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Haley Raydo

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November 2, 2013

Follow Me Around: Dorm Room, Basketball Game, Weird Squirrels

November 2, 2013 | By | No Comments

Hello friends!

So if you want to know what a (semi) normal day looks like for a freshman at MNU…. Here you go! Meet my friends, walk around campus with me, and get to know what campus life is like! I had a lot of fun filming my day.  The only thing I missed was the Masquerade that night for Halloween.

If you make it to the end… Major props to you!

Thanks for stopping by!

Haley

Follow me on tweeter and insta @haleyraydoo and @mnublogs

 

Britney Lewis

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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.

Heather Engle

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October 28, 2013

The Weekend of All Weekends

October 28, 2013 | By | No Comments

Hello lovely friends,

Well as you can tell by my title, this weekend was pretty sweet. Probably one of the most eventful weekends i’ve had since I’ve been here. So let the pictures begin! :]

To start off telling you guys about this eventful weekend, I thought id let you meet one of my friends. Well, here he is. His name is Daniel. and yes, you’re right, he IS balancing on top of a metal bar in our laundry room, or as the door tells us, the “Launders.” daniel Maybe I should explain why this was happening. A couple of girls in our hall had their birthdays in the same week, so some of their friends decided to throw them a surprise party. This was his hiding place. room amandaLater that night, my roommate Amanda and I decided to go crazy and rearrange our whole room! This definitely was not a job we could do on our own. moving room

I know by the looks of Amanda and I you would have never guessed that we needed help with our bed because we are basically body builders, but in result of me almost being crushed by the bedframe, we called in the boys from the surprise party to help us with our bed! It was super nice of them to come over and help us, I wouldn’t have wanted to leave a party to go move a bed. But they did it anyways! so if you are reading this, thank you guys! :] We greatly appreciated it! bedandstuffs this is what my side of the room looked like before! finished room

so this is what my side of the room looks like now! ihopsign!

The next night, this was Friday, the wonderful bible study I am in decided to all go to Ihop for late night breakfast! I am extremely blessed to able to know every single one of them!

all of us at ihop

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Also, blueberry pancakes are the best pancakes EVER. pumpkin patch

That next morning some of the dorms here at MNU came together and had a dorm event at the Louiseburg Cider Mill!

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They had delicious hot cider, and sider doughnuts! I maybe ate 3 of them….

  2013-10-27 00.02.47 This is Amanda (my roomie) holding up our pumpkin family. We went to Wal-Mart on Saturday night to get some baby pumpkins! We decided to make them into a pumpkin family. It was a wonderful time! 2013-10-27 01.01.24 Later that night, after we were all finished painting our pumpkin family, my friend Annie Wiskus comes into my room holding these glow stars! I was SO excited because I had been looking all over for them so I could put on my ceiling! (I know, I’m a little girl) But she finally found them for me and I could not contain my excitement! :] Now I can see the solar system when I go to sleep at night. Which is all I’ve ever wanted in life! Just kidding. not all I’ve ever wanted…but pretty close! :] So guys, this was my weekend! I hope this gave you a glimpse of the wonderful memories that can take place with a wonderful community of people such as the one I have here at MNU!

College..I love you.

-Heather Rose :]

Mario Flores

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October 25, 2013

Here’s to one of my favorite peeps and my favorite season at MNU: Randy Cloud and Autumn

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The following pics of trees and their leaves may not be interesting to those of y’all who are familiar with the Midwestern Fall seasons, if that’s the case with you, good for you that you got to live and experience such beauty for so long!!

Look at that color that contrasts so well with the tree right beside it!

Look at that color that contrasts so well with the tree right beside it!

So this photo and the one right before it were actually the first fall pics I took and I even sent home last year to my folks! Even though this wasn't so new to them:P

So this photo and the one right before it were actually the first fall pics I took and I even sent home last year to my folks! Even though this wasn’t so new to them:P Also, right behind the orangey pinkish tree is Lunn, that’s where I work! To the left of the photo is where I walked past in my first vlog on my way to Campus Center!

 

So here's pic1 of a red leaved tree right outside Weatherby chapel.

So here’s pic1 of a red leaved tree right outside Weatherby chapel.

 

Here's pic2 of that same tree right outside Weatherby. Friends  even the leaves die beautifully here!

Here’s pic2 of that same tree right outside Weatherby. Friends even the leaves die beautifully here!

 

Here's one in transition that's just outside Metz.

Here’s one in transition that’s just outside Metz.

Anyone else think this is shweeet!?

Anyone else think this is shweeet!?

And just a taste of winter with this frozen leaf!

