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October 29, 2013

A Mummy Like You

October 29, 2013 | By | No Comments

Blog world!

In the spirit of Halloween, I have written a short story for you to enjoy!

Remember, be safe this Halloween!

Till Next time,

Love,

Britney

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A Mummy Like You- By Britney Lewis

  I grabbed my jacket, brushed my brown hair into a ponytail, and climbed out my bedroom window in hopes to avoid confrontation with my parents. I was on my way to Whisper Creek’s hill in anticipation to see Caesarion’s spirit at midnight in the mausoleum. Caesarion was the son of Cleopatra VII and Julius Caesar. When he was seventeen, he was murdered by the current ruler, Octavian, out of fear that he’d lose his place as king. Old and mummified, Caesarion’s corpse was discovered a few years ago, and the museum in my city was granted the honor to keep his body on display. It is said that the mausoleum, a few ways down the road from the museum, has Caesarion’s spirit attached to it; and at midnight, on All Hallow’s Eve, under the skylight in the mausoleum, Caesarion comes back to earth for exactly three minutes and forty-five seconds. I didn’t believe the rumors at first, but after hours of YouTube videos on my laptop, I decided to check it out for myself. Not only will I be able to see a seventeen-year-old Egyptian boy from 30 BC, but I could videotape the sighting and turn it into my school’s contest for scariest video of all time. Not to mention, if I won, I’d have enough money to buy the new iPhone I’ve been waiting for.

When I made it to the catacombs, on top of Whisper Creek’s Hill, I entered the building with a confident heart. I wasn’t afraid of the experience I would face in the near future. After all, my name was Adira, and when translated from Hebrew, it means strong.

 I pushed the doors open, and a powerful wind filled with debris slapped me hard in the face. I struggled to breathe through a few coughs, and I fanned the air in front of me. The inside of the mausoleum was small, dark, and cold, but the skylight wasn’t too far from where I was. Out of precaution, I grabbed the flashlight I had packed in my backpack and turned it on.

The longer I walked down the hallway, the more I felt like the stone walls were closing in on me. I clung onto my arms and focused on my breathing. Everything will be okay, I thought. I’m just overreacting.

The floor moaned and creaked as I tip-toed down it, and the blood in my heart began to pump twice as fast. My fear was growing with every step I took closer to the skylight.

When I arrived to the center of the mausoleum, I opened my backpack and retrieved my camera. I sat it up in the corner of the room, next to one of the old walls. From this angle, the camera would catch everything in sight.

I checked the time on my wrist before I started the stop watch. It was exactly midnight which meant that Caesarion would be here in any minute…

While I waited under the skylight, the bright moon shun throughout the center of the mausoleum, enlightening the place with its creepy luminosity, and the trees outside filled the room with a plethora of shadows that played with my imagination. I thought the trees were trying to tell me something with their scrawny arms casted on the walls. Maybe they were warning me to leave…or maybe they were nothing more than shadows, and my mind was playing tricks on me.

I rubbed my cold palms together and checked the time again: sixty seconds had passed. Was it me, or did the temperature in here drop below freezing? I could see my breath as my breathing kicked it up a notch, and I began to waddle from side to side to get the blood flowing through my veins again.

As I turned around to face my camera, I smelt something strange. The room reeked of rotting eggs and raw meat. Covering my nose, I checked the time again. This time, three minutes had passed.

I huffed. “This is so stupid.” I mumbled. Why did I decide to come up here anyway? It was freezing, this placed smelt of the dead, and there was obviously no mummy spirit anywhere!

Whilst I retrieved my camera, and shoved it back into my book bag, I heard the tiles creek in the hall behind me. I glanced over at it, squinting my eyes so I could see in the dark, but there was nothing there. I shrug my shoulders. Oh, well. If the mummy isn’t going to come, then he can stay in this filthy place forever. I thought, as I zipped up my backpack.

I reached for my flashlight before I entered the hall that would take me back outside, but it wasn’t in my back pocket where I had placed it. I then scrambled though my book bag, but it wasn’t there either. I must have left it on the floor, under the skylight.

