I've been over at Aunt Karen's since after class on Tuesday because Johnathan is in town.
Yesterday (Wednesday), we went up to Sacramento, and then went to the Jelly Belly factory. Yay!
Today, we went to the A's game against the Mariners and watched the A's win... and then we high-tailed it to San Jose and took Johnathan to the Winchester Mystery House... last tour of the day, only 9 people + the tour guide named Erin... good times. Got Chinese take-out and came home to watch movies.
Tomorrow, we're showing Johnathan San Francisco... going over the Bay Bridge, and the Golden Gate, going up and down the hills (including down the switchbacks on Lombard St.), riding the trolley, and hanging out on the Wharf. After that, it's out to Stockton for a hockey game.
And then, he leaves for Michigan on Saturday. His flight is at noon. Hopefully, he'll let me take him to the airport, because I can take him on my way back to school... cuz really, I need to go back to school to get my work done and I want to go to church on Sunday to set up some time to talk to Joanne about an internship.
I've loved all of my trips (Ventura Co with Charles and the gang, Los Angeles to see Kyle and the folks at church, San Ramon to visit with Johnathan) these last three weeks, but I'm kinda sorta ready to have my life back and get back into my swing of things... I miss just being around campus, hanging out with my friends, and getting all of my work done ahead of time.
And shit... I just realized I have a paper due on Saturday at 1pm. Fuck my life, there just aren't enough hours. sigh... and sabbath doesn't end for another hour and 15 minutes!! :(
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Good Friday 2010
FilCom and ERPC host a community-wide, ecumenical Good Friday "Seven Last Words of Jesus Christ" service each year. There are seven different preachers, and seven different musical groups - one for each word.
This year, I was the preacher for the Third Word, which is "Woman, behold your son... behold your mother." Kyle told us that we had 3-5 minutes to preach (and supposedly, I took about 8). I thought you might like to read my sermon, so I am posting it here.
FilCom Presbyterian Church
Good Friday – April 2, 2010
John 19:26-27
Imagine
Imagine that you are Mary, the Mother of Jesus.
Your son, you gift from God, is nailed. to. a. cross.
He’s done nothing worth this kind of torture and punishment. As you look up at his dying body, all of your memories come flooding back, and you can see him… playing with wood shavings from his father’s carpentry shop, working on his studies while sitting in the sun-filled doorway, spending time talking with the animals. You remember the time when you thought you’d lost him, when really, he was teaching in the temple. You look at the face of your beloved child and you feel every bit of pain and agony that he feels in this moment. You would move heaven and earth to spare him this torture.
You are beside yourself.
You look up at your beloved son’s face, and you see him looking down at you, looking right into your eyes.
He says, “Mom, look at my friend standing there next to you. He is your son now. He’ll take care of you.”
Imagine that you are the beloved disciple.
You met Jesus one day, and when he said “follow me,” you dropped everything and followed. You were with Jesus through his miracles, ministry, and travels. You’ve become very close to your dear friend – like family – and while you may not have understood everything he said and taught, you were still there… listening, learning, experiencing.
You were there yesterday when He told you and the others that he would be betrayed. You were there to share his last meal with him, knowing that it is significant, but not really sure just how significant. You were there when he was arrested, even though you’re not entirely sure what he did that was so wrong it warranted death on a cross.
You are standing next to his mother, looking up at your friend, dying on the cross, and you see that he is looking right at you.
He says, “My friend, look at my mom. I want you to take care of her. Help support her and care for her when I am gone.”
Imagine that you are Jesus.
You’ve been through a lot lately. At the beginning of this week, you rode into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey. People came out, shouting your name, yelling “HOSANNA,” waving palm branches, laying down their cloaks in front of you.
Yesterday, you celebrated the Passover with your friends in a borrowed room. You shared with them that this would happen, and you taught them how they were to remember you through the breaking of the bread and the drinking of the cup. You’ve been through your arrest, trial, scourging, and now this. You’re nailed to a cross; you can see the people below you.
And there in the crowd, two faces stand out from the rest. One has been with you throughout your ministry years, and one who has been with you through every part of your life and memory.
