Thursday, August 28, 2008

what a deal!

Well well well.

I have now been to every class once – all four of them, a change from our trimester system (three in the fall, winterterm of two longer classes, & three in the spring). I like my classes and have friends in every class and homework in every class but don’t need to buckle down just yet thanks to Labor Day. This term I am taking Intro to American Government and Intro to Rhetoric on Mon., Wed., & Fri. and Constitutional Law & Civil Liberties (Civil Rights) and Communication Law Tues. & Thurs. The reading for each class covers topics that really interest me and for the next five weeks I will be pairing those assignments with my LSAT prep – don’t feel like I could be prepared enough for that baby. Little by little each day I’ll trudge through slowly but surely so it actually sinks in and my eyes aren’t glazing over and skimming the words with the material failing to absorb. The material absorbs but usually puts me to sleep – literally – after an hour. I’ve been so tired – the grey skies and inconsistent sleep schedule and late nights haven’t helped, but like I said, haven’t had to buckle down just let, I get to ease in which is nice.

Tonight was a prime example of taking it easy.

Corey (roommate Bridgette’s boyfriend) was having friends over to his house (aw, the little homeowner!) to watch the first South Carolina football game. He’s a huge fan and there was quite a spread – mostly prepared by Bridgette. The guys’ joke is she is going to make the food for their game days and leave. Anyhoo, there were mini hotdogs wrapped in bacon and cooked with brown sugar glaze, spinach artichoke dip, grilled veggies, burgers, wings, cheese dip, beer and cheese/beef/sour cream goodness and chips – quite a feast. South Carolina won and Corey was quite pleased and it was just such a nice relaxing atmosphere. I love what they (Bridgette and Corey) have done with the place. They’ve worked hard and really made it nice and made it their own. Also, Jessie and I were commenting on our way up the stairs how it was a nice change of pace from Furman. Already, having been back only a few days, we sense the intensity and competitiveness – not just academic wise, but who has the most stuff, the best stuff, who looks the best and has the most friends and who is better friends with whom – all that nonsense that’s so easy to get caught up in but so completely unnecessary and environments like tonight remind me just to take a deep breath and remember it’s not a freakin’ competition and I am ok just how I am. Some people make you feel at ease, that you are enough, just how you are, who you are, and this was one of those nights, Jessie, Bridgette, and Corey are those kind of friends, and for that I am very thankful.

LSAT prep and goodnight chat with Clint (who will be here this time tomorrow!!) before bed then it’s FRIDAY but all I have is class at 1:30 and some errands to get ready for my visitor.

As my favorite professor and academic advisor Dr. Delancey would say, what a deal!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

the start of something good

The day is grey but there’s a temporary break from the rain. Oh, Fay. It has been off and on all day. It rained on me when I went to get lunch and groceries and books. It rained for most my drive from Nashville to Furman yesterday. I made it in 5 hours and 10 minutes in the rain, which is still making very good time. At times it would be coming down so hard I couldn’t see what was in front of me until the windshield wipers sloshed the water off my window. Today there was standing water in the parking lot so I was sure not to wear my favorite flip flops – my pink rainbows I’ve had since last April – and I wore my new dress I wore the last night I saw Clint and didn’t even bother to brush my hair because there’s no point when everyone else looks like a wet dog too.

After running errands I made some sugar free hot chocolate (it actually tastes decent because you can taste the cocoa powder) and lay back in my pink bed, too tired to tackle finishing my room but not tired enough to go to sleep. I put on some music Clint gave me – a blend of piano, violin, and various other stuff that pairs very well with a warm, soothing mug of cocoa. He listens to this music to sleep and it could easily lull me to sleep just now. I feel so relaxed.

Ah, Furman, I am back for my senior year. How sweet it is to be back and for the most part, settled. I have a few things already on the walls – a new painting I didn’t use last year, my Pomeranian calendar (an essential decorative piece – duh), some pictures of my family I snagged from home and the picture collage Clint made me all where a TV would go, but I don’t have a TV in my room at school. I brought one with me last fall but took it back during fall break because I never even plugged it in. I spend my time doing other things, I suppose. And if I have a down moment or feel like wasting time I usually spend it reading, writing, running, or chatting.