As I reentered the center of the mausoleum, I was stopped in my place. I kid you not, under the skylight, holding my flash light, was the mummy of Caesarion.

My jaw dropped, and my eyes grew with mystification. Holy cow! Was this actually happening right now? Was I witnessing the spirit of freaking mummy?!?!

I took my back pack off slowly, trying not to draw attention to myself while I looked for my camera. Once I had the camera in my hands, it slipped through my grasp, creating a noise that was loud enough to let Caesarion know that he was no longer alone.

I looked up slowly, terrified that something bad would happen, and when my eyes reached the center of the room, Caesarion was no where to be found.

I sighed in relief. His three minutes and forty-five seconds had been up, so his spirit must have vanished. As always, I had the worst timing.

As I stuffed my camera back into my bag for the last time, I was knocked off my feet by a piercing yell coming from behind me. Caesarion had never left, and as I scrambled to get to my feet, he was charging toward me.

Flustered and afraid that I’d lose my life, I ran to the opposite side of the room—this was about the same time when I declared my idea, to come to Whisper’s Creek, stupid. I should have stayed at home like all the other sixteen-year-olds.I could be warm and cozy in my bed, but instead, I’ve decided to risk my life for a brand, new IPhone–this is so not worth it.

My knees knocked together, and I was trembling all over. Dang it, Adira. This has got to be the stupidest idea in all of humanity!

Cornered into a wall, with no place to run, the mummy came closer to me. In order to protect myself from this “thing,”  I began flinging objects at him. I threw my camera, the watch I had on my wrist, and even a granola bar, but somehow, he managed to dodge everything I threw. What the heck? He was like some supernatural, ninja-mummy of the living dead.

Caesarion’s lifeless body trampled toward me, and with the light of the moon, I could see his eyes glistening. They weren’t the eyes that I was expecting; they didn’t seem dead or corroded, they were tantalizing. I was finding myself, oddly, paralyzed by this mummy’s gaze. How was this possible? How could something dead seem so undead…?

With my life hanging on the edge, I knew I would die soon. Caesarion was a foot away from me with his arms hanging low, and his head cocked to the side. Before he came any closer, he unraveled the cloth from his body, unveiling an enchanting silhouette of a teenage boy.

I cupped my mouth with both of my hands. How could this be? How is his body still intact, and why…why was he so beautiful?

Caesarion took another step toward me, smiling at me now. His short, black hair was perfectly groomed, and his teeth were whiter than mine. The dimple in the side of his smile lines was perfectly carved into his cheek, and when he pulled his lips into a smirk, his wide, hazel eyes, grew with excitement; the light danced in them, and they seemed softer than the cotton in my pillow case.

Caesarion leaned toward me, and when he did, I no longer felt afraid. He looked helpless, and I couldn’t help but smile at his current existence.

Then he whispered, with an accent as thick the sea.  “Welcome back, Adira. I’ve been waiting for your return for almost an eternity.” He grinned, captivating my soul with every consecrated word he spoke.

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October 22, 2013

So you wanna teach in a small town, eh?

October 22, 2013 | By | 2 Comments

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As an English education Major…as an education major, period, there are a lot of options to choose from when it comes to where you want to teach. I like to divide them into a few categories: suburban, rural, inner-city, and top-notch schools (which can be found in either of the other categories.)

Growing up in the inner-city, I’ve always felt it was my calling to return back home when it was my time to teach. I’ve consistently felt the urge to give back to my community, to show those students love who don’t always receive it at home, and to build relationships there.

I have always known where I want to be, as far as teaching-wise, but I had to be sure. Thus, I found myself venturing off, with the education department, to the South West, Kansas (a good 6 and a half hours away…with a few stops, of course.)

We stayed at a Comfort Inn. It was nice! And it was my first time in a hotel!

We stayed at a Comfort Inn. It was nice! And it was my first time in a hotel!

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As a sophomore, this was a little out of my comfort zone. I haven’t been accepted into the education program, and yet, I was attending a Common Core* meeting with hundreds of other teachers. It was bananas! I could imagine being right there–in that audience full of teachers- in a few years when I receive my teaching diploma and graduate from college. I wasn’t anywhere close to home, but, somehow, this felt like home to me.

