awesome church.  And he put me in a great tribe.  There is just so much to say I don't even know where to start.  I guess I could start with the most interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl that I could not stand.  I really did not like her.  We met the summer of my jr. year at a camp.  Then some drama happened with a boy my senior year and it involved both of us.  This is when I really started to not like her.  After that, we met again at a camp and our parents met and loved each other.  We were both considering the same college, and we had a lot of the same friends.   It was so odd.  In the spring we found out we were both attending the same college, but I thought to myself I would never see her so it would be okay.  On move in day a few doors down there she was.  We both exchanged odd looks, and you could definitely tell there was some tension.  For the first two months of school it was so awkward.  It was like God was wanting us to be friends, but I could get over my selfish attitude to have a conversation with her.  One day, I went in her room to see her roommate who I am friends with to get help on an essay.  My friend happen to not be in the room so I asked this girl that I not like to help me... I was really trying.  The next day we were working out at the same time and talked a little bit.  That night she came in my room and we talked untill 4 am.  It was so great to get all of those feelings out and now we are best friends.  We both felt like God was trying to make us friends and I'm so glad that we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been several more things like that where God has just placed things in my life.  It is so great and I know that I am following the right path for my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-643306942161249125?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/643306942161249125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=643306942161249125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/643306942161249125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/643306942161249125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/10/since-ive-been-at-mc-god-has-worked-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-37464955138296539</id><published>2008-10-19T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:49:39.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>community service</title><content type='html'>This week I did the community service for my essay.  In all other previous service projects I have gained something from each experience.  I love giving back to others and I believe it is very important.  I was really excited about doing this service project.  I love playing with kids and giving them special attention that they might not normally get.  There is an undescriable feeling that I get when I see the smiles on the faces that I have hepl.  Mississippi College believes it is important in engage in service learning.  Being a Christian college, MC finds showing God's love and being a service to God and other people is a mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday my assignment was to go to the apartment and play with kids.  I was expecting it to be a little different.  I didnt think it was very organized.  There like 30 MC students and five kids.  It was also very crowded.  I honestly have to say I did not get anything out of this service project.  This has to be the very first one that I didn't feel useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my essay I plan to describe this experience but also talk about other service learning experiences that I truely did get something out of.  I would love to try to do more service projects so maybe i will have a better experience than this past one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-37464955138296539?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/37464955138296539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=37464955138296539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/37464955138296539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/37464955138296539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/10/community-service.html' title='community service'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-86469456487094125</id><published>2008-10-12T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:51:29.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Essay</title><content type='html'>I was so thankful to turn in the Christian Education essay. It felt amazing to finially get rid of it. It was kind of a difficult topic for me. I knew what I thought Christian education was, it was just hard putting it into words. But as I was writing it, it did help me find out a lot about MC and my journey here. Writing the essay also help me remember why I came to MC, and helped me to appreciate it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm expecting for the next essay: I love to help others. Mission trips and service projects have always been a big part of my life. I believe that God has given me so much and what better way to thank him then to give back to others, in hopes that they will be touched by God. There has always been this feeling I've gotten whenever I do service projects that I've never been able to experience at any other time. I am really excited about Thursday and being able to work with children. I am also really excited about writing the new essay. I believe I will learn more about myself and more about the reason that I came to MC. And I hope that the love of Christ will shine through me and that this service project will be beneficial to not only the kids, but me as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-86469456487094125?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/86469456487094125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=86469456487094125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/86469456487094125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/86469456487094125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/10/service.html' title='New Essay'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-8837431784255316619</id><published>2008-10-05T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:51:36.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah....</title><content type='html'>So much happened last week... and so much is going to be happening this next week.  I think my week would be way more productive if I could throw out the little distractions in my life.  For example my phone.  When I'm studying it is always with me.  Even if my phone is on silent I can still tell when I get a message cause it makes a little clicky noise and I completely loose my train of thought.  Well if i put it away, I'm constantly think do I have a message? Is someone trying to call me?  And other things along that line.  Also I would really love it if I could freeze my facebook and myspace acounts where I couldn't get on for this one week.  I have no self control when it comes to procrastination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday night was squeal night.  I was really wanting to get in Laguna, but it looks as if God had other plans in mind.  I got in KT.   Honestly I was a little dissapointed, but trying to be completely optimistic I have decided to give it a chance.  I can only pray that things will work out for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-8837431784255316619?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/8837431784255316619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=8837431784255316619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/8837431784255316619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/8837431784255316619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah.html' title='Yeah....'