Your heart goes out to your mother as you look down at her and see the tears streaming down her face. You know that she will need someone to care for her once you are gone. Standing next to her is your dearest friend.
You look down at them, and you say: “Look, Mom. My dearest friend will be your son. Look my dear friend. Take care of my mom as if she were your own. I love you both.”
This year, I was the preacher for the Third Word, which is "Woman, behold your son... behold your mother." Kyle told us that we had 3-5 minutes to preach (and supposedly, I took about 8). I thought you might like to read my sermon, so I am posting it here.
FilCom Presbyterian Church
Good Friday – April 2, 2010
John 19:26-27
Imagine
Imagine that you are Mary, the Mother of Jesus.
Your son, you gift from God, is nailed. to. a. cross.
He’s done nothing worth this kind of torture and punishment. As you look up at his dying body, all of your memories come flooding back, and you can see him… playing with wood shavings from his father’s carpentry shop, working on his studies while sitting in the sun-filled doorway, spending time talking with the animals. You remember the time when you thought you’d lost him, when really, he was teaching in the temple. You look at the face of your beloved child and you feel every bit of pain and agony that he feels in this moment. You would move heaven and earth to spare him this torture.
You are beside yourself.
You look up at your beloved son’s face, and you see him looking down at you, looking right into your eyes.
He says, “Mom, look at my friend standing there next to you. He is your son now. He’ll take care of you.”
Imagine that you are the beloved disciple.
You met Jesus one day, and when he said “follow me,” you dropped everything and followed. You were with Jesus through his miracles, ministry, and travels. You’ve become very close to your dear friend – like family – and while you may not have understood everything he said and taught, you were still there… listening, learning, experiencing.
You were there yesterday when He told you and the others that he would be betrayed. You were there to share his last meal with him, knowing that it is significant, but not really sure just how significant. You were there when he was arrested, even though you’re not entirely sure what he did that was so wrong it warranted death on a cross.
You are standing next to his mother, looking up at your friend, dying on the cross, and you see that he is looking right at you.
He says, “My friend, look at my mom. I want you to take care of her. Help support her and care for her when I am gone.”
Imagine that you are Jesus.
You’ve been through a lot lately. At the beginning of this week, you rode into Jerusalem on the back of a donkey. People came out, shouting your name, yelling “HOSANNA,” waving palm branches, laying down their cloaks in front of you.
Yesterday, you celebrated the Passover with your friends in a borrowed room. You shared with them that this would happen, and you taught them how they were to remember you through the breaking of the bread and the drinking of the cup. You’ve been through your arrest, trial, scourging, and now this. You’re nailed to a cross; you can see the people below you.
And there in the crowd, two faces stand out from the rest. One has been with you throughout your ministry years, and one who has been with you through every part of your life and memory.
Your heart goes out to your mother as you look down at her and see the tears streaming down her face. You know that she will need someone to care for her once you are gone. Standing next to her is your dearest friend.
You look down at them, and you say: “Look, Mom. My dearest friend will be your son. Look my dear friend. Take care of my mom as if she were your own. I love you both.”
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Happy St. Pat's!
So I'm sitting down at HG, sipping a Bailey's/Kahlua/Milk Trinity (I'm on #3 btw) and I'm watching one group of folk play M:TG and one group watching "Dumb and Dumber."
It's been my Sabbath for 5 minutes... when I wake up in the morning, I'm gonna do laundry, and pack, and then maybe see who wants to go to Muir Woods... and if no one wants to go, then I'll go by myself.
I went for a drive today. It's been a long time (like, not since my Alma days) since I've had to go for a drive to get rid of a disheartened, sad, out-of-it mood. It was such a pretty drive... I want to go back out there soon, and maybe take a couple of friends so they can see it, too.
I'm looking forward to break... I'm going to SoCal with Charles on Saturday and staying the whole week... we're driving back to NorCal on Sunday 3/28, and then I turn around and fly back to SoCal on Tuesday 3/30, and then I'm driving back to NorCal with Aunt Karen and Johnathan on Sunday 4/4. Woo! What a whirlwind!
Anyway... here's the map of the drive I took today... I'm gonna go do something somewhat fun!