A speaker from the Common Core meeting.

A speaker from the Common Core meeting.

I’m not gonna lie, I hadn’t been there for more than three hours when I, along with two other students, were offered a job. We were all stunned. This guy didn’t even know us, but he was willing to take down our name, number, and set up an interview with his superintendent. Sadly, we had to pass up the job offer because, frankly, neither one of us were in the position to be teaching other people.

Surprisingly, I liked the rural town a lot. The longer I stayed there, the quicker I found myself adjusting to the life style (well, sort-of.) On the last day, in the middle-of-nowhere-Kansas, I had the chance to tour a few different schools, and for a short moment, I could almost in-vision myself staying in that little town forever.

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The principles, and superintendents were awesome, and I wouldn’t mind working side-by-side with them. They even joked of marrying us off if I, or any other student, came to work there. They said they were joking, but we all knew they were quite serious about it. If I could keep a fantastic teacher in my school district, I’d find them a spouse, and keep them in my town forever, too! ;)

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But every rural district has its pros and cons

Pros:

-People are friendly (But seriously, I’m not even kidding. They welcomed us with open arms.)

-There’s land everywhere

-Class sizes aren’t too large. (There’s less distractions, and easier to get through an entire lesson plan.)

-Christianity is openly communicated. (Which is stinkin amazing!)

-The cost of living was cheaper. ( I was practically sold on that alone. Two-hundred dollars for rent–that’s heavenly.)

-It’s easier to build relationships with students.

-Great benefits.

Cons:

-There’s too much land. (If land sickness was possible, I probably would have caught that.)

-Some class sizes are way too small. (At an elementary school I had visited, the fourth grade class had four girls. Just imagine if half of your class was gone with the flu.)

-It smelled like animal everywhere!

-It was too far from home.

-teachers had extra duties. (such as coaching, or teaching after school classes, etc.)

 

 

After processing this information, I knew, for sure, that a small town wasn’t for me.

By the end of the trip, I missed the city so much, and once I was back in Olathe, I couldn’t imagine being in a small town ever again.

The rural setting isn’t for everyone–it definitely wasn’t for me–but I’m glad I had the opportunity to do such thing. The trip opened my eyes to new ideas, and I was given the chance that many other students don’t have.

If the opportunity to travel with the education department every arises, I suggest you take it and run!

It’s almost a one-in-a-lifetime kind of thing!

As always, talk to you next week!

Love,

Britney.

 

*The Common Core State Standards Initiative is a U.S. education initiative that seeks to bring diverse state curricula into alignment with each other by following the principles of standards-based education reform

For more Common Core info: http://www.corestandards.org/

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October 15, 2013

In A Few Words Or Less…

October 15, 2013 | By | No Comments

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In a few words or less

I could tell you what I like the best.

I like tea.

I’m not a big fan of coffee.

Ha!

My favorite season happens to be Autumn.

I like the way the leaves change colors before they crumble and fall. I like how it smells like Halloween for thirty-one days, and then how everything loses it all.

I’m also obsessed with the spring rain.

The sound of the pitter-patter against my window pane drives me insane–but in a good way.

The thunder and the smell of it all makes me want to grab my favorite fleece blanket and crumble into a ball. It’s like heaven and earth have collided–there’s so much beauty, I can’t even describe it.

But

What I love the most.

More than writing…

More than this day…

More than this single, effortless, complete breath.

Is God’s endless compassion and grace for us. He wanted us so much that he sent his only, begotten son to death.

And we don’t deserve it, we never do, yet he takes our guilt and shame and humbles us. He wraps us in his giant arms because he loves us.

Day after day, hour after hour, and moment after moment; slowly, but surely, we fall into this intense, crazy love for Christ.

We reach the heist–the top of the hill where as no other beating organ could replace, comprehend, or pinpoint entirely how we feel.

And I wish I could say it simply–with one word…with one sentence.

with a few words or less.

But it’s too difficult; it’s an irredeemable, hot, flustered mess.

Even as I type this–my laptop warm on my lap–I can’t conjure the right words to finish this post.

