Since the conference hosted at Redeemer at the beginning of this semester, I have become more aware of the gap between the church calender, and the one hanging on my wall in all its academic glory.
We've entered the post reading break buzz-- where you literally walk through the Redeemer halls and catch snippets of individual conversations that somehow blend into a united chorus of the student body- screaming "I'm BUSY". It's bazaar, but I almost wonder if I stood in one place long enough, if the student body might actually burst into rebellious song- like some sort of fantastical high school musical (with some slight choreographical tweaking). HA. Wouldn't that be funny.
I just wonder why the busiest time of the school year lands itself in a time where it seems we are least likely to deal with it. A week off, a sun that has snapped out of hibernation, and the smell of a thawing world is not exactly conducive to excellence in academic performance. But I speak for myself. For those incredibly self-disciplined, the sight of green grass and running water might have the opposite effect. But those people live in libraries.
The general consensus seems to be that the season of Lent also brings a season of stress and hyper academic activity. I simply wish we could align ourselves a tad more appropriately to the church calender- so that as Easter approaches, our minds might not be so frazzled, but rested and refreshed.
But until that day of calender co-habitation, I will continue to drink coffee and meet deadlines.
It is still a joy to be alive.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
I am sick of being inactive. Today was supposed to be the day that I finally pulled on some snow pants and played outside. The vision was there, and I just didn't perform.
Instead I watched my brother and his highschool basketball team take the championship in the Christian schools tournament. It was truly a moment in history for Heritage, being a tiny school that has yet to put out a championship team in much of anything. Props to Matt and his cronies. It was excellent basketball.
The closest I got to getting any sort of excercise was shooting around with Doug during half time (trying to recreate my own past bball endeavors) and then starting a mini- dance party with Robyn to Africa King- a Latino dance song on par with the Macarena.
That was fun.
Anyways, homework is lame. Latino music is not.
Instead I watched my brother and his highschool basketball team take the championship in the Christian schools tournament. It was truly a moment in history for Heritage, being a tiny school that has yet to put out a championship team in much of anything. Props to Matt and his cronies. It was excellent basketball.
The closest I got to getting any sort of excercise was shooting around with Doug during half time (trying to recreate my own past bball endeavors) and then starting a mini- dance party with Robyn to Africa King- a Latino dance song on par with the Macarena.
That was fun.
Anyways, homework is lame. Latino music is not.
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