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It's been my Sabbath for 5 minutes... when I wake up in the morning, I'm gonna do laundry, and pack, and then maybe see who wants to go to Muir Woods... and if no one wants to go, then I'll go by myself.
I went for a drive today. It's been a long time (like, not since my Alma days) since I've had to go for a drive to get rid of a disheartened, sad, out-of-it mood. It was such a pretty drive... I want to go back out there soon, and maybe take a couple of friends so they can see it, too.
I'm looking forward to break... I'm going to SoCal with Charles on Saturday and staying the whole week... we're driving back to NorCal on Sunday 3/28, and then I turn around and fly back to SoCal on Tuesday 3/30, and then I'm driving back to NorCal with Aunt Karen and Johnathan on Sunday 4/4. Woo! What a whirlwind!
Anyway... here's the map of the drive I took today... I'm gonna go do something somewhat fun!
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Monday, March 15, 2010
My Most Sincere Love and Thanks
I devote today's blog post to giving thanks to my many friends and loved ones who have helped me celebrate and honor this angel-versary.
You have my utmost love, gratitude, and admiration, and I don't know what I'd do without the love, support, grace, and care that you all show me every day.
I promise to be there, to be present, for you, anytime you need me.
Lots of love to you, always!
You have my utmost love, gratitude, and admiration, and I don't know what I'd do without the love, support, grace, and care that you all show me every day.
I promise to be there, to be present, for you, anytime you need me.
Lots of love to you, always!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Sore but Happy :-)
Yesterday was, for lack of a better word, AMAZING.
It started out early... Ryan, Charles, Heather, Ryan D-B, and I piled into Van A and headed for Pt Reyes National Seashore. And we went hiking! We did lots of hiking! Like, 13 miles worth of hiking! And there was some rock climbing to get down to and back up from the beach! And I hurt! But it was SOOOO worth it! Pictures are here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2026513&id=69500121&l=5dfea95f2c
After we got back to San Anselmo, we changed clothes, piled in my car, and headed out to Mi Pueblo for dinner... which was loads of fun (really, because I love their taco salad!!). Then we came back to campus, vegged for a little bit, then piled back into my and Heather's cars and went out to The Broken Drum, which is a bar/restaurant in San Rafael. It's a fun place to go, and I'd love to go back out there when it's not so loud a person can't hear themselves think.
And then it was alcohol, Holy Grounds, good music, great friends, and staying up until 5:30am.
Now to do some crocheting and figuring out what all needs to be done for this next week.
I am SO glad break starts on Thursday for me... you have no idea.
It started out early... Ryan, Charles, Heather, Ryan D-B, and I piled into Van A and headed for Pt Reyes National Seashore. And we went hiking! We did lots of hiking! Like, 13 miles worth of hiking! And there was some rock climbing to get down to and back up from the beach! And I hurt! But it was SOOOO worth it! Pictures are here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2026513&id=69500121&l=5dfea95f2c
After we got back to San Anselmo, we changed clothes, piled in my car, and headed out to Mi Pueblo for dinner... which was loads of fun (really, because I love their taco salad!!). Then we came back to campus, vegged for a little bit, then piled back into my and Heather's cars and went out to The Broken Drum, which is a bar/restaurant in San Rafael. It's a fun place to go, and I'd love to go back out there when it's not so loud a person can't hear themselves think.
And then it was alcohol, Holy Grounds, good music, great friends, and staying up until 5:30am.
Now to do some crocheting and figuring out what all needs to be done for this next week.
I am SO glad break starts on Thursday for me... you have no idea.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Nummy...
I'm sad. I miss my brother.
It's been 5 years and it's getting to the point where I don't remember what he looked like or what his voice sounded like.
I love the people that I'm with right now, but they weren't there when it happened. I don't feel like they understand.
I miss being around people that just know, without having to be told about it. I'm afraid of telling people here what happened, because I'm afraid they'll think I'm still stuck on it and on the verge of mental breakdown.
I'm not.
I just miss my brother, and it makes me sad.
This is the person I grew up with... my right hand man, so to speak. We did -everything- together when we were kids. And then we grew apart. But we were always still Sis and Nums. Inseperable from his birth.
Am I crazy for attempting to go to class on the 15th?
