Snape. Snape. Severus Snape.

I love Snape. The end.

Must I explain why? I think not. If you've read Harry Potter, you'll understand.

For all you fellow Snape-lovers, I was introduced to a video done solely by individual drawings. Unfortunately, the artist disabled embedding, so you will just have to follow the link here to see it. It's pretty darn fabulous.

Everything Skit

My friend Kellie showed me this amazing video. Definitely worth six-ish minutes of your time.

So fantastic! God is good!

Novels vs. Plays

I adore my literature class.

So much.

There is nothing about this class that isn't to love--writing papers, reading fantastic literature, discussing new vocabulary, and memorizing poetry.

I have noticed, however, that I do not like reading plays. I would far rather read a novel than a play. I mean, really, wouldn't you rather read something like this (from Sense and Sensibility chapter 4):

"But have you not received my notes?" cried Marianne in the wildest anxiety. "Here is some mistake I am sure--some dreadful mistake. What can be the meaning of it? Tell me Willoughby; for heaven's sake tell me, what is the matter?"

He made no reply; his complexion changed and all his embarrassment returned; but as f, on catching the eye of the young lady with whom he had been previously talking, he felt the necessity of insistent exertion, he had recovered himself again, and after saying "Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving the information of your arrival in town, which you were so good as to send to me," turned hastily away with a slight bow and joined his friend.

Or would you rather read the same text like this:

Marianne: "But have you not received my notes? Here is some mistake I am sure-- some dreadful mistake. What can be the meaning of it? Tell me, Willoughby, for heaven's sake tell me, what is the matter?"

Willoughby: "Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving the information of your arrival in town, which you were so good as to send to me."

EXIT WILLOUGHBY

I definitely would rather read the first one. Don't get me wrong, I love plays, but just not reading them.

(Also, please take note of the brilliance of Jane Austen in this passage.)

Order!! Order in the Court!

I want to work in Africa after all my years of schooling are over.

My dad, ever concerned about my financial state, suggested I go through med school or law school and work as a missionary that way. It'll earn me some money (for me, my kids, and my potential orphanage) and it'll still be doing what I love.

I said that there is NO WAY I could EVER be a doctor of any kind (other than perhaps a professor), but that I would look into law school.

I did as I said and have been doing some research. What's an LSAT? What kind of law would I need to study? How many years until I graduate from law school? And perhaps most importantly, how much would x amount of years at a law school cost?

As I have been looking into this, the more I like it....the more I love it, actually.

This seems right for me.

A graduate school fair came to Westmont today. I got to listen to tons of school's little spiels (yep, even Biola's! HA!! As if! It'd be like me getting my bachelor's at USC and then going to get some sort of graduate's at UCLA. No way.). I talked to about a half a dozen law schools including Liberty, USC, Southwestern, UCI, and Chapman.

However, the one school that stuck out to me was one called Trinity Law. I went up to talk to this guy and he told me, among other things, that Westmont grads get an automatic 50% scholarship, along with any other scholarships we may ascertain, simply by graduating from a Christian school. He said that they are trying to get future lawyers to be able to get on with what God has for their life and not have to spend forever trying to pay back their schooling.

Doesn't that sound just perfect for me?

Instead of having to work at a killer firm after law school just to repay Westmont and my law school, I can just work to repay Westmont and focus most of my time on my job out in Africa.

Pretty sure this is my future school.

And I'm pretty stoked about it too.

And so is my dad.

How to be A Christian Hipster

My Papa sent me this video the other day. So funny. And so very true. Basically every leader at my church has something like this going on.

Enjoy!!

More Life Planning

For the last few months, I've been composing a list of names for my children.

This is not weird.

I think....

Girls:

Hadassah~nickname--Haddie (Esther's jewish name and, for all you Francine Rivers fans, the main character in one of the best books ever.)

Blue (Although, I'm not sure how to spell it. "Blu" maybe? And yes, another book character name)

Anne

Boys:

Matthew

Jeremiah

Adam

Atticus

Moses

Middle Names:

Aslan

Atticus (either a first name or a middle name)

Moses (same as above)

Lucy

This is a working progress. It'll be far longer in the future I assume.

Kenya Believe It!?

During our Religious Studies class today, our prof, Dr. Lee, brought a friend to come and lead class, Dr. Omedi Ochieng.

As he walked in, the first thing that crossed my mind was "Oh! He's from Kenya (I could just tell. Don't ask...)! I hope he has an accent". Honestly.

I. Got. My. Wish.

And I have never been so attentive in class in my LIFE. I was hanging on his every word as he described his life in Kisumu, Kenya; his education at a Christian university in Nairobi; and his education at a school in Ohio where he got his Masters and Doctorate degrees; and many other interesting topics in a very thick Kenyan accent.

After class, I went to go talk with him to hear more about his life in Kenya as he suggested. He asked me if I had ever been to Africa and upon my telling him that I am going to Ethiopia in June or July and that I fully intend to live in either Ethiopia or Kenya post graduation as a missionary, he got very excited and asked me other questions (in his Kenyan accent, might I add). I told him that I am going to be taking Swahili (as soon as I can afford it!) and he taught me my favorite verse in Swahili (yeremia ishrini na tisa nambari kumi na moja) and complemented my pronunciation and accent.

I almost died.

Right there and then.

In case you are wondering, I fully plan to marry a Kenyan (or Ethiopian, for that matter) man. He can read Redeeming Love aloud to me. Favorite book + husband with stunning accent reading it out loud = one very happy Margie.

(You're welcome for the punny title, by the way.)