I’m back!

So my last attempt at Tumblr was sort of a failure.  I have found that it is so easy to just absorb what everyone else posts, and not really post anything authentic yourself.  However, I’ve decided to give it another shot!  Now that I have officially graduated from grad school, and am currently unemployed, I suddenly have a lot more time on my hands.  Which tends to be the case post graduation… ;)  I have been spending a lot of time surfing the internet these days, so I might as well make some use of it.  Hopefully this time I’ll actually stick around!  I am at least going to make the effort. :)

Fondly,

Steph

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Butler has uploaded a video of my commencement address to the class of 2013, which one can’t help but notice…is longer than the 12 minutes I so confidently promised. I sort of quit working the last month and did nothing but write this speech, and I couldn’t even get the time right. (I guess I read a lot faster alone in my basement.)

SORRY!

I’d like to thank everyone who’s shared the speech, especially the Los Angeles Times, Publishers Weekly, Galleycat, and Entertainment Weekly. 

If you’d prefer to read the speech, you can do so here.

John Green’s amazing commencement address to the 2013 graduating class of Butler University.  I can’t help but wish he had spoken at my graduation…

John Green's tumblr: The Commencement Address

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Some people have asked to read the commencement address I delivered this morning to the 2013 graduates of Butler University. So here it is.

My own commencement speaker, who shall remain nameless, began with a lame joke about how these speeches only come in two varieties: Short and bad. This…

It is my firm belief that ladybugs are lucky.

It is my firm belief that ladybugs are lucky.

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John Green's tumblr: On Having Figured Out the Twist

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“Why, for example, do the great writers use anticipation instead of surprise? Because surprise is merely an instrument of the unusual, whereas anticipation of a consequence enlarges our understanding of what is happening. Look at a point of land over which the sun is certain to rise, Coleridge…

Recently, I took on a summer nannying position.  Here is a picture the girls drew with chalk.  I love it!  Yep, it’s just a picture of a rainbow, sun, some sky, and grass.  And yes, the girls clearly have no true understanding of perception, or ROYGBIV.  Yet, that is exactly what I love about it.  It’s happy!  (Personifying asphalt might be a stretch, but you get where I’m going with this.)  At what age do we start becoming obsessed with truth?  I wish adults were more like children.  I wish that instead of black and white, and instead of shades of gray, more people chose to see life for what it truly is…  
Colorful and imperfect.
…
Fondly,
Steph

Recently, I took on a summer nannying position.  Here is a picture the girls drew with chalk.  I love it!  Yep, it’s just a picture of a rainbow, sun, some sky, and grass.  And yes, the girls clearly have no true understanding of perception, or ROYGBIV.  Yet, that is exactly what I love about it.  It’s happy!  (Personifying asphalt might be a stretch, but you get where I’m going with this.)  At what age do we start becoming obsessed with truth?  I wish adults were more like children.  I wish that instead of black and white, and instead of shades of gray, more people chose to see life for what it truly is…  

Colorful and imperfect.

Fondly,

Steph

Here are some pictures I took from my plane window while traveling home from St. Louis, MO.  I’ve never been a huge fan of flying.  For one, I get incredibly motion sick (on pretty much all forms of transportation.)  I also suffer from the normal anxieties regarding planes.  However, this trip was different.  It was my first time flying alone, and somehow that made it better.  (Granted, I loaded up on meds before takeoff.)  I listened to music, tried to relax, and enjoyed the alone time.  I particularly enjoyed the clouds.  ”Heaven” doesn’t even begin to describe the views.  The world feels small and huge all at once.  More specifically, it feels small in its physical statue.  The fact that planes travel countrywide and worldwide daily, blows my mind.  Yet, our planet is huge when you think of population.  This was particularly relevant as the plane began its decent.  Seeing home after home, car after car…  Well, I was in actuality seeing person after person.  We all know that we aren’t alone in this life.  But how often do we actually think of others?  More specifically: their thoughts, fears, emotions, and secrets.  We don’t.  Well, not really at least.  Yet, from the sky, that was all I could think of.  Why was it that I needed to be removed from life in order to appreciate it?

Fondly,

Steph

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West Clermont Dance Company (by Dan Ledbetter Photography)

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West Clermont Dance Company (by Dan Ledbetter Photography)

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