At times, I have been more than overly cynical about my life here at Moody Bible Institute. People don't understand that it's not Moody that makes me critical, but I'd probably be like this wherever I was. Which, yes, for some might be frightening. Despite some's thoughts that I would have been kicked out or dropped out or just transfered out a long time prior to today, it looks like I will graduate from here.
And, to some's great, great surprise, I actually have enjoyed the fact I go here - not every aspect of it, but, no pain - no gain. And, at what other institution would I have garnered such a tremendous ability in the field of self-entertainment as opposed to a tremendous propensity towards stimulants and depressants.
When I first told my ex-friends that I was going to Moody, their response was, "Wow, Sarah, A school that's named just like you act!" They were very supportive.
shot glasses!
perhaps the pinacle of my Moody career - and the result of a Founder's Week Era 2000 epiphany.
"Moody Students Don't Drink" - Because, what fun is life without crass marketing?
(no worries, the money from this didn't give my pockets a pale green lining, but went to alcoholics victorious.)
if you ask nicely, I might even remember where (for a three dollar donation) I put those last few glasses.
my upperclassman letter
some people get felt letters to go on leather jackets, some people get letters of reprimand from the dean.
i have something else clever to say along the lines of my finally getting caught for something, but that would be incriminating, and i'll reserve such comments for after i receive my diploma.
The Top Ten Reasons Stowell Did Not Prepare for President's Chapel
easter is my very favourite pagan fertility holiday! and what better way to celebrate than make bunny ears out of panty-hose, hangers, and headbands? (as at the time, playboy jokes are unnnnnnappreciated)
[bunny one is paul, bunny two is karla, bunny me is me, and, no karla that is not a stupid face, it's cute]
raco (the student group that doesn't take itself overly seriously) celebrated mardi gras in the plaza. it wasn't mari, and it wasn't forty days before easter, but, it was unliscensed revelry. which one in all sensibilities can not disapprove of.
the chalk art, however, simply was just asking for trouble. our contribution? we called it, "The Result of the Real Mardi Gras, and the Reason for the Alcohol Rule: Students Passed Out in the Plaza Don't Bring in Donors." the chalk outline is of a dearly departed aviation student, paul, who can stick his finger up his nose to the second nuckle.
the end had arrived. finals week 2000. and to avoid what had happened during finals week 1999, constructive creativity!
it was even a biblical idea this time to repair the damage from celebrating easter! we had reached the end - we had received our crowns - and we probably only had no more than four-six years of school left per person - but, we were that much closer to the end.
stowell even joined in the fun and games, but was rather demanding about where his crown was. i could have referred back to founder's week 2000 and more than one chapel to his comments on his not getting as many crowns in heaven because he had recognition, money, etc., on earth. but i refrained.
this is just amusing. a dear abby letter on why a bar is no better than church.
D.L. Moody did more than preach and sell shoes. during a road trip through southern texas, we discovered he also owned a taco franchise. who can resist the lure of hot sauce? we don't blame you, DL.
finally, why DL Moody is the best kisser I've kissed on Moody campus!!!!