Happy Groundhog Day... Eve

You came back! Thank you!

I really do appreciate you taking the time out of your day to peer through this window to my life. Without you, I'd just be spewing nonsense into cyberspace, blindly assuming that it will be received. So thanks for giving my keyboard-happy fingers some direction and purpose. I'll try to keep the view exciting.

Well, I write to you now at the conclusion of J-Term break. Four days ago, I watched a mass exodus of my peers departing these hallowed halls of education for home-cooked meals, a few days of rest and recuperation, and an enviable change of scenery. BUT, a part of me was actually looking forward to some solitude and rest, and in hindsight I can see why. They say time flies when you're having fun (who are "they" anyways?), so the fact that the return of the masses came way sooner than expected probably means I was having fun. In fact, a few of my stranded comrades and I were remarking that we aren't really too eager for everybody to get back.

I'm sure you're dying to discover how 4 days of virtual isolation and time to kill were spent, so I'll tell you. First off, I got to know myself a little better over this break: one, I really do love time to myself, free of distractions and noise, and two, I'm better organized than I thought I was. Within a few hours of everyone's departure, I had already made a list of things I wanted to get done, mentally mapping out how much time I would actually have to accomplish these tasks. As it turned out, I didn't really have very much free time. Thursday and Friday were pretty much the same: swimming practice from 10-12, a few free hours in the afternoon, dinner and team party/hang-outs in the evening. (In case you forgot, the reason I stayed here was for the swim meet on Saturday.)

The remainder of my time was spent talking to my lovely lady, recording/listening to music, reading a little, writing a little, studying a little Spanish. I hadn't really given much thought to the meet on Saturday until dinner on Friday, when the assistant coach's personal pep-talk got me thinking that I really could qualify for the regional meet in two weeks -- Mid Atlantic Conference (MACs). So, a slight body shave and tons of nerves later, I was ready for the meet. And wouldn't ya know it!? I made the cut! Ha! I shaved (literally) 1.5 seconds off my 50-yard freestyle time to a lean 24.1 seconds, making the qualifying time by 0.3 seconds.

So there you have it! Though I'm a long shot from winning anything at MACs, at least I can say that I was good enough to go. It will, unfortunately, extend my season another two weeks and continue to absorb lots of time and energy, but I'm actually okay with that. Work doesn't start up again for a couple more weeks, so aside from a whole new batch of classes, things will carry on as normal.

Speaking of classes, I'm pretty excited to start fresh. This might sound sort of dumb, but I almost don't even remember how I balanced work from 5 classes last semester after focusing so intently on just one for the past three weeks. But I'm sure I'll figure it out again. I'm taking:

Mon, Wed, Friday: start @ 9, end @ 12:30 (amaazing!)
- Spanish 102 (yikes!! :| )
- Intro to Philosophy (*strokes no-longer-existent beard..)
- Created and Called for Community (a mandatory Messiah course)
Tues, Thurs
- Magazine Writing (challenging but rewarding!)
- Problem Solving with Computers (get my math credit, and finally learn how to use Excel!)

So that is that. People are trickling in now, and the noise is already starting to bug me. Ha.. I feel like a grouchy old hermit; maybe I should open the door and welcome people home now. Yeah.. I'll go do that.

Oh! But before I do, I wanted to give some mention to church this morning. Two friends of mine still here for break (Andrew and Tyler) decided to drag our weary bodies out of bed for church after a foolishly late night watching Shawshank Redemption. But I'm really glad we did! We weren't sure if the church buses would be coming, seeing as the school was out of session and everything, but we figured it was worth a try. Shortly after 10, and just before we lost hope, the CLA bus pulled up. The service was excellent, as expected, and the message was one of the best I've heard there. To put it bluntly (as Pastor Wayde did not hesitate to do) the new series is all about sex -- defending virginity, sexual sins, sexual predators, etc.

At first there was plenty of awkward laughter rippling throughout the 1,000+ person congregation, but that gradually subsided as the subject matter got a little heavier. Ha but there was an elderly lady behind me who clucked her way through the service with plenty of "Oh!"s and "Ha!"s. The message, entitled In Defense of Virginity, was compelling to say the least. The service ended on a more subdued note as we were reminded of God's forgiveness around Communion and the hope that we can find even when we must live forever with the consequences of our actions.

Reasons for staying pure (emotional bondage, diseases, quality of future marriage) were coupled with powerful anecdotes like this one:
Said the girl being harassed for her virginity, "I can become like you whenever I want, but you can never become like me."

Tip of the Day: Save sex for marriage.

Anyways, thanks again for your prayers. There will be a lot of major changes in the next few days, so I really appreciate all your continued support.

Love squared,
jmb

Galatians 6: 9-10