Ah, chatting. Yesterday was fabulous for chatting. I rolled up at 2:30 and was informed that was 30 minutes after the rain had stopped. I moved my things inside with some help from Mandy and her family and decided going up and down the 3 flights of stairs with my arms full would suffice for my workout for the day. TJ dropped by and chatted with Mandy and me. Bridgette and I opened and had a glass of merlot (which was a mix of blueberry, blackberry, mint and vanilla – an awesome combination) and chatted on her bed. Jessie jumped on the bed and cuddlefest 2008 began. Mandy’s family treated me to Zaxbys and it was great to chat with them. They were wonderful, gracious hosts last spring break when I stayed at Mandy’s house before the cruise, and Mandy’s dad, who works at Epcot got us free passes to Disney & Epcot and fast passes for rides like Space Mountain. What a deal!

After dinner I got to work on my room slowly but surely – wasn’t terribly concerned with getting it done. Later Leanna dropped by and we chatted with Mandy over a mug of pomegranate tea. I really like pomegranate things and noticed, lucky for me, it is everywhere these days – teas, vitamin water, in beverage form, but also salad dressing and Orbitz gum. Leanna is peaceful and insightful and it was wonderful as always to see her and was the kind of conversation where friends share and relate and connect.

Later Katie Jane and Amanda dropped by and the entire bottle of merlot was distributed among those ladies and the roommates and Bridgette shared her homemade dark chocolate fudge. A bottle of Little Penguin white wine was opened but it smelled funny (as did Matt who had smoked a cheap cigar and later joined us) and wasn’t finished. There was laughter and dancing and Poppa Roach and Ludacris thanks to Corey’s high school CDs.

I called Clint to say good night and Bridgette sang to him – I think it was a personalized version of twinkle twinkle little star maybe? Some sort of lullaby for my jolly good fellow who is coming to visit Friday which is AMAZING. The peeps have asked if I miss him and I do, but it is quite bearable considering there’s only a couple more days til I see him next. The roommates are excited to see him and Mandy gets to meet him! I am so excited to show him my world here at Furman. It is a good little world. I won’t have gone this many days (5) of not seeing him since the first week in July; we saw each other pretty much every single day of the summer and it was fabulous. We are going hiking to the place where Last of the Mohicans was filmed if it is not raining. Rain rain go away for the weekend – it hasn’t bothered me today but hopefully it won’t rain the whole weekend.

I said goodnight to the cuddlefest on Bridgette’s bed at 3:15 and my first night in D30sexy came to an end.

Oh this is the start of something good,
Don’t you agree?
I haven't felt like this in so many moons
You know what I mean?
And we can build through this destruction
As we are standing on our feet
So, since you want to be with me
You'll have to follow through
With every word you say
And I, all I really want is you
You to stick around
I'll see you everyday
But you have to follow through

Friday, August 22, 2008

Know any Bruce Springsteen??


She yells out to the band
Know any Bruce Springsteen
Then she jumps up on the bar
And she, and she starts to scream
She says

Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
When life was good and love was easy

My dad got tickets to the Bruce Springsteen concert last night so the Renfro six, Mike the fiancĂ©, and Kim Jay’s friend all ventured downtown for a rock show!

We had VIP wristbands that took us to the floor in front of the stage. People standing nearby mentioned how they waited for an hour and a half outside for a lottery to get their wristbands. My dad got them because he operated on a stage manager. That same guy found us and gave my dad the play list Bruce had written out for the night – he changes it every night – and the official typed up version so we’d know what songs are coming next. There were literally 7 people standing between me and the stage. When Bruce reached out into the crowd, I touched his hand haha. He was dripping sweat and sure can move for an old guy! I was so impressed. He played for 2 ½ hours straight and had a full band – the E Street Band – a saxophone player, violinist, 3 or 4 guitar players and an awesome drummer. We were on our feet dancing and singing the whole night!

I thought it was so neat how on your right there were 50 year old men jamming, to your left were 15 year old teens jamming, behind me were young 30 somethings, right by the stage was a really old lady with white hair. There were young kids, families, but the majority was men, and they were going absolutely NUTS for him! I liked the energy (wished I had had more, I could only fist pump and sway for about two hours straight before I resorted to just clapping haha) and the talent and the music so loud it felt like the bass was pulsating on your heart.

We gotta get out while we’re young
’Cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run

Thursday, August 21, 2008

it just takes some time

The LORD is my shepherd;
I have all that I need.
He lets me rest in green meadows;
he leads me beside peaceful streams.
He renews my strength.

