Yay Kayaking photos!

Many of you may not know this but I have had the opportunity to kayaking while I am up here. It was so nice! Besides the cold, I think I could start to like northeast paddling. Well, never as much as the southeast!
Here are some photos of me from that trip:







Lots of love!
Palmer

Frat Shirts and Boxers

For those of you worried about the title of this post, you can put the rifles back in the gun closet or under the bed, there is no yankee that "needs to be taken care".
I am simply referring to the items of clothing I am wearing curled up on my bed while writing this post.

Have you ever had any clothes that made you feel safe?
Well mine include my dad's phi delta theta shirt and a pair green, bulldog boxers.

To give you the back story, today has been a very stressful day.
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I was supposed to register for classes next semester, and what did I not do tonight? Register for classes. You may ask, "well Palmer why didn't you?" or "why don't you register now?" Well ladies and gentlemen, what we have here is a wonderful example of miscommunication. Let's just say Colgate forgot to inform me about a fee I had not yet paid, oh and it turns out, if you have outstanding payments, you are not allowed to register. Yippee!

Now this is no one's fault but my own, so please do not think I am pointing fingers.

The whole process of registering is already stressful, but the addition of not knowing why the computer says I cannot register and having to figure out why takes a toll on a person. Luckily it seems most of my classes are still open. Only one has closed, but I have already emailed the professor explaining my dilemma and asking to meet with her. Hopefully I will be able to use my southern charm to persuade her to make an exception for me.

But if not it isn't the end of the world.
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You can see why I needed to crawl into my worn out, comfy clothes and let the love worn in them infuse into me. If I could, I would throw on my Jackson Hole long sleeve shirt, but it isn't cold enough for that.

I promise, you can put away the shovel, nothing needs to be hidden amongst 1,000 acres of land.
When I do, I will already have my shotgun in hand when I call.

Lots of Love
Palmer

It's Cold

I really underestimated the temperature here.
Thinking back, I believe that I though that the winters would be a combination of Alabama winter temperature and snow. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahaha, wow I was really naive.
Anyway, there isn't anything I can do about it now.

So I don't know whether I have ever listed out my courses I am taking this semester. My apologies! Here it goes:

Harmony 1: music theory class at 9:20 a.m. mon, tues, weds, and fri
Chemistry 101: basic chemistry at 11:20 a.m. mon, weds, and fri
Chemistry 101 Lab: lab at 9:15 a.m. -12:15 p.m. thrusday
Legacies of the Ancient World: required history/philosophy class at 12:20 a.m. mon, tues, and fri
Basics of Acting: freshman seminar at 1:20 -2:35 tues and thurs

I really enjoy all of my classes and am so lucky to have this schedule.

Oh and I declared my major! Well, one of them. Since I know that I want to major in Music (plus free voice lessons!) I decided I might as well go ahead and declare. Declaring is basically me asking a professor in that department to be my advisor (mine is my Harmony 1 professor), mapping out a plan for the next 4 years, and then filling out paperwork. It's not binding, so I can drop it anytime I want which is nice to not have to worry about. I still need to get my paperwork turned in though... I guess that is what I will be doing today.

Sending my love from Yankee territory!!

Palmer

Lemonade Without Sugar is only Lemon Juice

(Ok so the title of this post is not the most optimistic in the world, BUT there is a surprise ending!)

This week the phrase "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade" has been on my mind. But what happens if you have all lemons, but there is no sugar to be found? I was getting very frustrated because I realized life is in control of both the lemons and the sugar.
And the only thing I could make was lemon juice.
I am not sure how this all came about but I think it was a combination of seeing my friend and roommate, Michelle and Alice, be occupied with Outdoor Ed (which I was rejected from), people in my freshman seminar talking about being in the Cabaret (rejected from), seeing posters about a cappella concerts (again rejected from), and finally being in the slow boat in crew.
After being successful in high school and knowing my place there, it is really scary having to restart and discover your niche in college. I had it all planned out, there wasn't going to be that awkward phase to adjusting. Boy was I ever wrong.
I really hated college this week, and I wanted to get out of here. God knew; I told him more times than needed. Finally on Friday, I gave up and told him that I was tired of trying to control every aspect of my life.
Well, apparently he was listening.
Last night I had a blast with my friends. There was no weight on my shoulders, I felt like I could breath. Putting my life into his hands and knowing he was in control was the most wonderful experience.
It made me realize that if try to follow my own plans, I will only find lemons, but if I let God be in control, I am sure to find the sugar.