It's been 5 years and it's getting to the point where I don't remember what he looked like or what his voice sounded like.
I love the people that I'm with right now, but they weren't there when it happened. I don't feel like they understand.
I miss being around people that just know, without having to be told about it. I'm afraid of telling people here what happened, because I'm afraid they'll think I'm still stuck on it and on the verge of mental breakdown.
I'm not.
I just miss my brother, and it makes me sad.
This is the person I grew up with... my right hand man, so to speak. We did -everything- together when we were kids. And then we grew apart. But we were always still Sis and Nums. Inseperable from his birth.
Am I crazy for attempting to go to class on the 15th?
Ben Hur, Alice in Wonderland, and Last of the Mohicans
When I went down to Holy Grounds yesterday afternoon, Elizabeth, Rus, Jim, and Chris were watching the first half of Ben-Hur. Truth be told, I've never seen that movie, though it has been on my list of movies to watch for a LOOOONG time. While down there, I received an email from Talitha (as did the rest of the student body) about the FTE folks on campus thinking that our campus was the most dull, boring, and deserted place they had ever been to, and so to remedy that, Talitha was opening Holy Grounds at 9:30 for people to stop in and prove the FTE folk wrong.
In the mean time, Beer & Theology had started, and I excused myself from HG for a while, then came back and played solitaire while waiting for them to finish. After Heather (and Luke!), Ryan, and Chris got to HG, we all piled in my car and went up to the mall where we had dinner at the food court, swapped call stories, and watched Alice in Wonderland.
I have to say, I'm not a huge fan of Tim Burton, nor Johnny Depp, but I think this movie may well have changed my opinion of both of them. What a great movie! And a great time with good friends!
Well, after the movie, we came back to HG for this so-called party. And I just want to say WTF. With the exception of a few brave souls/lost sheep (i.e. obnoxious girl), the whole damned group just curled up in one corner together, socialized with each other (not the students that were there) and drank their beer (which, though I don't drink beer, I was amazed at.... I guess there was a sale on Coors Light, because, honestly, who buys that stuff except poor college kids??). Whatev... me and "da boys" played a lot of card games and then Yahtzee!. Which, really, is what we do.
At half past midnight, Mr. Chaperone Dude hollered out "Last Call!!" and we were like, WTF?? Obnoxious Girl (or one of the others said) "oh I guess you guys are leaving as soon as this game is done, right?" and I think it was Ryan who looked at her and said "um, no, that's last call for you guys. We live here." And Mr. Chaperone Dude was like "I have to lock up...." with this expectation that we would get up and vacate, to which Ryan said "You can leave the key with me. There are 6 other people in this room that can lock up." Mr. Chaperone Dude did indeed leave the key with Ryan and after all of the little FTE folken left, Heather came back! And more Yahtzee! was played. And a bunch of other drunk, uber-early-in-the-morning fun was had.
And I came home at about 4:15am.
But before I went to bed, I purchased and downloaded the soundtrack from Last of the Mohicans. Ryan was playing the music on his phone last night, and it filled me with this overwhelming longing to be back in high school orchestra just for the chance to play that music again. Some of my very best memories are of being in orchestra and feeling the joy that I was filled with while playing the music from that movie. Maybe I should pull my violin out and tune it up... maybe....
Anyway... I have papers to write (can I write the rest of them for the term just to get them over and done with?) and such. I have an overwhelming desire to go out to Pt. Reyes... but I don't really want to go by myself. Maybe I'd better wait until Johnathan is here and see if I can't get a bunch of folk to come with us and have a grand ol' time!
By the way.... I'm more than a little excited about Johnathan coming out here! :)
A'ight... off to go write a few papers and make this a productive Saturday :)
In the mean time, Beer & Theology had started, and I excused myself from HG for a while, then came back and played solitaire while waiting for them to finish. After Heather (and Luke!), Ryan, and Chris got to HG, we all piled in my car and went up to the mall where we had dinner at the food court, swapped call stories, and watched Alice in Wonderland.
I have to say, I'm not a huge fan of Tim Burton, nor Johnny Depp, but I think this movie may well have changed my opinion of both of them. What a great movie! And a great time with good friends!
