Eh Tea You

"A day...is a miniature eternity." - Raplh Waldo Emerson

Well said, Ralphie. I haven't even been back in Russellville for a week, but I feel like I've been here forever. I love being back! Life has been so encouraging lately. I've realized how much I have been blessed here with great friends and a phenominal church. Of course, classes will soon become overbearing, and I'm already overcommitting to things, but I've never lived my life any other way. Although I thought about taking a year off and going to LA (it's an internship called Leader's Academy. Not Las Angeles.), I am confident that returning to Tech was the right decision. I feel right where I need to be, and I know that God is here and moving! I've got a feeling (whooo hooo) that this year's gonna be a good good year!

Completely un-realted thoughts that have crossed my mind today:

-I love birthdays. My older sister and I share a birthday, and it happens to be tomorrow. I've already started celebrating. I think it's great that we give presents and love and attention to people on their birthdays...but what about their mothers? I didn't do anything on August 28, 1989 to deserve celebration. My mom, on the other hand, did A LOT. I guess that's what Mother's Day is for. Nonetheless, tomorrow I'll be calling my mom and thanking her for pushing.

-I'm a polite person. And I try to be a servant. For example, I always open the door for other people. However, when guys walk through my open door, I feel slightly awkward, and I wonder if I'm making them feel slightly awkward because they feel like it's their job to do such things for me. If we get their first, should girls open the door for guys? I feel like I am neglecting my gender role.

-I like to listen to my iPod when I walk around campus. Many students do. But why are we expected to stay composed when listening to music? Why can't I do a little jig, or pretend to drum, or sing along? Why is it acceptable while driving, but not while walking? I'm not embarassed. I just feel like society is telling me that I should be embarassed, so I refrain. Lame.