Author: Emily Sara Smucker

My cell phone alarm buzzed at 4:15 in the morning. I was up, dressed, and packed in record time. Today was the day. The day for everyone in Reading and Study Skills class who had completed their master schedule on time to go spend the day in Washington DC. We were planning to meet in…

She keeps expecting that if God gave her this disease, He’ll also give her the grace to handle it, and He doesn’t. She’s angry and feels cheated, while still trying to find a way to make it better and to live her day-to-day life. She is wrong. That reviewer is wrong. I didn’t get angry…

I guess since this is such a short week the entire student population decided to cram as much into it as possible. I’m not just talking about evenings filling up rapidly with videos for BCF class and Reading and Study skills class, or hurriedly trying to finish up my persuasive speech. I’m talking about blog-worthy…

Today in speech class it was the day to give persuasive speeches. Chris’ turn came. He got up front and said, “…um…” I burst out laughing because “um” was about the lamest introduction possible. I know that sounds really mean. So I stopped laughing. “Um,” Chris continued, “the, uh, procrastination, um, um, um, is…bad.” He…

Emily’s daily schedule: 6:45ish-10:00ish—Sleep, wake up when people enter or exit the room, sleep some more, eat some breakfast, sleep sleep sleep. 10:00ish-10:45—Wake up suddenly, realizing I have a class soon. Get dressed. Swallow lots of pills. Stumble down to class. 10:45-12:15—Sit in class with head resting against the wall. 12:15-2:00—Stumble back up the stairs…

Folks listen, I am here. I am at Starbucks, not to drink coffee (ick) but to GET ON THE INTERNET FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I’VE GOTTEN HERE. Well, really I should be working on my speech on why people fall in love at Bible School cause even though I’m not giving it till Monday…

In the Denver airport at this moment, heading to Pittsburgh! SMBI, here I come!

Last night, around midnight. Me: Man, you know how I was gonna apply to go to SMBI second term and then didn’t after all, cause I was so sick? I wish now I would have. It would have worked so perfectly. I’m done with my schoolwork and Annie and don’t have anything to do. Dad:…

I cannot imagine how someone could even begin to keep track of my life. I keep moving here and there and everywhere. Now what? After all my sojourning, it looks like I’ll be moving back to Oregon. I don’t understand why I’m hanging on to Colorado so bad. I have 18-year roots in Oregon, and…

My cousin Hiillary and I don’t really text each other or keep up on facebook or even email, but sometimes we write letters to each other. And I have to say, Hillary knows how to write a letter. There it was, in the mailbox. A bright green envalope with white paper doilies glued to it,…