Ash Wednesday

Today my boyfriend and I went to the Ash Wednesday service that was held on campus.  It was neat.  The service itself was very Catholic, which I enjoyed.  (Catholic services always seem to have that extra special pen ash around holidays.) The communion wine tasted like saki though... 

So, the big question is: What should I give up for lent?  A lot of people are giving up food or drinks, but the only things that I eat/drink routinely are chicken and coffee.  Chicken because it is the only meat that the school does a good job at cooking, and coffee because due to my body's chemistry caffeine tends to work as a relaxant on me and when I don't drink some when under stress, I need serious drugs (like Benedril) to deal with the withdrawal symptoms.

Back to giving up something though.  I really don't know what I can give... 

• I can give some more time for prayer, though I fear I'm too often distracted.
  
• I can make an effort to do a better job of attending church, though I know I'll miss the extra hour of sleep.
  
• I can actually finally get around to pulling some money to give to the church from my pay check's meager leftovers.
  
• I can try to read my Bible more.  It's pages were starting to get dusty.
  

That is all I know to offer.  I have little time during the day and am overly easily distracted at night, so I will try this little though it is.  It's not giving up chocolate, but it is my own small attempt.  Hopefully I will pull through and do all of these.  If not, then I can only hope that God will understand.

Dear Professor,

I don't get class, and it isn't the subject matter either.  The subjects are simplistic.  You repeat yourself... a lot.  You give me death glares if I walk into your 9 o'clock one minute late, but then you are 10 minutes late to your own 1 o'clock class.

You don't remember where you stopped at in your notes during your last lecture, but find it unthinkable that I forgot this ultra important busy-work assignment that you handed out along with three other similar assignments earlier in the week.  You expect me to sit in rapt attention, yet you babble on in circles, constantly returning to some technical mumbo-jumbo.  You say that I should try to learn in your class, yet you review so much that I couldn't even say what the "new material" was in the last class.

You speak in abstracts, then say I don't explain enough in my papers.  You claim yourself as a revealer of higher education, yet you test me over the same things that I learned in 10th grade.

Where is the challenge?!?!?  Why am I here?!?!?!  Quit lecturing me on respect and accountability because until you learn to respect my intelligence, I don't think I will be able to fully respect you.  If you respect me, I will respect you; if you treat me like an uneducated fool, then I will play the part in your presence.  That isn't a threat; that is a fact.

Sincerely,

   Some kid from class

Screenplay Feature

I got published this week. :)

Read what I wrote here.

Picture

At about 11 pm my neighbor from down the hall came and knocked on my door.  She was tired, had had a long day and still had a lot to do.  Of course, I wanted to help if I could.

10 min later I am standing by the floor lamp with my tank top pushed up and my pants sitting low on my waist so that my neighbor can take a picture of my back for a project that she is working on for her portfolio.

She said the pictures were good, but I still think I look poofy in them.... Maybe I should get back to that whole running thing.

Tired but not sleeping

That simple saying seemed all too true today: 

Good grades,

Social life,

Sleep.

Pick one.

Welcome to college

I am trying to do too much this semester.  Class, work, clubs, friends, boyfriend, sleep... I'm pretty much a zombie right now, so I don't know why I'm writing except perhaps in some vain attempt to put off tomorrow for a little bit longer.  

Alas, I fear the inevitable is already on my doorstep as I run my fingers over the keyboard.  The new day sits outside the door, softly singing, "The moment's no more, it is time to meet the day."