You know when you find a dress comfortable enough to wear on a college visit that it was meant to be.
I picked up this pretty piece at Target a few weeks ago, and I've been in love ever since. I have this odd habit of dressing up even if I don't leave the house--I like to think it makes me more productive...though I'm not exactly sure how well that works hehe. But I'm not ashamed to admit that I've spent several summer days lounging around *cough* working intently in this comfy dress.
Dress, Target ($17)// Shoes, China ($6)// Bow, Rire (giveaway) Whoa, only three pieces?! That must be a record or something!
I was definitely pleased with my Vanderbilt visit. The campus was quite scenic, so I proceeded to drag my poor mother off to take photos when the PreVU program was finished. I love a good play on words too--it's perfect because PreVU sounds like preview, but VU also stands for Vanderbilt University!
I was just tickled pink.
There's also something about actually being on campus that helps you decide if the school is for you. I could definitely see myself there. They fed us (very, very, very good food). What else could you ask for?
Haha, but really. The atmosphere can make such a big impression, and Vandy's left a good one on me.
On a more serious note, though, they have a strong engineering program. And as this girl, torn over all the possibilities, could use strong premed, prelaw, engineering (too many others!) programs to satisfy my many interests, the school is a good fit.
Take a look at the photos below--I felt like I was at the White House!
Now time for my philosophical tidbit of the week. You know me--I love finding deep meanings in seemingly mundane situations, and something just clicked as I was teaching my brother how to swim.
I felt slightly self-conscious as I plunged into the cool, blue water. The familiar smell of chlorine was nostalgic, yes. But it had been much too long since I had last stepped foot into a pool. Could I still remember to swim?
I've never been much good at swimming--my form is strangely reminiscent of a frog's. The last time I went swimming was summer gym class before freshman year. But I learned that swimming is a skill much like biking--it's something you don't forget easily.
"Teach me!" My brother splashed the water eagerly.
I complied, unbegrudgingly. "Okay George. See, all you have to do is put your feet a shoulder length apart, bend your knees slightly, and push yourself to start."
I demonstrated. He followed my instructions with a strange concentration on his face, bending his knees, then pushing off. But soon, he was flailing wildly, splashing the water, and back kon his feet again.
"It's okay George," I said encouragingly, "I got you!"
But few more tries proved futile.
"It's just I'm afraid to fall," He told me earnestly.
"Well you can't be afraid to fall if you want to swim!" I exclaimed, though with a touch of sympathy.
I proceeded to take a break from my sisterly duties, attemping to swim a few consecutive laps across the small pool.
"Teach me!" My brother pestered me as I arrived back in the shallow end.
"I have been teaching you! I can't swim for you--you have to learn it yourself!" I told him impatiently, though as sincerely as possible.
Then something hit me.
Has your fear of falling kept you from doing something great? Has it prevented you from growing as a person? From telling someone something you've been aching to say?
It happens to us all. Some more than others. But to fill that void, that emptiness, to ease the aches and burdens, we must put ourself out there. Push off the stability of the concrete pool floor, leap past the safety of the starting line. We must be vulnerable. We must be determined. We must be fearless.
We may fall, but there is always someone to catch us. And with each plummet, we become more masterful at brushing ourselves off gracefully. It's the learned art of life.
Don't let the fear of falling hold you back.
Sometimes I think these posts are more pertinent to my life than yours. Sometimes I feel like I'm preaching to myself, almost as a reassurance or pep talk. I hate to be vague, but there are many things that I need to do that I've been avoiding. I'm terrified. But I need to let go of the confines of familiarity, bare my soul, and fly. I need to be brave.
Until then, my friends. I pray that I'll have an inspiring story to share for next time. Have a beautiful week!