Well, after the movie, we came back to HG for this so-called party. And I just want to say WTF. With the exception of a few brave souls/lost sheep (i.e. obnoxious girl), the whole damned group just curled up in one corner together, socialized with each other (not the students that were there) and drank their beer (which, though I don't drink beer, I was amazed at.... I guess there was a sale on Coors Light, because, honestly, who buys that stuff except poor college kids??). Whatev... me and "da boys" played a lot of card games and then Yahtzee!. Which, really, is what we do.
At half past midnight, Mr. Chaperone Dude hollered out "Last Call!!" and we were like, WTF?? Obnoxious Girl (or one of the others said) "oh I guess you guys are leaving as soon as this game is done, right?" and I think it was Ryan who looked at her and said "um, no, that's last call for you guys. We live here." And Mr. Chaperone Dude was like "I have to lock up...." with this expectation that we would get up and vacate, to which Ryan said "You can leave the key with me. There are 6 other people in this room that can lock up." Mr. Chaperone Dude did indeed leave the key with Ryan and after all of the little FTE folken left, Heather came back! And more Yahtzee! was played. And a bunch of other drunk, uber-early-in-the-morning fun was had.
And I came home at about 4:15am.
But before I went to bed, I purchased and downloaded the soundtrack from Last of the Mohicans. Ryan was playing the music on his phone last night, and it filled me with this overwhelming longing to be back in high school orchestra just for the chance to play that music again. Some of my very best memories are of being in orchestra and feeling the joy that I was filled with while playing the music from that movie. Maybe I should pull my violin out and tune it up... maybe....
Anyway... I have papers to write (can I write the rest of them for the term just to get them over and done with?) and such. I have an overwhelming desire to go out to Pt. Reyes... but I don't really want to go by myself. Maybe I'd better wait until Johnathan is here and see if I can't get a bunch of folk to come with us and have a grand ol' time!
By the way.... I'm more than a little excited about Johnathan coming out here! :)
A'ight... off to go write a few papers and make this a productive Saturday :)
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Sabbath Stabbing...
YAY!! I spent my Sabbath stitching, and I managed to finish the puppy cross stitch! And I framed it!! YAY!!
Aaaaaaand then the glass in the frame broke...
And I decided to have blonde moment and managed to stab my hand with one of the pieces of glass...
F***ing brilliant.
It's a little poke hole, no where near big enough to need stitches, but it's in the fleshy part of my palm between my baby and ring fingers on my right hand. I did manage to get a band-aid on it. I -think- it's stopped bleeding but I'm not gonna take the band-aid off to check.
Instead, I'm gonna pack up my computer, go get some McDonald's or something for dinner, then go sit at Holy Grounds and play internet games all night. Tomorrow is Friday... I wonder what I can find to do before we all go see "Alice in Wonderland"... might even be something productive... might even get stuff done that's not due for a long time... maybe I'll just veg all day. Who knows?
Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be less risky than playing with broken plate glass! :-P
Aaaaaaand then the glass in the frame broke...
And I decided to have blonde moment and managed to stab my hand with one of the pieces of glass...
F***ing brilliant.
It's a little poke hole, no where near big enough to need stitches, but it's in the fleshy part of my palm between my baby and ring fingers on my right hand. I did manage to get a band-aid on it. I -think- it's stopped bleeding but I'm not gonna take the band-aid off to check.
Instead, I'm gonna pack up my computer, go get some McDonald's or something for dinner, then go sit at Holy Grounds and play internet games all night. Tomorrow is Friday... I wonder what I can find to do before we all go see "Alice in Wonderland"... might even be something productive... might even get stuff done that's not due for a long time... maybe I'll just veg all day. Who knows?
Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be less risky than playing with broken plate glass! :-P
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Cross Stitch, Half Stitch, Back Stitch, and Alice...
Today has been really rather productive... I got my homework for next week done! Huzzah! Of course, this just means that I'm on time for myself... so don't get too excited...
