Friday, May 28, 2010
During our visit, issues in leadership and membership passivity were brought up. The preacher broke out saying, "Many Christians do not even care about the effects of the Rapture anymore!"
His friend commented, "Some do not even believe the Rapture to be true!"
I wanted to pipe up that I was one of those Christians that do not believe in the Rapture, but instead I just sat uncomfortably in my seat.
I miss Don't Care High, where Korman deals with teenage apathy that is true in every generation. Or how about Losing Joe's Place, where the brass-knuckle wearing female character steals the reader's attention. I understand keeping recent titles on shelves, but even the classic Son of the Mob (if I'm correct, it was nominated for a Young Reader's Choice Award in 2005) loosely based on The Godfather didn't seem to make the cut. Maybe when we're not so caught up with Bella's patient waiting for Edward, we can truly appreciate some literature that evokes laughter by using irony and laying out the reader's wildest daydreams in paper form.
Friday, May 7, 2010
The first time, I was walking around on a rainy night and the sky was pitch black. I walked into the Whitaker building and everything was dark. The building felt deserted and the lights to both stairwells to Whit 1 and 3 were off. The lights on Whit 2 were shut off too, but I saw a soft glow coming out of my friend's room.
Ah, some life! As it turned out, everyone had left and we were the only ones left. I remember that we were both madly packing, since we both had to leave quickly the next morning. In my dream, I had to leave her room to start my untouched room. We had no time for conversation, as it was getting very late into the night. As I walked into my room, the same as it had been all year, I looked at a bag of Lay's chips (regular) on my counter and munched on it as it was the only means of sustenance I had.
In my next dream, I walked onto the hall in the afternoon and it was bright and sunny. Many had already left, but there was noise and people on the hall. As I walked past the empty rooms rather quickly because I was again in a hurry to pack, I saw that there was actually quite a few girls hanging around. I saw some faces that I never thought I would see again. However, as I was one of the last to leave, I had to say goodbye again to those that were leaving.
As I walked into the bathroom, I saw a friend that I was surprised would be in Caronport.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
My question brought her to tears, and she hastily tried to explain to me why she was in Caronport. However, in my selfish pleasure, I was so delighted to see her that I did not care if she was upset to be at Briercrest again.
Ending in the same manner as the first dream, I walked into my room and stared at the Lays bag of chips.
Here is a line from the end of the book, where Heathcliff's housekeeper for 20 years, scolds him:
" ' You are aware, Mr. Heathcliff,' I said, 'that from the time you were 13 years old, you have lived a selfish, unchristian life; and probably hardly had a Bible in your hands, during all that period.' "
I cannot help but wonder that if Heathcliff decided to flip open the middle of his Bible and read a Proverb or a Psalm, the plot line would have changed. I'm certain, actually, that the book would have ended somewhat differently.
If you haven't yet, be sure to read it over the summer. Meanwhile, I'll be starting The Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
I don't deserve my grades. Yes, I did put in an effort, but when I think about how much harder I could've worked, it doesn't even compare.
The countless hours I spent procrastinating I did things like watch Gossip Girl (awful show, but I refuse to stop watching mid-season) and then lament about how Blair and Chuck should be together.
The only way I understand my GPA is that it must've been grace, because I've done absolutely nothing to deserve my grades.
Grace, grace, grace. And I am incredibly grateful for it.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
You take what they give you
And you keep it inside.
Every spark of friendship and love
will die without a home.
Hear the soldier groan, We'll go at it alone.
I made it safely back in Edmonton and man, did I miss the skyline! It's beautiful here!
Monday, April 19, 2010
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· Am I in the best program to meet my vocational needs?
· If I am already in the right program, should I stay in the old program or switch to the new version?
· Can I add a minor to my degree?
· Would switching to the new program allow me to use currently unapplied courses I have taken due to a previous program switch or transfer credits?
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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Saturday, January 23, 2010
It's been a while since I last slept in. Today, I woke up early to go to the city with my friends, except the roads were awful so we turned around and came back. I was sort of hoping for the two hour nap that I would take in the car on the way to 'toon but since I'm awake and back, and not sleeping in the car, I suppose I'll read leisurely instead. I'm thinking of finishing Julian of Norwich, which I didn't get the chance to complete from last semester.