So, most of you know that I am finishing my Bachelors in Psychology this February. If that seems weird to you, it’s because it is! Wayland is on a quarter system instead of a semester system. I’m already in my last semester; it started a few weeks ago. We have a winter term which is what started a couple weeks ago , and that ends in February, and the spring term starts at the end of February and goes through May. It’s slightly off from the semester systems. Anyway, I think I have told most people that I’m planning to go right into my masters in counseling this spring at Wayland, which would start at the end of this February of 2009.

There’s a place. There’s a place that transforms the very moment you’re in, and takes you back to a moment you’ve never been. There’s a man. There’s a man that makes you feel things you never thought you could feel. You cheer out loud in triumph as Teddy Roosevelt and his Rough Riders charge up San Juan Hill. You cry in desperation with the boys who went down on the USS Arizona without a fighting chance; you cry for all the boys lost on Battleship Row at Pearl Harbor that day. You fight the tears with the few survivors of the Wounded Knee Massacre, as you grasp to understand such an unnecessary murder including the men, women, and children of the tribe of Chief Bigfoot. You feel what can only be described as pure horror as Hitler murder’s innocent people over and over in the most horrifying ways, and you cry with joy when a good man; Oskar Schindler, saves as many Jews as he can in a triumphant display of defiance towards Hitler and all the evil he stood for. You stand next to Martin Luther King full of determination, and you are moved to tears by his monumental speech. This man I know is a simple man. Maybe it’s his pure raw talent to inspire the masses that sit before him, or maybe it’s just his passion for history; but, in either case, he is the man on campus, and I am the daughter of a celebrity. I have been at Wayland for two years now, and at the close of my experience here, I will miss being the daughter of the man on campus. The truth is, I am proud of him. I couldn’t stand taller when I stand next to him. You think you know your father, and then you have this unique opportunity to step into his world; this whole world you didn’t know existed. I feel so blessed that I was able to see this great man in action. Of all the experiences that life holds, watching him in a fit of passion is top on my list. He’s always been the man of my heart, after all, I am his baby girl, but to see him in other’s hearts is breathtaking. There isn’t one single class I have had that people haven’t bombarded me with the greatness of my father as soon as my name was called on the roll. “Mr. Moseley is your dad? Do you know how cool it is that he’s your dad? What does he do in his free time? Did he make you go to historical places as a child? Does he watch the history channel a lot? Did you know he changed my life? Mr. Moseley is so awesome, I took both history parts with him, and I’ve never been more inspired. Did you know your dad is a great man? I have never met a man more genuine and full of passion than your father. I will never view history the same again. Your dad has changed my view on Indians forever. I always thought history was just history, until I took your dad’s class.” My dad says not to just get up and say something, but to have something to say, and I’ll tell you one thing, he has something to say. I can’t help but smile to myself proudly when I hear a passing comment about the greatness of “Mr. Moseley” by some stranger on campus. When I look back one day to remember my father, I think I’ll always picture him the way I saw him those nights I sat in his class, not as his daughter, but just as some student taking his class; his hands chaotically flying around, his eyes bulging about as big and blue as they can get, his voice thundering through the halls, and that fiery look in his eyes; the way he moves towards you and pauses with his arms stretched out, as if he knows he has all your attention...and he does; the sadness you see in his eyes after he shows a film on the bombing of Pearl Harbor, or the laughter and joy in his eyes when he shows Rough Riders and we all laugh together as Teddy demands to know why his troops are just sitting there while he’s willing to run straight into the gunshots! Many people will never know who Ben Moseley is. When he’s gone one day, you won’t find his name in a history book or written on some historical monument. But in the city of San Antonio, TX, in the small Wayland Baptist University campus, he’s the man on campus, he’s the man of the hour, he’s my daddy, Mr. Ben Moseley.

I LOVE that Starbucks already has Christmas cups! I'm so excited about the winter weather finally blowing in.

I will never again use super glue. Kristen convinced me to use it because a jewel fell off of this little shoe figurine I have, and I wanted to fix it. Well the glue wouldn’t come out, so she told me to cut the tip. I did. Then super glue proceeded to spill all over my hand. It came out SO quickly, my fingers were sticking together on the way to the sink. When I got there I could hardly move my hand. My fingers were stiff, and it took hours to get it off. There is still a little left on my fingers. YUCK!