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-5587444702372838490</id><published>2008-09-28T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T13:05:53.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch Time</title><content type='html'>Although this week has been extremely busy, it has been the best week so far.  I can't even seem to concentrate on anything, so writing this blog is impossible at the moment with my scattered brain.  Just a little recap on last week and the week to come.  Rush.  As amazing as it is, it does take up some time, but I'm really excited about it.  Test and essays.  Two words I hate, but hear on a daily basis.  And my past.  There is a certain someone that I'm not with anymore, but tends to keep showing back up in my life and adding to one more thing on my list I have to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to rush.  I love all the tribes.  It is probably going to be a really hard decision on pref day.  The rush skits were hilarious and so much fun.  I loved dressing up and getting ready for them.  The only thing was, lots of people said that you will see the true personalities of each tribe and I really did not get that.  I mean I kind of know which one I want, but I just did not get it out of the skits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test and essays.  Today alone I have to write two essays (one in French)  and study for this huge test tomorrow, and we do not even have a book in that class.  I feel pretty confident with the French essay,  English is another story.  And this history test I'm suppose to take tomorrow makes me laugh, because I really can't see how I'm suppose to pass it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope next week calms down a bit and is just as much fun as this past week.  MC is getting so much better as the days go on.  I love the decision I made to come here.  It's amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-5587444702372838490?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/5587444702372838490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=5587444702372838490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/5587444702372838490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/5587444702372838490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/09/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch Time'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-4572391207827915473</id><published>2008-09-21T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:35:08.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>This week I have experienced some pretty amazing things.  New people, new places, and a new me.  I have realized that I'm not quite the same Emily I use to be.  You come to college expecting one thing, and the opposite occurs.  Sometimes you find life being a complete contradiction.  But who's to say that's a bad thing?  For me, my opposites are actually better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to MC I never would have found myself having the best friend I have now.  It was so unexpected, but she is the one who I can connect to the most.  She is by far singled minded and we can just related to so many different things.  Although we come from two completely different backgrounds and parts of the country, our personalities match up well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I had an adventure.  I got lost about three times trying to find a mall.  My friend finds it exhilarating getting lost, while I on the other hand freaks out.  The sad thing about this situation is that I have GPS system and I know how to use it, but i still get confused.  I'm hoping that after my four years at MC, I will be able to master driving in Jackson (and other big cities).             &lt;br /&gt;Today I attended First Baptist Jackson for kind of the first time.  I have been coming on Wednesday nights, but I felt as if I should go on a Sunday.  So today I went and completely fell in love.  I believe God was laying it on my heart that this is where I should be.  I'm really excited to see what else he has in store for my life.  It just keeps getting better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-4572391207827915473?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/4572391207827915473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=4572391207827915473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/4572391207827915473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/4572391207827915473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1578221428841791140.post-2728156944024721164</id><published>2008-09-13T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:08:38.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of My Element and On My Own</title><content type='html'>Have you ever longed to go somewhere so bad and when you get there it's not quite the way you imagined? Well, that has been my life for the past few weeks at MC. Since December I have been counting down the days untill I was on my own and living at MC. I imagined lots of friends, lots of fun, and definitely no worries. Now, I'm not sayin my perfect little dreamed turned out to be a complete nightmare, but lets just say it has not been quite what I have expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first things were very&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;awkward. At least for the first week I felt as if I was in church camp. I had only one friend, and that was my roommate. I had so many different emotions, I didn't know how to react. Everyone seemed to be so fake... including me! That lasted about a week or two and then the true personalities started to show. Once classes started, I began to find my place. I started meeting new people and making new friends. Most importantly, I started having fun. After this drastic change, I realized that I did come to the right college, and my future is looking very bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last but not least....&lt;/em&gt; Since sixth grade, I have hated English with all my heart. That has always been my weakest subject, and the class that I've never looked forward to. To be completely honest I was not looking forward to college English either. I expected it to be a lot more boring and pointless. However, I've had a change in heart. &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE ENGLISH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; This is by far my favorite class, and I actually look foward to Tuesdays and Thursdays. I always wonder what is going to come shooting out of Dr. Randle's mouth next! It is extremely interesting, and it seems like its going to be a great class. So although it started off kind of slow, things at MC are starting to look better. I have found my place, and I am ready to start this new chapter of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1578221428841791140-2728156944024721164?l=emilyseals101k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/feeds/2728156944024721164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1578221428841791140&amp;postID=2728156944024721164' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/2728156944024721164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1578221428841791140/posts/default/2728156944024721164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilyseals101k.blogspot.com/2008/09/out-of-my-element-and-on-my-own.html' title='Out of My Element and On My Own'/><author><name>Emily Seals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05057603661328245877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