And then I picked up my cross stitching... the dalmatian one I've been working on for Aunt Karen since, oh, a year ago. I -finally- finished the cross stitching part. Now I have the half stitching left to finish, followed by the back stitching. Then I get to find a frame and a mat for it. If I'm -really- diligent tomorrow, maybe I can get the stitching done tomorrow! How awesome would that be? I think I'm gonna hang it in Holy Grounds before I give it to Aunt Karen, though. This is based on Tom's idea of having a student art show... and Ryan has a couple of his photography pieces down there, and Charles has a couple of his paintings... and yeah, I want to be part of the fun, too!
Tomorrow is Sabbath day... huzzah for that! It means sleeping in, which is something I really should try to do to ward off whatever illness is going around campus. Friday, yeah that's Sabbath part two... where a bunch of us (Heather, Charles, Ryan, Chris, and myself) are going to dinner and then seeing the Tim Burton "Alice In Wonderland" movie. It's bound to be fun!
Anyway... I'm off to go do some more cross stitching and maybe someone will decide they want to play a game.... but if they don't, that will be okay, too.
And then I picked up my cross stitching... the dalmatian one I've been working on for Aunt Karen since, oh, a year ago. I -finally- finished the cross stitching part. Now I have the half stitching left to finish, followed by the back stitching. Then I get to find a frame and a mat for it. If I'm -really- diligent tomorrow, maybe I can get the stitching done tomorrow! How awesome would that be? I think I'm gonna hang it in Holy Grounds before I give it to Aunt Karen, though. This is based on Tom's idea of having a student art show... and Ryan has a couple of his photography pieces down there, and Charles has a couple of his paintings... and yeah, I want to be part of the fun, too!
Tomorrow is Sabbath day... huzzah for that! It means sleeping in, which is something I really should try to do to ward off whatever illness is going around campus. Friday, yeah that's Sabbath part two... where a bunch of us (Heather, Charles, Ryan, Chris, and myself) are going to dinner and then seeing the Tim Burton "Alice In Wonderland" movie. It's bound to be fun!
Anyway... I'm off to go do some more cross stitching and maybe someone will decide they want to play a game.... but if they don't, that will be okay, too.
If CPM Could See Me Now...
I find this amazing. At my annual consultation back in January, the CPM of my presbytery told me I was excessively happy, chipper, out-going, open, joyful, extroverted, etc. and that because of this, I might have a serious problem showing sad, angry, or upset emotion.
Today/tonight? I'm feeling really rather emotionally drained. And sad. And upset. And anything but excessively happy, chipper, out-going, open, joyful, and extroverted.
Maybe it's because the 15th is coming. Maybe it's because I'm afraid people really do find me annoying. Maybe it's because I feel like I'll never be good enough for anyone or be someone that anyone will want to spend forever with. Maybe it's because it's been raining and is raining again. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe this term is more stressful than I'm really letting anyone believe. Maybe it's all of these things. Maybe it's none.
I wish people didn't say things that could be deemed as hurtful, even if they're just meant in jest. More than that, I wish I wasn't so sensitive to those things. I wish I could be someone who just didn't care. But I do care. It does matter to me. And I do feel the pain when something is said that turns out to be hurtful.
Enough of that for now... I'm gonna do a bit more reading and then crawl into bed.
Today/tonight? I'm feeling really rather emotionally drained. And sad. And upset. And anything but excessively happy, chipper, out-going, open, joyful, and extroverted.
Maybe it's because the 15th is coming. Maybe it's because I'm afraid people really do find me annoying. Maybe it's because I feel like I'll never be good enough for anyone or be someone that anyone will want to spend forever with. Maybe it's because it's been raining and is raining again. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe this term is more stressful than I'm really letting anyone believe. Maybe it's all of these things. Maybe it's none.
I wish people didn't say things that could be deemed as hurtful, even if they're just meant in jest. More than that, I wish I wasn't so sensitive to those things. I wish I could be someone who just didn't care. But I do care. It does matter to me. And I do feel the pain when something is said that turns out to be hurtful.
Enough of that for now... I'm gonna do a bit more reading and then crawl into bed.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Rainy Days and Mondays
So it's Monday again. I really have a hard time getting through Mondays. As a matter of fact, I'm starting to nod off sitting here in class, so that's why I'm blogging right now.