And just a taste of winter with this frozen leaf!

 

Now some of you may be thinking, “This guy is just another typical California tree hugger…” Well… for the record I have never hugged a tree. But I am proud to say that I recycle paper!! Genesis 1:29-30, God had Adam and Eve take care of the earth with all its living creatures, so I’m secure in whatever judgments you make:P

 

Onto to Randy Cloud:

Here's Randy in Philosophy. He never hesitates to do things out of the ordinary in order to help us remember that which we need to.

Here’s Randy in Philosophy. He never hesitates to do things out of the ordinary in order to help us remember that which we need to.

In this case we were learning about Emmanuel Kant. Kant helped introduce people to the idea that it is our reason that interprets what our senses tells us regarding reality. Yes, I was paying attention

In this case we were learning about Emmanuel Kant. Kant helped introduce people to the idea that it is our reason that interprets what our senses tells us regarding reality. Yes, I was paying attention

As astonishingly intelligent Prof Randy is, he said that "I just grabbed the first marker available" It wasn't so bad having a sharpie mark on his forehead, but he was going to be meeting with some higher-up administration people that afternoon. I'm sure it went well regardless:P

As astonishingly intelligent Prof Randy is, he said that “I just grabbed the first marker available” It wasn’t so bad having a sharpie mark on his forehead, but he was going to be meeting with some higher-up administration people that afternoon. I’m sure it went well regardless:P

"I know where everything is in my office. If you moved something, I'd know." I still haven't gotten the courage to test his proud proclamation. Also my friend Tyler Hall is in this pic. We were both waiting for Randy (Our Advisor) to help us with scheduling next semester's classes.

“I know where everything is in my office. If you moved something, I’d know.”
I still haven’t gotten the courage to test his proud proclamation. Also my friend Tyler Hall is in this pic. We were both waiting for Randy (Our Advisor) to help us with scheduling next semester’s classes.

 

 

Randy: So I think I've figured out what I'll do to my office to allow room for more books. Me: Randy your crazy- Randy: I'm just going to remove the ceiling tiles and install shelves that will hang down. It'll be great. Me: Randy do you think you're a hoarder? Randy: No. I just really am a lover of books and have a hard time parting with them....which could lead to hoarding...

Randy: So I think I’ve figured out what I’ll do to my office to allow room for more books.
Me: Randy you’re crazy–
Randy: I’m just going to remove the ceiling tiles and install shelves that will hang down. It’ll be great.
Me: Randy do you think you’re a hoarder?
Randy: No. I just really am a lover of books and have a hard time parting with them….which could lead to hoarding…

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Here’s him not yet ready for a picture.

And here's Prof. Cloud, this time ready and posing with his "Miley Cyrus face".

And here’s Prof. Cloud, this time ready and posing with his “Miley Cyrus face”.

Kelsey Cranford

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October 9, 2012

An Arizona Weekend

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This last weekend my paradigm was shifted from cool, fall weather consisting of scarves, boots, and pumpkins to a distant land far, far away filled with sunshine, shades, and desert. I was ready for a mental break, for a shift of gears. I was ready to set aside the college chaos for a weekend and allow my mind to take in something fresh and new.

Arizona is quite different from the epic state of Kansas. It contains a beauty that is quite unique, consisting of cacti, palm trees, red rock, and mountains. My man and I took off for this spectacular place for his daddio’s wedding. We were stoked, not only just to hang out with the Anderson clan, but also to show our support and excitement of a union between a wonderful man and a wonderful woman, both whom honor and love the Lord. The entire weekend was a laugh fest as people simply enjoyed each other’s company, and I was welcomed with open arms to be a part of this family and their celebration as if I had always been. Let’s just say, it was most definitely worth the trip. #realtalk

If we look hard enough, there are examples of redemption all over the place. As fall begins, I am reminded that the leaves will begin to turn and fall, plants will begin to wither and fade, and the cold will soon begin. Snow and the long winter will eventually set in and before we know it all green will cease. Yet, spring will surely come as it has always come, and the new will spring up and flourish. This weekend, as well as this season, is yet another reminder to me of how beautiful it is that God allows us to shed off the old and take on the new. Time and time again the opportunity is provided to become something new, something fresh—a redeemed being. We are never to a point where this opportunity is taken away because it is something not based upon our performance or character, but is something based completely on the character of our Lord—SOLID. We are not bound by our former selves unless we so choose to be bound. This freedom we crave is ours so long as we simply accept it. How beautiful it was to witness a picture of this as I saw a man so filled with love and joy as he awaited his beautiful bride, and as I saw a couple stand before us and commit their lives to each other before the Lord.