Student Blogger: Allie Pruett - Page 2

The moral of the story here is that it's normal to go through phases where all you can really think about is this one fictional character you have a massive crush on. What you have to avoid is letting that take over your entire life. That leads to bigger problems, and trust me, you know you're not ready to deal with those.

I'm hoping this year is off to a good start. Of course, you're gonna have first day jitters, like not knowing where your classes are and living in a new environment, but you got this. You'll make good friends in no time. Trust me, I've been in your position. The friends you make in these next few years will be around for a lifetime. They will hype you up when you need it and will be a shoulder to cry on when you need one of those.

Choir was my real outlet last year, and I've no doubt that it will be the same this year. My professor, the wonderful Dr. Jordan Cox, was and is a light to everyone he came in contact with. He accepts people as they are, and embraces that special part of them. You really do see Christ in him, and that's rare nowadays.

He met Hamilton when they had similar positions in the Army, but John was an abolitionist, very much on the contrary to his father, so he recruited several black men that were still enslaved, to his regiment in his home state of South Carolina. Unfortunately, in 1782, his life was cut short at the Battle of the Combahee River several miles south of his birthplace in Charleston. He was buried in his family's property in Monck's Corner, on a property that is now a monastery that is called Mepkin Abbey.

March 17, 2020: my unofficial official last day of senior year. 'What comes next?' The next couple months were filled with Zoom calls, video assignments, and the like, and soon enough, I was done with high school. I didn't get to graduate until late July due to restrictions, after the date being pushed back twice from its original date in late May.

About two months ago, my mom and I were talking about him and then she asked me if I'd like something signed by him, and I jumped at the chance. Turns out, she was messaging back and forth with his sister-in-law who lives in the same town as us, who said he would be coming to town soon and that she'd give this stuff to him to sign for me.

I'm Allie, an almost-nineteen-year-old journalism major looking for a little thing to do during the summer to further my experience in the field. It's not much, but I couldn't be more excited.