Usually, my Mondays look like this: Chapel 10:15-11am. Lunch. Preaching 2-5. Choir 5:15-6:45. Gospels 7-10. Today, Dan cancelled choir rehearsal (thanks to singing in chapel today) so I had a break between classes today. So I really have no idea why I'm having such a hard time right now. I'm really exhausted!
I've already snapped back from nodding off about 25 times and I can't stop yawning. I can't wait for break time.... which I hope is coming up really soon... because really, I need to find some caffine or water or sugar or something. Tomorrow is Tuesday, which means Intro to Ministry from 11-12:30, followed by Christian Ed over in Berkeley from 1-6, and then it's game night! Praise Jesus! And then it's Wednesday, which means it's homework time, and then Thursday is my Sabbath! God I can't wait for some time to sleep in!! This starting to doze off in class is totally not constructive, and I'm afraid I'll actually fall asleep and Annetta will call on me. Not that I really know what is going on, anyway... I don't do well with the teaching style where the teacher expects the students to lead and teach the class through the discussion. Seriously? You want me to learn something, then teach it, preach it, then help me practice it. Whiz-bang, that's it.
But beyond that...
Chapel was -amazing- this morning. The choir sang 3 songs, and David gave an -awesome- welcome from the student body to Laird, our new interim president. It was a lot of FUN, actually.
aaaaaaand David just looked at me as we were talking about shoes... some things never die, and as far as I'm concerned about the shoe incident, I like Lucas' idea... we should all walk through graduation bare-foot. YES! I like this idea... it brings a whole new prospective to an incident from our first year. Unfortunately, I'll most likely be graduating a year before them... :(
Anyway... I think Mondays are crazy and I think the lack of sleep I've been getting lately is starting to make me sick.... literally.... I have a -nasty- cough going on right now.
Usually, my Mondays look like this: Chapel 10:15-11am. Lunch. Preaching 2-5. Choir 5:15-6:45. Gospels 7-10. Today, Dan cancelled choir rehearsal (thanks to singing in chapel today) so I had a break between classes today. So I really have no idea why I'm having such a hard time right now. I'm really exhausted!
I've already snapped back from nodding off about 25 times and I can't stop yawning. I can't wait for break time.... which I hope is coming up really soon... because really, I need to find some caffine or water or sugar or something. Tomorrow is Tuesday, which means Intro to Ministry from 11-12:30, followed by Christian Ed over in Berkeley from 1-6, and then it's game night! Praise Jesus! And then it's Wednesday, which means it's homework time, and then Thursday is my Sabbath! God I can't wait for some time to sleep in!! This starting to doze off in class is totally not constructive, and I'm afraid I'll actually fall asleep and Annetta will call on me. Not that I really know what is going on, anyway... I don't do well with the teaching style where the teacher expects the students to lead and teach the class through the discussion. Seriously? You want me to learn something, then teach it, preach it, then help me practice it. Whiz-bang, that's it.
But beyond that...
Chapel was -amazing- this morning. The choir sang 3 songs, and David gave an -awesome- welcome from the student body to Laird, our new interim president. It was a lot of FUN, actually.
aaaaaaand David just looked at me as we were talking about shoes... some things never die, and as far as I'm concerned about the shoe incident, I like Lucas' idea... we should all walk through graduation bare-foot. YES! I like this idea... it brings a whole new prospective to an incident from our first year. Unfortunately, I'll most likely be graduating a year before them... :(
Anyway... I think Mondays are crazy and I think the lack of sleep I've been getting lately is starting to make me sick.... literally.... I have a -nasty- cough going on right now.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Church at San Geronimo
So Ryan and I went out to San Geronimo Valley Presbyterian Church for worship this morning. It was... interesting... yeah. Between the minister assuming certain things, to the kid that ran up and tapped the minister on the side while he was doing the dedication of the offerings, to the seminary grad that asked us what our theology was. Wow. Not to mention the IDIOT that almost T-boned us cuz he didn't bother to look before he turned left while we were turning left... ugh.
Anyway, after we got home, I watched the gold medal hockey game between USA and Canada and was totally torn between the two teams... I bleed Red White and Blue (go USA) but the coach of Team Canada is the head coach of the Red Wings (go Canada and home)... so it didn't bother me too much that Canada won. Then I did the dishes and cleaned my room and then it was time for dinner...