Psalm 23:1-3, the New Living Translation whereas the KJV and NIV versions say that I shall not want. I shall not want, but I do, so when I read these versions I feel a tinge of guilt. Thou shall not kill or steal or want. Rules & commands. Thou shall not do this or desire this.

The French version is so appropriate, using the verb manquer “to miss” to say that I miss nothing, nothing is missing to me, because the Lord is my shepherd.

Je ne manquerai de rien.

God is indescribable, but in all the scriptures, I feel these few versions do a brilliant job at capturing a picture of God, a snapshot of His being and His heart towards us. He leads us to rest, lets us rest, renews our strength, provides all that we need, and guides and protects and keeps us from harm like a shepherd.

The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places. Surely I have a delightful inheritance. Psalm 16:6

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11

These verses help quiet my heart in the midst of my desire. Oh, desire. Makes me think of big red letters scrolled across some harlequin romance novels I see in the grocery stores with two lusty figures half dressed in a far away land. Oh, but the synonyms button in Microsoft Word is a bit closer to what I’m aiming for here, just a bit. Haha.

Wish want longing craving yearning need aspiration wish for

That pretty much describes it. My [insert above adjectives] to go to law school is weighing on my heart. The weight becomes heavier when I behold the mountains standing in my path in the form of a little thing called the LSAT. Is it such a big obstacle because I am not equipped/ready/suited to climb or a way to test my strength, make me work for it, fight for it, earn it? I’d like to think the second one. I would. These big standardized tests have never been my forte, and I was on the bottom percentile for applicants in Furman, but I made it, and I’ve worked my tail of to make the grade and have made the grade. A SAT score was not an indicator of my potential as a student or an indicator of success.

After a week of studying I made a few points lower on my practice LSAT test than I did back in June. True, I have not studied anything regarding Reading Comprehension which composed one fourth of this test and those sections brought my score down considerably. I had studied games for several hours and the percentage of correct games answers soared from about 35 to 85-90% which is so encouraging. I’ve just started to get my feet wet in the test prep and know I still have a long way to go but the fact that my score was lower really made me sad. Good news though, I still have over 6 weeks but it just seemed so daunting today. Just gotta take it a day at a time. Like anything worth having, a better score is going to take time and energy and effort and investment.

Hey,
Don't write yourself off yet.
It's only in your head you feel left out,
Or looked down on.
Just try your best,
Try everything you can.
And don't you worry what they tell themselves
When you're away.
It just takes some time,
Little girl, you're in the middle of the ride.
Everything, everything will be just fine,
Everything, everything will be alright.


This truth hasn’t completely quieted my heart yet but I trust it will. It will and only will because the Lord is my Shepherd. The Lord is my Shepherd; I have all that I need. That’s not a panacea or band aid to make myself feel better. It’s truth. God has promised as our shepherd and father and creator and lover and savior that He will be with us whatever the future holds. And that, my friends, makes my anxieties seem less daunting.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

in the words of John McCain, yes yes and yes

Saturday night I watched Rick Warren host Obama and McCain. I just talked to my mom about it for 30 minutes so I wanted to read what had been said about their performances online. I was very impressed with McCain and hope his refreshingly straightforward and candid performance will provide momentum for the days to come. I was so impressed, particularly with how he gets to the point (doesn't dance around the question with eloquent language) and has decades of experience and personal conviction to back up what he says. To one of the questions he answered "yes yes and yes," hence the title of the blog.

You go, McCain!


The New York Times
August 18, 2008
Op-Ed Columnist
Showdown at Saddleback
By WILLIAM KRISTOL

Correction Appended

While normal people were out having fun Saturday night, I was home in front of the TV. But I wasn’t enjoying the Olympics. Your diligent columnist was dutifully watching Barack Obama and John McCain answer the Rev. Rick Warren’s questions at Saddleback Church. Virtue is sometimes rewarded. The event was worth watching — and for me yielded three conclusions.

First, Rick Warren should moderate one of the fall presidential debates.

Warren’s queries were simple but probing. He was fair to both candidates, his manner was relaxed but serious, and he neither went for “gotcha” questions nor pulled his punches. And his procedure of asking virtually identical questions to each candidate during his turn on stage paid off. It allowed us to see the two giving revealingly different answers to the same question.

So, I say, with all due respect to Jim Lehrer, Tom Brokaw and Bob Schieffer — the somewhat nondiverse group selected by the debates commission as the three presidential debate moderators — one of them should step aside for Warren.

