Remember that one time I basically dropped off the face of the earth? You all thought I died didn’t you? Well… I didn’t. It’s just college.
I’m not lying when I say that the past 3 weeks have been the craziest of my life. Rushing around to meetings and classes and rehearsals and recitals and homework and trying to find times to sleep and eat and… you get the picture. It’s been a hectic life around here. But honestly, I kinda life it. Totally submerging myself it what I have going on and just going with it. It’s actually been a blast, even if sleep doesn’t happen that often.
The music building aka Garvey is my home away from home, away from home. Basically, I live there. The majority of my classes are in that building and all rehearsals and practicing takes place in Garvey. Honestly, it’s pretty great. I love spending all day on music stuff, I mean that’s what I want to do with my life so I’d better like it, right?
Anyway, I just wanted to say that I’m not dead, and when things calm down after a while I’ll have pictures and stories to share. So, yay?
Hope September is giving you nice fall weather, because it’s sure not giving Oklahoma anything nice…
R E L A T E. R E L A X. R E F R E S H.
Along the main street of a small, Iowa town, there is a coffee house. Open the creaky front door and an instant smell of coffee fills your nose. Uneven wooden floors, friendly owners/baristas, and mismatching furniture, gives this coffee house it’s instant welcoming atmosphere. Only 3 years old, yet it’s walls hold so many memories of moments and gatherings.
I’ve personally spent hours at the coffee house working on homework, editing photos, and visiting with friends. But what has made me come to love the coffee house so much is the many, many hours I have spent working there.
Being a barista at a coffee house puts you directly in between people and their coffee. When you are asked a question, they expect you to have some sort of knowledge or opinion on it. Being asked to recommend a drink is just part of the job. It’s always a great moment when someone comes back and says “You have me hooked on that drink now!” (self-highfive right there). The customers are what makes working at the coffee house worthwhile. The regulars, who always with out fail, order the same drink. The old plain-black-coffee folks, who sit around on fridays and tell stories. The teenagers who only drink frappes. The tea ladies, who love their hot tea. And many, many others who are just looking for a satisfying coffee drink.
I’ve had the privilege to work at the coffee house again this summer, after being away at college. With only a few shifts left before I’m done for a very long time (and maybe forever) it’s a bittersweet moment. I love the coffee house, and working there has been the best job I’ve ever had. I’ve made it a personal goal to find a place like it somewhere near campus – but I have yet to succeed.
Thank you, Coffee House, for having delicious coffee and making me a coffee snob (in a good way). I appreciate you.