Rainy Mondays

People are shuffling around, depressed at the dismal drizzle falling from the sky. I, on the other hand, am wrapped in a warm cocoon of happiness at the grey day softly misting the out of doors. I love rainy Mondays.

On another note, I didn’t fail my biology test and even got a decent grade. One of those things is enough of a blessing, but two is more grace than I could ever deserve. And I am not saying that smarmily. For real, people. I had no idea what was happening with that test. In the same mein, my chemistry test also went well, and I was able to estimate on the math problems I didn’t know how to solve. I also remembered that “W” on the periodic table is tungsten. That made me feel quite academic and chemically accomplished.

And prayer group was wonderful tonight. Tomorrow is Day of Prayer, and I wanted us to prepare for it. A teacher suggested it. So we wouldn’t get to service and fall asleep or let our minds wander. That we could concentrate and actually pray.

So for the whole fifteen minutes of prayer group we prayed silently. We had some Scripture in front of us, and we had a few objectives, but it was totally private, very concentrated prayer for 15 minutes. And it was awesome.

God bless rainy Mondays.

Running Down Hill

Have you ever tried running down a hill? At the top, you’re almost leisurely, until the ground drops away more steeply, causing you to stretch your legs and pick up the pace to keep from splintering your shins. Then gravity starts to take hold and you have to run even faster because otherwise you’re going to faceplant into a whole bunch of pain and humiliation. And then finally there is some sort of grisly end: be it finally tripping, or running into something, or having your legs fly off your body from the sheer speed of it all.

That is what today felt like.

It started off with a relatively leisurely, albeit mildly stressful lab. When someone tells me, “This dye will never come out of anything ever period regardless at all no matter what, so be careful”, I tend to panic a little bit. And have waking nightmares of swaths of dye jetting all over the room, ruining everything in creation.

Then chapel. Then a hurriedly eaten lunch in my room, because sleep was a vital necessity.

Then class.

Then work.

Then dinner.

Then help class.

Then Greek tutoring.

Then chemistry homework.

Then officer meeting.

Then more chem homework.

Hall meeting.

Five minute shower.

Continued chem.

Greek quiz.

Biology quiz.

Blog.

 

I’m now too tired to crawl into my bunk. And possibly too wired and wild-eyed.

But at least  I didn’t have to use my 2 o’ clock. God is merciful.

 

Stairs

I feel like all I’ve done today is go up and down Alumni’s stairs.

And I am TIRED OF IT.

 

I had planned out a really entertaining way to regale you all with the many times and reasons that stairs had happened, but that was several hours and assignments ago, so I’m sorry. If you wanted excellent entertainment and writing, you should head to the BBC. Not here.

On a completely different note, I am most grateful for A/C. Because I’d probably propose to our window unit if matrimony with inanimate objects was possible.

Continuing to switch focuses, I am still chewing over Emma Watson’s speech to the UN. It appears I am an unlabeled feminist. I will have to look over the implications of her positions, but her beginning points, I appreciated. Since I truly have not thought this out, I’m not looking for a debate, as of yet. I DO struggle with the term “feminist”, because I’ve met several man-haters who also hate on the mother and wife. And I’m not interested in supporting a female who thinks she’s a better male. That’s just stupid on a lot of levels. But. I do appreciate that society (and not the Bible) has done some pretty crummy things to both genders in an attempt to make them “more like themselves”. I do think men should be able to cry. And that women can make great CEOs. And that a woman can be submissive in a marriage without erasing her identity and that a man can lead without being an ignorant tyrant. The biggest issue I had with her speech was “gender is a spectrum”, but that could just be an issue of semantics, not ideology. I do believe that men and women ARE different and that’s GOOD, but that there are more similarities than differences. And that one shouldn’t float around in the middle unsure of what gender they are. But I believe that’s also another debate. I’ll be watching this He for She movement. It seems to be a promising and fascinating campaign.

Lyrics I Love: Friend of Sinners

Jesus, Friend of sinners we have strayed so far away
We cut down people in your name but the sword was never ours to swing
Jesus, friend of sinners the truth’s become so hard to see
The world is on their way to You but they’re tripping over me
Always looking around but never looking up I’m so double minded
A plank eyed saint with dirty hands and a heart divided

Oh Jesus friend of sinners
Open our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingers
Let our hearts be led by mercy
Help us reach with open hearts and open doors
Oh Jesus friend of sinners break our hearts for what breaks yours

Jesus friend of sinners the one who’s writing in the sand
Make the righteous turn away and the stones fall from their hands
Help us to remember we are all the least of thieves
Let the memory of Your mercy bring your people to their knees

Nobody knows what we’re for only what we’re against when we
judge the wounded
What if we put down our signs crossed over the lines and love like
You did

Oh Jesus friend of sinners
Open our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingers
Let our hearts be led by mercy
Help us reach with open hearts and open doors
Oh Jesus friend of sinners break our hearts for what breaks yours

You love every lost cause; you reach for the outcast
For the leper and the lame; they’re the reason that You came
Lord I was that lost cause and I was the outcast
But you died for sinners just like me a grateful leper at Your feet

‘Cause You are good, You are good And Your love endures forever
You are good, You are good and Your love endures forever
You are good, You are good and Your love endures forever
You are good, You are good and Your love endures forever

Oh Jesus friend of sinners
Open our eyes to the world at the end of our pointing fingers
Let our hearts be led by mercy
Help us reach with open hearts and open doors
Oh Jesus friend of sinners break our hearts for what breaks Yours

And I was the lost cause and I was the outcast
You died for sinners just like me, a grateful leper at Your feet

 

Presidents and Pirates

Today, Steve Pettit was officially instated as president and invested with all authority as such.