Second, it was McCain’s night.

Obama made no big mistakes. But his tendency to somewhat windy generalities meant he wasn’t particularly compelling. McCain, who went second, was crisp by contrast, and his anecdotes colorful.

Now I’m not entirely unbiased (!), so I don’t quite trust my initial judgment in such matters. But it was confirmed the next morning. NBC’s Andrea Mitchell reported on “Meet the Press” that “the Obama people must feel that he didn’t do quite as well as they might have wanted to in that context. ... What they’re putting out privately is that McCain ... may have had some ability to overhear what the questions were to Obama.”

There’s no evidence that McCain had any such advantage. But the fact that Obama’s people made this suggestion means they know McCain outperformed him.

Third, Obama and McCain really do have different “worldviews,” to use Rick Warren’s term.

Perhaps the most revealing moment was the two candidates’ response to a question about evil. Yes, evil — that negation of the good that, Friedrich Nietzsche to the contrary notwithstanding, we seem not to have moved beyond.

Warren asked whether evil exists and if it does, “do we ignore it? Do we negotiate with it? Do we contain it? Do we defeat it?”

Obama and McCain agreed evil exists and couldn’t be ignored. But then their answers diverged.

Obama said that “we see evil all the time” — in Darfur, on the streets of our cities, in child abusers. Such evils, he continued, need to be “confronted squarely.” And while we can’t “erase evil from the world,” we can be “soldiers” in the task of confronting it when we see it.

But, Obama added, “Now, the one thing that I think is very important is for us to have some humility” as we confront evil. Why? Because “a lot of evil has been perpetrated based on the claim that we were trying to confront evil.” After all, “just because we think our intentions are good doesn’t always mean that we’re going to be doing good.”

It’s nice to see a liberal aware of the limits of good intentions — indeed, that the road to hell is paved with them. But here as elsewhere, Obama stayed at a high level of abstraction. It would have been interesting if Warren had asked a follow-up question: Where in particular has the United States in recent years — at home or especially abroad — perpetrated evil in the name of confronting evil? Hasn’t the overwhelming problem been, rather, a reluctance to effectively confront evil — in Darfur, or Rwanda, or pre-9/11 Afghanistan?

John McCain appears to think so. Unlike Obama, he took the question about evil to be in the first instance about 9/11. McCain asserted that “of course evil must be defeated,” and he put “radical Islamic extremism,” Al Qaeda in particular, at the top of his to-defeat list. In this context, McCain discussed the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, and concluded by mentioning “the young men and women who are serving this nation in uniform.”

So while Obama talked of confronting evil, McCain spoke of defeating it. Obama took the view that evil is generally abroad in the world; McCain focused on radical Islam and 9/11. Obama claimed that all of us must be metaphorical “soldiers” against evil; McCain paid tribute to actual American soldiers. And McCain couldn’t resist saying again Saturday night that if he has to follow Osama bin Laden to the gates of hell to get him and bring him to justice, he’ll do so.

Rick Warren remarked Saturday night that he wanted to help us understand Obama’s and McCain’s different worldviews. He accomplished his purpose.

This article has been revised to reflect the following correction:

Correction: August 19, 2008
In some editions of his column on Monday about the presidential forum at Saddleback Church in California, William Kristol said that there seemed to be no basis for charges that John McCain was not in a “cone of silence” during Barack Obama’s interview with the Rev. Rick Warren, and could therefore have heard questions posed first to Senator Obama. Senator McCain was in a motorcade for part of Senator Obama’s interview. A statement from his campaign said that he “never heard or saw any of Senator Obama’s appearance.”


McCain's Saddleback Grand Slam
08/18/2008
Barack Obama bumped into something hard on Saturday night. The nuanced naif of Illinois preceded -- in Paris Hilton’s wonderful snark -- the “wrinkly white-haired dude” in Pastor Rick Warren’s civility summit and came up very short.

You can judge how well McCain did by the minimalist coverage in the media. The highlights reported here were virtually ignored in the Sunday papers.

McCain has never been better. His self deprecation, his humor, and his life story turned the back-to-back interviews into a conclusive demonstration that he is ready for the presidency and Obama isn’t.

McCain was energized, comfortable and quietly eloquent in explaining why his life proves the most important of qualities in a president: character and core beliefs. Obama -- consistently charming and shallow -- demonstrated neither of those qualities.