The love I have for him, our host, consist of more than the two-hundred and ninety-eight words I already have.

It’s an underlying question that I have never had the courage to ask.

Like I said: It’s not simple. It’s the most indescribable, unconcealed, picturesque love I have ever had the pleasure to taste.

It’s that sweet kind of love, the love you could never, ever hate.

So with a few words…or more

Here’s some words for the heart

The soul,

and the core.

 

Till next time blog world!

Love,

Britney

 

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October 8, 2013

They Came In Like A Wrecking Ball.

October 8, 2013 | By | No Comments

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If you came to my blog thinking it would be about Miley Cyrus…then there’s a good chance that you’re probably going to be very upset with me because my blog has nothing to do with Miley…

It’s actually about Football.

Yup…that’s right…today’s post is dedicated to Saturday’s football game against Baker University.

Just imagine sitting outside in the stands on a sunny day.

The air is cool, and the wind has entangled itself around you.

The shouting crowd tingles your ear-buds and sends a rush of adrenaline straight to your heart. Everyone around you has their feet off the ground; they jump in unison, and create a loud bang as the bottom of their soles come crashing down into the steel bleachers underneath them.

You are pumped now.

The blood is racing through your veins, and you’re shouting from the top of your lungs.

“Go team, go!” you yell…

“You can do it!” you shout again.

You believe in your team and you know they have the potential to win.

But then the silence comes…

And the clouds cover the bright sky.

The blood in your veins have slowed, and you’re beginning to feel cold now.

You are dumbfounded, and you can not believe your eyes.

Your team has just lost to their BIGGEST rivals.

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The Crowd facing the lost of one of the most memorable football games.

First off, I’d like to say that our t-shirts cursed us! I mean, come on! It was the curse of the shirts! After a thirteen year streak of winning against Baker, I believe this was one of the first years we’ve decided to create a shirt.

I had actually considered burning this shirt...but I love MNU way too much.

I had actually considered burning this shirt…but I love MNU way too much.

We walked into the stadium confident…but it just wasn’t happening for us, and i’d like to blame it on the shirt!

 However, although we were losing, we found a way to keep our spirits high during half time.

I won’t say much as to what happened; I’ll let your imagination do all the talking…but just know…homecoming was a week away for us…and no, these are not the actual candidates.

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The King and Queen!

The King and Queen!

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The lost was hard–they did come in like a wrecking ball–and on days like this I have to remind myself that it’s just a game.

The world Isn’t going to end.

MNU Isn’t going to go out of business

and our football team will have good games, and they’ll have bad games.

It’s the people who make the team, and it’s the school who shapes those people. A game doesn’t define us as a whole. We are who we are and I love my school.

So, with that said, how do you cheer up a sad pioneer?

You take them to Oklahoma Joe’s!

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Until next time folks,

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Love,

Britney!

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October 1, 2013

What To Expect While Living In The Dorms…

October 1, 2013 | By | No Comments

 

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A lot of people ask: Hey, what’s it like living in the dorms?

And as I look back into their starry, wandering eyes, I give them the rapid, to-the-point, version on what life is like in the dorms.

Because I think that’s what they want to hear…

Because I think that’s what’s best…

But it’s not.

They want to know all the juicy details. They want to know what it looks like; how many rules there are; how many people are placed in a room, and so on and so forth…

Luckily, I’ve had the pleasure to live in Stockton (girls freshman dorm) for an entire school year. So, there’s a good chance that I can answer every-single question you have.

BUT before I give you the honest truth on life inside the dorms, here’s the room tour I promised last week. The video goes by quite fast, so if you blink, you might just miss it…seriously…

It’s at the very top of the page ^^^^^

But here’s the link  below–just in case.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4MU_HWBq7k&feature=youtu.be

First things first: Girls will be girls…as boys will be boys…

There will be some nights when you just want to exile everyone in the dorm out onto the streets. There will be loudness; there will be chaos, and you can’t escape it…Uh-huh, nope! That’s the sweetness of living in a community style dorm. You’d think those cinder-block walls will block the sounds, but nah, that doesn’t keep everything out–you will hear your neighbor, whether you’re eavesdropping or you’re just lounging around; trust me, it will happen! There might be a game of hallway Frisbee (I played it last year…it was stinkin awesome!) Or…there might be people lounging in the halls, skyping or watching netflix. Either way, life will be unfolding–EVERYWHERE–right before your eyes. I’d suggest taking a breath, drinking some tea, and forgetting that silence ever even existed. It’s not too bad once you get the hang of it, and if it really bothers you, you can always invest in ear plugs. Or, you could join in–Hey, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!