Ryan, Charles, Tom, and I went up to M&G which is the burger joint on the north side of Fairfax. Yummy stuff.
Then we came down here to Holy Grounds and have been sitting here ever since. Charles and Ryan are studying Hebrew, Katie is studying History, and I'm cross stitching... and waiting for the boys to be ready for some Yahtzee!
Anyway, after we got home, I watched the gold medal hockey game between USA and Canada and was totally torn between the two teams... I bleed Red White and Blue (go USA) but the coach of Team Canada is the head coach of the Red Wings (go Canada and home)... so it didn't bother me too much that Canada won. Then I did the dishes and cleaned my room and then it was time for dinner...
Ryan, Charles, Tom, and I went up to M&G which is the burger joint on the north side of Fairfax. Yummy stuff.
Then we came down here to Holy Grounds and have been sitting here ever since. Charles and Ryan are studying Hebrew, Katie is studying History, and I'm cross stitching... and waiting for the boys to be ready for some Yahtzee!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Saturday Respite
So I managed to finish the paper by 11:30am... which means I'd been in Holy Grounds for almost 24 hours (give or take). And I'm still in Holy Grounds... what can I say? It's comfortable!!
Anyway... my heart is full of prayer and thoughts for the people of Chile and Japan after their earthquakes, and everyone on the Pacific Rim who might get the tsunami effects from the Chilean 8.8 earthquake.
I think I need a Saturday Respite... where I do nothing but veg, maybe nap, play some online games (unless my buddies show up down here), cross stitch, yadda yadda. I'm starting to feel "pithy" which is never a good thing.
OH! In other news... John, Dani, and Norah are going home today, and Mom, Dad, and Anna are going up to Traverse City to see them/meet Norah. How wonderful is that??! I am seriously excited to be an aunt, even if it's not really blood related. Blood might be thicker than water, but love is just as thick as blood, right?
Off to go get some respite time in :-)
Anyway... my heart is full of prayer and thoughts for the people of Chile and Japan after their earthquakes, and everyone on the Pacific Rim who might get the tsunami effects from the Chilean 8.8 earthquake.
I think I need a Saturday Respite... where I do nothing but veg, maybe nap, play some online games (unless my buddies show up down here), cross stitch, yadda yadda. I'm starting to feel "pithy" which is never a good thing.
OH! In other news... John, Dani, and Norah are going home today, and Mom, Dad, and Anna are going up to Traverse City to see them/meet Norah. How wonderful is that??! I am seriously excited to be an aunt, even if it's not really blood related. Blood might be thicker than water, but love is just as thick as blood, right?
Off to go get some respite time in :-)
Late Nights at Holy Grounds...
What better to post my first post about than another late-night run at Holy Grounds. I think this is the second one this week.
See, I've got a paper due at 1pm today (Saturday). I've got about 2-3 pages left to write. I've been here at HG until, oh, 11:45am on Friday. It's now 5:52am on Saturday. No, I haven't been working on this paper the whole time... there was time for Apples to Apples with Ryan, Charles, and Tom, and a trip to Denny's for dinner. But, there are still 2-3 pages to write in the next 7 hours or so... and I'm getting pretty tired. Maybe it's time for a nap... but maybe not... I dunno. I've had "Gone With The Wind" on for background noise, really because it's over 4 hours long, and it has been wonderful.
Yup... I'm dozing off... time for a nap... here's hoping I get rested enough to write the rest of this paper....
See, I've got a paper due at 1pm today (Saturday). I've got about 2-3 pages left to write. I've been here at HG until, oh, 11:45am on Friday. It's now 5:52am on Saturday. No, I haven't been working on this paper the whole time... there was time for Apples to Apples with Ryan, Charles, and Tom, and a trip to Denny's for dinner. But, there are still 2-3 pages to write in the next 7 hours or so... and I'm getting pretty tired. Maybe it's time for a nap... but maybe not... I dunno. I've had "Gone With The Wind" on for background noise, really because it's over 4 hours long, and it has been wonderful.
Yup... I'm dozing off... time for a nap... here's hoping I get rested enough to write the rest of this paper....
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