That was Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

My political science class participated as mediators at our school's 2nd annual Peace Conference today. The topic this year was the conflict in Darfur. I was extremely nervous about it, but it went so well!
I was so impressed with some of the students. They actually cared about the conflict and the conference. Of course, there were students who couldn't have cared less, but a lot of them were wonderfully active participants.
I was especially proud of my group. As the mediator, my job was to sit back and let them find a resolution, being involved only when necessary. They were fantastic; I barely had to do anything. They were very mature about the whole situation.
After lunch, I gave tours of the art, theatre, and music departments (none of which have anything to do with my major, oddly enough). That was . . . interesting. I could only give sound information on the theatre department, but thankfully I had Jessica, an art major, and Dr. K., our head of the music department. After tours, all the negotiation groups shared their resolutions.
The whole day went so well. I am convinced this was the result of much prayer and the hard work of the people in the peacebuilding class (especially Vanessa!). So, "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" seemed an appropriate term.

When the Earth Smelled of Summer

Tessie and I were walking over to the theatre department tonight. We walked around the fountain in the big circle, and we passed a tree covered in white flowers. A sweet, honey-like smell hung in the air, and I smiled. One thing I love about this time of year is the scent of life returning to nature.
That's something I miss, being away from home. We have bushes in front of our porch, and they smell heavenly this time of year. We also have a tree that is probably blooming right now with tiny, pink blossoms. The trees on campus are budding, and this is consolation. Still, there are Spring things which just do not compare. The smell of city rain is virtually dead next to the smell of country rain. Country rain smells pure and healthy; city rain smells like car exhaust.
Still, I am happy. It is supposed to hit seventy degrees tomorrow, so I am going to wear my long, white skirt. That means it is officially Spring. Happy Spring, everyone!