Here’s a picture of what the hallways will look like!

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The truth about the bathrooms.

I can’t say too much about the guys bathroom since I’ve never been inside of one, but I can say that they’ll probably look identical to the pictures I post below.

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As you can see, the bathrooms are nice and clean (the cleaning ladies clean everyday, Monday-Friday.) But during those TWO days that the cleaning ladies are away, the bathroom turns into all-chaos! There will be pranks: Once, a few stalls had plastic wrap all over it. Another time, there was guacamole on the toilet seats. :(

People will leave their food in the sinks…*Sigh*….and they’ll remain there until a smelly odor arrives. The stalls WILL be clogged. I remember, last year, there was always this one stall that no one could use–it was like the toilet was allergic to toilet paper or something! It was excruciating. (Also, if any of those things do happen, tell your RA! He or She will know what to do!)

Also…please flush…no one wants to see all that nastiness!

The showers are also quite nice.

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However, I can not stress enough, PLEASE wear shower shoes–you won’t regret it, I promise!

Laundry!

On each floor in Snowbarger, Lampher, Stockton and Rice, a laundry room will be provided.

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There’s usually two washers and two dryers. Doing laundry is FREE–Praise the Lord–so don’t worry about bringing quarters. As long as you take care of the washers and don’t over fill, or under fill them, then they should work perfectly…for the most part.

FREEDOM!

AS a freshman, you’re freedom is a tad bit limited–not because we don’t trust you, but because we love you, and we want you to make good decisions. With that said, there will be a curfew, and you’ll be required to check in with you’re RA every night. Don’t worry too much, though! It’s not as bad as it seems, and if you’re doing what you’re supposed to do, then you’ll be fine!

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Also, there is this thing called open hours; the times fluctuate depending on what year you are in. In other words, the campus has allowed days where the opposite sex can be in your room–which is awesome because you can hang out with your guy friends or girls friends without going to the lobby all the time.

The “Real” Reason Why Pets Aren’t Allowed.

Everyone one wants to bring their pets. Heck, everyday I think about going out and buying a dog. The truth is, life is lonely without your loyal companion, and no person can replace that. But honestly, it’s college! If you really sit down and think about it, when will you have time to feed, and let your animals out? They’ll feel neglected because you’ll never be home, and they’ll use the bathroom all over the place, and your neighbors will begin to complain about the smell coming from inside of your room. All of it is a hassle. If you really need to have someone to tell your inner thoughts to besides your favorite stuffed animal, you can always purchase a fish or a turtle! They don’t exactly have fur, and they don’t demand as much attention.

Meet my roommate and I’s fish. His name is Bubbles!

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As always, I hoped my blog enlightened you on something new!

Peace and Love,

Britney

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September 24, 2013

The Roommate Situation, My Life, Academics, and Other Things That Might Not Fall Into This Category

September 24, 2013 | By | No Comments

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Blog World, it’s true: Today, my blog has no direct theme and is full of random information.

Random information, in which, I hope you find helpful…

The Roommate:

I think the scariest thing about moving away from home, and onto a college campus, would be living with someone you don’t know.

For the next nine months, you get to share your personal space with a complete, and total, stranger. However, it’s not as scary as it seems. A roommate can be someone you confide in, someone you share many laughs with, and someone you will remember for the rest of your life. When It comes to choosing a roomie, I’d suggest choosing wisely. I’ve heard sooo many terrible stories about rooming with a best friend. It turns out, living with someone you already know, can create a dent in a good friendship. I’m not saying it won’t work out, but I’d be very careful when it comes to rooming with a best friend. When filling out your housing information for MNU, there is an option to choose a random roommate! There, you are given the option to find a roommate who–hopefully–has the same qualities as you. For example: Messy/Super organized, Early-bird/Night owl ect. Again, these things aren’t exact, but at least you get some say in your rooming situation.