Today, I and the gang dressed up as pirates and got several dozen donuts free from Krispy Kreme.

Today, the same said gang gave a dozen to our new president with a colored unicorn picture as a welcoming gift while still dressed like said pirates.

 

I think he’s official now.

Leather Tag

Perched on the back of my seat, I wait for chapel to start. I’m always there early, and I amuse myself by watching the flow of people as they file to their seats. The different personalities are at turn amusing and disrupting: the overly angsty ones getting hung up on the sociable laid back groups, like driftwood on a rock in the middle of a rushing stream.

I turn behind me somewhat, so that I can clear the space in front of me for someone to pass further down my row. This allows me a glimpse of a middle-aged man sliding down the row behind me. Out of his pocket protrudes a large, leather tag, with “Dad” embossed on it. I hope the girl whose arm he’s about to touch is his daughter, and maybe it’s a surprise. But the only surprise she shows is that there’s a human trying to get past her. He shows nothing but polite interest in her either. I’m disappointed.

In another scan of the auditorium, I see the man again, now further down in my section. He grabs a boy from behind in a huge bear hug, while the boy grins sheepishly and turns to respond to his dad. The dad continues to talk to him and his boy’s seatmate, while the seatmate tugs on the gigantic tag.

I feel another wave of disappointment wash over me. Obviously the boy was happy to see his dad, even if a bit embarrassed. And the dad was appropriately jovial and loving. But the disappointment is from a void that opened up inside my chest. Because it was not my dad. I was not the one hugged in chapel. My father is at home, at work, 4 states away. And he is not here.

I know I should be thankful that I have a loving father who would hug me like that and laugh at me while beaming proudly. And I am. But. I miss that he’s not here.

I wish he was here.

Mr. Plump

I held an adorable little prickly ball of antisocial behavior in my hands today. And I fell so deeply in love I can’t even begin to handle it. And when he finally stopped hissing at me and rooting at my fingers with his little quivering nose, I thought I would burst. I also got told I’d be a good mom because of the soothing, scolding nonsense words I was using non-stop as a calming technique.

I’m totally in love.

Close Up

I may be an incorrigible, child-like nerd, but let me just say: life is way more cool and amusing as a nerd.

Today,  I got to see starfish embryos. Yes, I couldn’t distinguish much about them except for their size and that the single cells had a nucleus. But I got to see the clusters as they changed from one cells, to two cells, up to little masses of sixteen. I was grinning like a fool the whole time.

I also discovered that the caps of acorns are fuzzy. And that leaves are even prettier when seen at very high magnitudes.

 

I also discovered that rubbing Breathe by doTERRA on my neck and chest before running prevents my asthma from killing me. Which was pretty nice, since my legs were trying to corner the murder market anyway. The only bad part is that I now have one less excuse to keep me from running.

 

My P. O. Box was empty again today. If only someone would write me…*cough, cough*. Of course, if I actually started sending OUT letters, I might get some back, but why be logical? I mean really.

And since Tuesdays are obnoxiously long days and I am effectively done in all senses of the word, I am going to retire.

Goodnight.

Lyrics I Love: A Little Late

In the beginning
Into the darkness
The Spirit’s moving upon the water
You spoke the words:
“LET THERE BE LIGHT!”
Out of the chaos
Came the promise
The universe rose and applauded
When You commanded
The new born sun to rise

You are the Day Spring
You are the Morning Star
Creation’s splendor speaks of who You are
You are Salvation
You are the Joy of the Earth
Restoration comes
Hope of the broken world

Into my weakness
Into my darkness
Your Spirit’s moving upon my heart and
You speak the words: “LET THERE BE LIGHT!”
Into my chaos
Comes Your promise
The new is rising the old is past on
You are reviving and making all things right

You are the Day Spring
You are the Morning Star
Creation’s splendor speaks of who You are
You are Salvation
You are the Joy of the Earth
Restoration comes
Hope of the broken world

ARISE SHINE
THE GLORY OF THE LORD HAS RISEN
ARISE SHINE
THE GLORY OF THE LORD HAS RISEN
ARISE SHINE
THE GLORY OF THE LORD HAS RISEN
ARISE SHINE
THE GLORY OF THE LORD HAS RISEN

You are the Day Spring
You are the Morning Star
Creation’s splendor speaks of who You are
You are Salvation
You are the Joy of the Earth
Restoration comes
Hope of the broken world

Restoration comes
Hope of the broken world!

And then we sang I Have a Shelter in the Storm. Which always makes me bawl.

That is all.

What Happens At Mustang Induction…

Tends to be spread all over Facebook and this blog.

 

1. Being an officer and getting your head and face decorated with Ready Whip for freshmen to judge. Literally judge. I won, FYI.

2. Playing “Drip, Drip, Splash”, which is an infinitely more fascinating and freezing alternative to Duck, Duck, Goose. It also helps remove some of the excess Ready Whip.

3. Eating food. Pizza Dip and cookies, primarily.

4. Playing Full Body Rock, Paper, Scissors. And successfully heading off an argument about whether Superman could really beat Batman, and isn’t Wolverine better than both of them, not just Superman? Not to mention the epic debate concerning Marvel vs. DC. And yes, that was actually an issue for one society meeting.

5. Playing Ninja with 20 people. And ending up on the ground at least 3 times. I’m still not sure how that happened.

6. Getting the area so nice and clean that you got signed off before any other society. And caught your superiors off-guard with your efficiency.

7. Being closest to the dorms so you could wash off remaining Ready Whip in the showers before every other girl on campus got back.

8. Still smelling like Ready Whip two hours later.

 

My society is the best.