Before this weekend, I didn’t know how to tie a balloon. I had never had a Panera bagel, and I’d surprisingly never slow danced with anyone before. I’d never before had to decorate a huge stadium at 6:30 in the morning. I probably couldn’t tell you what the proper way to
wrap a pole in gleam and stream was…before this weekend, I definitely couldn’t have told you how much of a rush it is knowing that you helped plan an amazing event.
While this whole week was incredible, this weekend was everything I could have asked for and more. I finally experienced all the things I just listed, and so much more. The week was busy enough with coronation, worship services, the bonfire, and Frosh Frolics–by the time Friday rolled around, I was tired, excited, and most of all, nervous. I was lucky enough to be given the honor of planning this year’s Harvest Ball, which took place on Friday night. My stomach was in knots all day, and my nails are probably permanently ruined from me anxiously biting them. When I first got assigned to Harvest Ball, I was a
little anxious—I’m not really a dance type of person, and I can honestly say that before this weekend I had never stayed at a dance in its entirety. Now that I know how fun it is though, I really regret not doing it before this.
I’m still pretty sore from all the dancing that night! All of my friends came to support me–even the ones that don’t really like dances. It meant so much to have so many people that I love there. People have been approaching me all weekend thanking me for such a good time on Friday night!
Before the dance, we attended the alumni banquet where we got to have dinner with the Cobbers that were returning home. The banquet and the football game on Saturday really showed me how full of pride Cobbers are, whether they’re still in school or not. Cobbers are so lucky to call this home that we had alumni
from the class of 1948 return for Homecoming this weekend! Typically classes stop returning after their 50 year reunion, but there were alumni that missed home so much, they had to keep coming back!
I’ve already started the countdown for next year. Soli Deo Gloria.