Advice:

  1. Communication is Key: If your roommate does something that bugs you, let him/her know immediately. Mis-communication is one of the BIGGEST problems people face.
  2. Create a list of rules together: That way, nothing is left unsaid. If you feel like your room is messy and needs to be cleaned, create a chart! If you think there should be certain hours to have friends over, write it down!
  3. Build friendships outside of the room: The MNU community is insanely amazing. The people here are nice–most of them ;)–and I’m sure they wouldn’t mind having you tag along. It’s good to have a few friends to fall back on–just in case life gets sour with your roommate.
  4. Have Fun: Throw parties together! Invite friends over! Get creative. Remember: college only happens once in a lifetime–for most people–make the most of it!
  5. Also: Your college experience probably won’t be anything like the movie, The Roommate…Just saying.

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Academics:

Academics At MNU are no joke! The professors here are incredible, and have been taught to teach to everyone’s needs.

The class options are almost endless. With it being my second year here as an English Education major, the reality of being an “actual” college student is finally sinking in on me. As a freshman, it was so easy to slack of, and procrastinate till I couldn’t procrastinate anymore. I was the queen of staying up late and getting work done…or not doing anything at all. It took me a year to realize that I was the only person paying for my college education. My parents weren’t helping, distant relatives weren’t helping, It was ALL me (plus the scholarships that MIdAmerica had offered.) But I realized, It’s not like public school, when I graduate, I will have loans to pay off, and I want those loans to be something I worked hard for! With that said, I’ve been spending long hours in the library doing homework and studying. I’m trying my best to get everything done on time!

Caffeine and I have officially became best friends!

This actually isn't even coffee, It's Apple Cider from Dewey's (The Campus Starbucks!)

This actually isn’t even coffee, It’s Apple Cider from Dewey’s (The Campus Starbucks!)

Lastly….

I felt the need to share a piece of my life with you! I spent my first weekend off campus this week. It was weird because I didn’t actually go home, I was staying with a woman who attends my church. She lives by herself–for now anyway. Her husband is in Serbia!–in a little cottage in Kansas City, and she has this really BIG dog named Malena–she was such a sweetheart. Anyway, I guess there really is no moral to this story. The entire weekend I watched the TV show, Bones. I enjoyed it; it has a great story line and all…but I’d rather watch Supernatural! (Woot! Woot!) I’m probably mildly obsessed with that show–I don’t know if that’s healthy or not…but who cares? Also, this weekend I took a ton of pictures! I’ll post some of them below.

P.S. I know I said I was going to post a Spindle room tour this week, but my apartment is a mess! My suite-mates and I have been uberly busy! Next week I’ll have two videos up–I promise!

Till Next Time!

Love,

Britney!

While I was waiting for my ride on Friday afternoon, I took this snap shot!

While I was waiting for my ride on Friday afternoon, I took this snap shot!

Malena: The dog that followed me around all weekend!

Malena: The dog that followed me around all weekend!

The Sunday morning sun! I guess I was feeling really inspired...

The Sunday morning sun!
I guess I was feeling really inspired…

 

 

 

 

 

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September 17, 2013

To Bring or Not to Bring–That Is The Question.

September 17, 2013 | By | 2 Comments

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So it’s the summer before your first year of college, and you ask yourself: What the heck am I supposed to bring?

It’s like you’ve been thrown out into the world naked: no clothes, no shoes, and no place to go. No one has given you directions, so you’ve been walking in a circle for the last half hour by yourself.

You’re in a foreign place…

It’s dark

and you’re naked!

You feel hopeless, and you’re on the verge of giving up.

BUT DON’T BACK DOWN YET. Thankfully, your life probably isn’t anything like the metaphor I mentioned above…and if it is…well, that’s a completely different subject.

You’re not naked; there’s a sun shinning somewhere; and I’m here to help you! Truthfully, the summer before I moved to MNU, I was overwhelmed with anxiety. I was the first in my family to go off to college, the school year was drawing near, and I hadn’t bought anything for my dorm.

