But, here is probably the number one thing to really love about Georgia. The magnolia trees in bloom. They smell so good!
But, here is probably the number one thing to really love about Georgia. The magnolia trees in bloom. They smell so good!
Could these two get any cuter?
This week, Brad started back with teaching. GCSU allows new faculty to teach only 3 sections/classes the first semester. But, don't expect that to ever happen again. Most professors are required to teach 4 sections and that is what Brad is now doing. He added his Sociology of Religion course to his load. Of course, that is his most preferred class to teach so he wasn't concerned about the added responsibility. However, last week a colleague in his department was involved in a terrible car accident. She is OK and, we believe, is now home but she will not be returning to teaching for the spring semester. Therefore, a few people (including Brad) were asked to take on some of her responsibilities.
For me, I started back as a student at GCSU. It is incredibly strange to be taking undergraduate classes. Though I realize I'm still in my 20's, the age difference is clear to me. In 3 of my 4 classes, I don't think there is a single student who is of drinking age. I really think that's where the division happens. I was talking to my mom the other day and she said, "they always say it's harder the longer you wait to go back." The hard part for me is just feeling out of place and different from my peers. Though, without all the distractions I dealt with at IU, my study habits have turned around and I've found myself studying more this week then I probably did in one month at IU. I'm exhausted. Additionally, I applied for and was granted a job at the GCSU library as a student assistant. I will only work about 10-12 hours a week, but that may be all I can handle anyway. I will start in another week or so.
My attempt to show off the Magnolia trees.
The monument of a local plantation owner. It cost a measly $20,000 to design and erect for this wealthy individual who died in 1858. It stands at 37 feet tall.
OK, now for the weird and unusual...
The story goes that the man buried under this tree had actually hung himself and was directly buried beneath the very branch to which he tied the noose. Supposedly, he had pronounced his love to local woman before he travelled to Florida for business matters. When he returned months later she declared she was in love with another gentleman. His heart was so broken that he couldn't bear to go on with his life.
Tallulah-- it doesn't get more Georgian than that name. Actually, I think it's kind of pretty.
I can't say the same about this person's given name. Moodie? You can only wonder what her parents first impression could have been as she was delivered. Unfortunately, she doesn't come with a story.
Now I know that people have a devoted love for their dogs, but this goes beyond devotion. But, you know that saying, "All dogs go to Heaven?" This person really believed it to be true. Oh, it wasn't just Bruno that buried, but he also buried his other dog, Nick.
This was a fun one! This vault contained 6 family members of the Fish family. It is said that if you knock on the door and ask Mr. Fish what he is doing in there, you will get an answer. I knocked and politely asked, but I did not get a reply. (Later, we realized that hearing nothing was probably the answer.) However, kitty-corner from this grave lay the family of Brown-Butts (not pictured). This provided some comic relief for Brad, but I maintained respect for the family. Well...until now.