John McCain was a prisoner of the North Vietnamese for more than five years. Researching an article four years ago on John Kerry’s antiwar activities during many of those same years, I interviewed more than a half-dozen of McCain’s fellow POWs. Each of them, in much the same words, said “I wouldn’t be alive today but for the personal courage of John McCain.”

That courage was explained, calmly, by McCain when Warren asked him to describe the most difficult “gut-wrenching” decision in his life.

McCain answered, “It was long ago and far away in a prison camp in North Vietnam. My father was a high ranking admiral. The Vietnamese came and said that I could leave prison early. And we had a code of conduct that said you only leave by order of capture. I also had a dear and beloved friend who was from California by the name of Ed Alvarez who had been shot down and captured a couple years before me. But I wasn't in good physical shape. In fact I was in rather bad physical shape.”

“So I said no. Now, in interest of full disclosure, I'm very happy I didn't know the war was going to last for another three years or so. But I said no. And I'll never forget. The high-ranking officer who offered it slammed the door and the interrogator said go back to your cell, it's going to be very tough on you now. And it was. But [it was] not only the toughest decision I ever made but I'm most happy about that decision than any decision I've ever made in my life. It took a lot of prayer. It took a lot of prayer.”

In answer to the same question, the best Obama could do was to claim his decision to oppose the war in Iraq was his toughest. How that was a gut-wrenching decision he didn’t explain. Given the fact that his campaign for the Democratic nomination succeeded because that “decision” gave Obama a huge advantage among the anti-war liberals who control the Democratic Party, Obama’s answer revealed political calculation, not moral courage.

McCain was presidential; Obama was a policy wonk. Warren, in the context of taxation, asked each candidate to define who is rich. Obama wandered around to conclude that a family whose income is $150,000 or less is “middle class.” McCain defined “rich” not in terms of dollar income, but in security, opportunity and freedom to choose the future of the family’s children. McCain sounded Reaganesque: “I think that rich is -- should be defined -- by a home, a good job and education and the ability to hand to our children a more prosperous and safer world than the one that we inherited.”

McCain took a full swing on question after question. Obama bunted.

Answering Warren’s question of when a baby is entitled to human rights, Obama said, “Well, I think that whether you are looking at it from a theological perspective or a scientific perspective, answering that question with specificity, you know, is above my pay grade.”

Obama said he was pro-choice. When pressed to say whether he’d ever voted to limit abortions, Obama slipped and slid around the question, claiming he was in favor of limits on late-term abortions, but cited no example of ever voting for legislation to create such limits. McCain said plainly that he believed that life beings at conception and that, “I will be a pro-life president and this presidency will have pro life policies. That's my commitment, that's my commitment to you.”

Obama defined marriage as between a man and a woman but then launched into an academic disquisition on why he wouldn’t support a Constitutional amendment banning gay marriage. He said, “I think my faith is strong enough and my marriage is strong enough that I can afford those civil rights to others even if I have a different perspective
or a different view.” Obama apparently believes gay marriage is a “civil right.” McCain doesn’t.

McCain -- an attack pilot, not a lawyer -- apparently has a deeper understanding of Constitutional law than the former chief of the Harvard Law Review. He said he’d support a Constitutional amendment banning gay marriage, “…If a Federal court decided that my state of Arizona had to observe what the state of Massachusetts decided, then I would favor a Constitutional amendment.” The Full Faith and Credit clause of the Constitution compels that result. Without an amendment, any gay marriage from any state must be given legitimacy by every other state.

Saturday night, Obama’s charm failed to mask his humorlessness. McCain’s comparative charm deficit (“You know, by a strange coincidence I was not elected ‘Miss Congeniality’ in the United States Senate this year. I don't know why”) didn’t mask his sense of humor.

Asked to name a changed position, McCain gently mocked California Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger by saying his new-found support for offshore drilling wouldn’t be popular with many people “here in Caleefornia.” Talking about how America needs to build more nuclear power plants, McCain said that America likes to imitate the French. Most endearingly to those of us who cannot resist poking fun at the genetically disagreeable French, McCain said, “…and by the way if you hadn't noticed we now have a pro-American president of France which proves if you live long enough anything can happen in America.”

McCain scored a lot of points with conservatives in the Saturday night forum. His performance was so strong, and if he chooses to capitalize on it, this could be a tipping point for McCain.