I didn’t know that the MNU website had a page with a list of school supplies. (http://www.mnu.edu/undergraduate/student-life/dorms.html#bring) I definitely suggest checking the link out. The website has been updated and it’s almost exact…however there are a plethora of items I would NOT bring. If you bring everything on the list, your roommate will probably kick you out–just saying. ;)

What Not to Bring:

–Everything in your closet. That shirt that’s been sitting in the back of your closet for a year: LEAVE IT THERE. There’s not gonna be a day when you’re like: Oh, I should have brought that shirt. Actually, if you have more than a hand full of clothes that you don’t use anymore, you should donate them to a Goodwill or Savers.

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–Don’t Bring a popcorn popper. You’ll probably use it once, and then never use it again. Plus it’s a hassle to clean.

–There’s a good chance you’ll never use a can opener either–so drop that.

–A few other things I wouldn’t bring: hot pot, Iron/iron board (Unless you’re actually going to use it). All the books on your bookshelf (There’s not enough room for everything. Plus, I only read one and a half books my freshman year. :( )

What to bring:

Do bring a shower caddy! Many people have no idea what that is.

Preferably, I would choose one with holes at the bottom of it, so the water drains and doesn’t become moldy.

Do bring shower flip-flops! I don’t care what anyone says, shower cleaner can’t clean everything! Protect your feet from fungi and go with the flops!

Do bring a cable cord! Many people forget them, but if you want to take advantage of the free cable, I’d suggest bringing one.

–A few other things: Kleenex, umbrella, rain/snow boots, trash cans and plenty of movies to keep yourself entertained.

Lastly:

Do talk with your roommate before moving in. It might be weird, or even awkward, at first. But trust me, It’s so worth it. It would be a shame if you and your roommate had two of everything. Don’t be scared: make the first move! That way: the both of you can coordinate ideas and create a living space where everyone wants to hang out.

Here are a few photos from my dorm freshman year!

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Welp, that’s all for this week! I hope this was helpful.

Next week I’ll be posting some videos of room tours. You’ll get to see some rooms from: Stockton, Spindle, and Lampher.

Talk to you later!

Love,

Britney

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September 10, 2013

The Always Awkward Ice Breakers…

September 10, 2013 | By | 6 Comments

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Good evening beautiful blog world.

Think back to your first day of high school. Remember the weird people? The rude stares? The cafeteria food? And goodness, those terrible Ice breakers that teachers make you do before you even get the chance to catch your breath? It’s like: You’ve been running around, in a foreign place, all day looking for classes; you barely make it pass the bell, and already, the teacher wants you to stand in front of the room and introduce yourself.

Why????

  Let’s all be honest here: Ice breakers are no fun. You’d think, after you hit college, these instances would go away…but they don’t. Fortunately, the professors at MidAmerica want to know what you’re all about; they want to know what you’re majoring in, who you’re living with, and where you’re from. It’s weird, but the profs actually care–which isn’t a bad thing if you ask me. So today’s blog is solely going to be an introduction on who I am…minus the awkwardness, of course.

My name Is Britney. I’m crazy in-love with God. I am a sophomore with a major in English education and a minor in art.

I love to write! Whenever I think of a cool line or quote for one of my characters, I stick it on my desk!photo

I also really enjoy art. My grandmother is an artist, so I guess it runs in the family. I’m quite humble about my talent, and I don’t talk about it much, but I do have a strong passion for it. Here are a few photos!

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Most importantly, I am crazy about my nephew–He actually resembles me a lot.  His name is T.J. and he’ll be three in October! He has a sibling on the way! Hopefully it’s a girl. :)

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Welp, that’s me! I have officially completed an ice breaker without sweating, nervous jitters, and the thought of passing out. I hope I helped shed some light on who I am.

It would be awesome if I could hear from you all, too! I’d love to know about your weird first days of school, or what inspires you the most in life! To leave a comment, click on the title above! Remember: Ice breakers will always be awkward…but make the most of your awkwardness by getting to know the people around you! Trust me, no one is judging you. ;)

Talk to you all next time!

Love, Britney!