I want to tell you about why I love SPU.


6927fb62c172da1e4aea5437dc5fb27cI’ve been here for 3 years already and it’s been amazing. The place is full of adventure and a person is able to experience life like never before. The other day I met a guy who owned a pair of white skinny jeans and a fur coat…..where else can you find people like that?!!?

You have your bible thumpers, your party pastor kids, and your high school couples who’ll get engaged after their sophomore year. You end up living ever day wondering if it’s possible to stay in more than when you were in high school (and the answer is of course!)

SPU is a challenge and I like challenges, it pushes you to think outside the box of entertaining yourself and that’s what I had to do. So I joined Senate… the student government representative body, and one of the most interesting groups of my lifetime.

Later on I’ll do short little bios of all the main core members as I encountered them, because there is no way people like them should ever be forgotten. But for the most part Senate was everything you can imagine. Full of hot personalities and over achieving 20 year olds. We fought,, we cried, we laughed at others pain. We almost became that huge messed up family that everyone talks about and I quickly learned that some of these people have earned my respect. At the same time many people lost my respect…..a couple earned my fist in their guts. But it was great and in the end we achieved the honor of creating a new chapter in the SPU student body.

I love SPU because while I was in senate I was able to actually see my work happen. Now I have to warn you I didn’t do much “work”. I mainly walked around boys floors and asked them to take a survey that included their relationship statues, transportation abilities, and if they liked Indian food or not….because that was needed for the student body to grow closer together. But even with my small political abilities, I was able to learn what students want, and when the time came for me to poke my head into matters that actually mattered, I was shocked to see how connected everyone was.

I could never achieve what I did at a large state school, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to get into student government there anyway (I’m pretty sure that the fact I’ve run unopposed helped me in gaining my spots….a little bit at least) and because of that fact, I thank you SPU. Thank you for creating the political monster I have become and I will do all I can to achieve the best for you as my next two years go on.

Also…..a bit of a disclaimer. Brian Valley is a poo head and I only let him beat me because I felt bad for his puppy face…..so take that Brian!




So last night was my last night here in Hill hall room 272. Both my roommates were smart and moved out earlier, so it was just me, my laptop, and my netflex subscription for the night.

I couldn’t help but realize that after 2 years of keeping an unmade bed, struggling to find clean socks, and vacuuming the worlds dirtiest carpet…I was going to miss this small confined space I’ve called home.

For those who don’t know 272 is a prime location for the dorm dweller. You are right next to the SMC (not sure the exact wording, but basically the person who prays and for some reason dances a lot) and the PA….so you can have wild parties all the time! You also have a wonderful window view of the parking lot and the creepy old man tree. Oh and if you ever have an issue waking up in the morning you get the lovely garbage and recycling pick up almost every other morning; its fantastic!

I know…be jealous of my awesome room.

Anyway, as I sit in my nearly empty room I can’t help but realize that I will never have to sit in these rocking chairs, or hit my head on the lofted bed to get my clothes. Hopfuly I wont have to ever get on the top bunk, only to fall due to my lack off upper arm streighnt….yes that has happened.

This room has seen the good and the bad. It’s been there through every final and late night I’ve had. I probally havn’t used it as much as I should (might have been using teh hallway a little too much) But when I did it was my home.

But now its time to say good bye and wish the next residents of 272 good luck and sweet memories as I prepare for my next step.


The end is far


The other night I had my last Monday night meeting with my Universities student Senate; Something I had the honor of serving on for the past nine months. As we ended I realized that I won’t be seeing some of these amazing people at 8’oclock every Monday night. The saddest part was I wouldn’t be seeing several of the seniors who are leaving for good in a bit.

I wrote a little go away speech a couple days ago, mainly for the girls on my floor. But with the upcoming goodbys I will be saying to those all over the university I felt I should share it here.


It’s easy to say that the year has ended, cause it has. We leave in less than a couple weeks, back to our homes, old friends and family. We get to chill by the pool, take hikes in the wilderness, or just sit and fudge around. School will be but a distant memory.

This is what we’re going to hear for the next couple days and I want to stress that it’s a bunch of bull.

The year hasn’t ended. That would mean that we are finished. That would mean that our friendships have ceased to grow anymore, that the values and ideas we gained are useless, that what we’ve learned about the world and ourselves doesn’t need to be expanded.

The year hasn’t ended. We still have the fire we came in with. We still have fears from having to give that speech in class to talking to our Gwinn crush. We still have the ideas we had for expanding the student representation and influence across the campus and city. The strengths, weaknesses, dreams, and schemes are all there.

The year hasn’t ended. So lets not pretend that it has. Lets continue to build relationships with those around us. Be it back home or across Skype. Lets bring our ideas home and step up to challenging ourselves in a new environment. Bring those ideas to your old friends, bring the new information to our families and communities. Let us continue to strive for understanding the world around us.

Once you really look at it a year is just time; and what is time other than a made up component to measure….something. Looking up the description of time I can tell you that you shouldn’t even try to explain it because it doesn’t make sense. We use time to limit ourselves to a period of our lives. So I want to challenge you all to forget about the concept of time.

You can think that the year has ended and be forced to make a whole new year for yourself. Instead I challenge you to see the image of a never ending year. The year hasn’t ended and neither will you, continue the greatness you have offered to the world and the people you love and I’ll see you all soon.