His next opportunity to take a big step along that path will be the choice of his running mate. Choosing a strong conservative (Fred Thompson? Mike Pence?) to run with him, McCain could energize and unite Republicans for the remainder of this campaign. 2008 need not be a disaster for Republicans. The decisions that could prove the doomsayers wrong are not above John McCain’s pay grade.

Mr. Babbin is the editor of Human Events. He served as a deputy undersecretary of defense in President George H.W. Bush's administration.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

oh, writing

I've always loved writing and enjoyed what I found just now.

I was looking through my documents on my family's computer and I found this - my college admissions essay. Part of the law school application is a personal statement, so Lord willing I will be crafting my personal statement, 2009 edition, this winter.
I'm not sure if I added more to gear it towards Furman. Anyhoo, here it is...

Allison Renfro
Personal Statement

Tucked away under my bed are nineteen diaries. Filled to the brim with preteen anxieties, romantic prospects, and ideas for fictional stories, each book traces my continuously evolving thought process.
Ever since I was little, I have loved to write. Swept away by an inventive imagination, my literary prowess - exemplified in stories such as my fantasy horse club and a 5th grade version of a Titanic romance - had elevated me as an acclaimed author among my elementary school peers.
I wasn’t fully enthralled by my talent until I won second place in the Brentwood Women’s Club Poetry contest. Then, the egotism sank in. Heaven forbid my mom critique my work - I, the award-winning author.
My freshman literature teacher surpassed my second place ribbon with a more noted accomplishment - a college degree; providing the red ink I so desperately needed, she disabused me of my hubris. A writing style that was once grammatically incorrect and structurally unsound was rigorously tweaked, stretched, and pruned under her watchful eye. Her most important lectures were not on Othello and the Odyssey. Vastly more valuable were the lessons on humility, receiving my first (and only) 69 on an essay, and discipline, having to fight and struggle to maintain a B-average first semester, and then actually going the distance to earn an A in the semester that followed. The A, like anything else worth working for, did not come without a price. Only after several months of grueling practice and a plethora of one-on-one help-sessions was I capable of producing high caliber work.
I always thought my raw talent in itself was enough, but undeveloped potential alone never makes the grade. Learning the construction of a good paper did not kill my creativity as I had feared, but actually enhanced it. It was only within the constraints set by the higher authority that I could most fully express myself. In life one needs to have an exuberance and freedom of spirits, but that energy will only be positive if channeled effectively.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

FINISHED!



Pictures: Mayor Dean & me at the intern lunch; fellow interns at the Mayor's First Day press conference with Snow Bird

After 11 weeks in the Metropolitan Courthouse my Communication internship is over. I asked the mayor’s two senior advisors if they had any parting words, any words of wisdom, for me before I left. One, whom I will not name said, “Study hard and drink hard.” Hershell, good ol’ Hershell, paused. Thoughtfully and solemnly he replied:

“Be young & adventurous & enjoy. When a young person stays centered & focused on who they are the path becomes clear. But you need to know who you are & what you want before you can move forward.” I told him I was going to write that down and he chuckled.

She said I used to be beautiful
But now it's all gone
I let my dreams slip away from me
That's where it went wrong
Go be young, go be free
Follow your heart where it leads you
Don't end up like me

Edwin McCain – Go Be Young

Go be young, go be free.

Be young & adventurous & enjoy.

Check. Got it. Will do, mildew (that’s how my mom sometimes replies when I ask her to do something…strange Renfro family joke I guess).

I went to a lunch with Marnie, the lawyer I had interned with for 2 months at the beginning of the summer, and Aileen Katcher, a partner in Katcher Vaughn & Bailey Public Relations, one of the top PR agencies in Nashville. It went very well, very smooth, and public relations is still a career I am interested in, but right now I am set on pursuing a career in law.

I told my dad as much when he had THE talk. He gave me permission to order an online LSAT prep course and gave me his blessing to pursue it while always praying, always discerning, where I feel God directing me. GREAT talk. Going to start the prep course today!! I’m open, I’m flexible, but this seems like the path I’m to pursue now. My brother Nathan had an astute observation. He’s just a high school sophomore, but he said he would like to go to a college where he can get a job right afterwards, not have to go back for more school. Maybe I will get a job and wait before going to school. Mayor Dean said there are benefits to waiting and benefits to going straight to law school. Either way, law school is the goal for me, and right now I would like to go straight to school. We shall see.

Going to order my text books so hopefully they’ll arrive before classes start and begin my LSAT prep course!