Fayette just might be Heaven

You could probably convince me that I'd died and am now in Heaven. Except for the dopey preacher outside this computer lab singing Marquritaville. Hmm...maybe it's...nah. Oh, no. Now he's singing Leaving on a Jet Plane. Dear God...I'm sorry...I repent. Take me back. Fayette is really blissful this time of year. I find it very hard to put into words. It's a gift from God plain and simple. I haven't blogged from Fayette this year because we're not in a dorm that has a computer lab. We've only gotten over here a couple times this week. It actually seems just like one big day when I'm up here. I jump out of bed at 7:00 am everymorning and don't get back to the room till about 11:00 - 12:00 every night. Well, three teenage girls just busted into my bliss and informed me that we're going to Dairy Queen. Talk to you later.

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