Decaf Coffee Can Keep You Awake
Last week my roommate had a big night of studying before two tests. I decided to supercharge her studying and brew some coffee. Sure enough, the coffee focused her brain, kept her perky until the wee hours, and added a pinch of motivation in the way only coffee can claim to do.
What I didn’t tell her was that it was decaffeinated! And my thesis was proven true: the idea of coffee motivates! Such a lovely blessing.
But I must explain why I bought Decaf Coffee two weeks ago:
1. My fear has come true: I realized I have a slight and rapidly growing dependence upon coffee. The timer on my coffee maker is too convenient not to use it every morning. And here’s
Seeing God in Beauty
Chapter 5
Here’s the game: Name everything you see. I remember thinking I would dominate such game. Afterall, I am quite the fan of words.
As I began to play, I immediately learned that there were countless “things” that sent my mind racing but didn’t lend to a word. Like, what do you call the yellow or red concrete slab that sits at the end of a parking spot?
I dare you to play. You’ll be embarrassed like I still am.
Today has been mucky all day, so when my dreary living room filled with light all on its own, my investigation led me to my window. Intrigued, I soon found myself standing on my porch staring at the sky.
For 20 minutes my
When Studying Fails
Chapter 4
Right now is probably the most inopportune time to write a blog entry. There’s no pressing need to write and there’s certainly no grade attached to it— contrary to my homework due tomorrow. Plus, it’s 12:43 a.m.
2 hours ago Hanna sat across the kitchen table from me so that my good study skills could motivate her to pursue her studies with excellence and vigor. Such a statement is equivalent to saying coffee will make you fall asleep faster. Waving a treat in front of dog’s face, distractions hit.
However, I’ve decided a sign of maturity is learning how to laugh at what is immature.
In that regard I can firmly say we
Summer’s Prank
Chapter 3.
All of the evidence was in line so I figured it to be true. Like the rest of us, I fell for the joke; I thought Fall had arrived in all its glory. Oh Mr. Summer—what a prankster. It is currently very UnFall; it might as well be July. It’s actually so Summer right now that I took a detour from class just to ride my bike at that peaceful pace— just fast enough to feel the breeze but just slow enough that my heart rate doesn’t quicken.
By the time I made it home, summer was the only thing on my mind. It was a must: I jumped into the pool. I tried to talk my roommate into joining me
Using Saturday as Rest
Chapter 2.
I have a book report due next week and I have yet to reach chapter two. Thankfully life still continues—ever so steadily and oftentimes much too quickly. I want a pause button.
When I first sat down, Clayton asked how it felt to be a junior. In simplicity, I blurted out “it’s sad.” It’s just like how you start taking tiny sips when you realize half your frappacino is gone or how my sister refuses to eat the last couple of pieces from her wedding cake from 2 years ago. I want a pause button.
I’m still at Panera, and the $2 tea I bought 5 hours ago has worked its way down to being about 20 cents a cup. I’ve also