Tonight I was at Super Target (one of my favorite places), and I bought the latest Chris Tomlin CD.
Wow.
I haven't paid much attention to his music in the past, but that week I spent at camp, we sang one of his songs a lot ("Holy is the Lord"), and I really liked it, so I started paying attention when I heard one of his songs on the radio. Decided to buy the CD, and...wow. It's so worshipful. I love music that brings me into a spirit of worship.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Monday, August 29, 2005
Twos
You know how "they" say that things happens in threes? I myself have often cliche-ishly said, "Third time's a charm!", but ofr my own life, I think things happen in twos. Several years ago I got a speeding ticket on Highway 71 driving home from a weekend at camp. A few months later I got another speeding ticket on Highway 71 driving to camp. I haven't gotten one since. (I just knocked on wood.) Several years ago I dated a guy named Jason. A couple years later I dated another guy named Jason. I have since sworn of dating Jasons. A couple months ago I was in a wreck. I was in another one a couple days ago. I have no intention of ever having another one.
That's why I'm REALLY hoping that my theory of twos is correct.
That's why I'm REALLY hoping that my theory of twos is correct.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Collision, again
I think I need to get a bumper sticker for my car that says: "Please Hit Me!" or "I Love Wrecks!"
Driving to work this morning, I was rear-ended. Fortunately no one was hurt. And the damage to my car is minimal...cosmetic only. His car is a different story. It's not drivable at all. And he doesn't have insurance. Or a driver's licence. And he doesn't speak English. Great start to my day, but I feel like I'm becoming a pro at this whole car-wreck thing.
I'm not so sure that's a good thing.
So...grad school started much more smoothly than I thought. Parking is not going to be a problem at all. Traffic is. Especially getting home. There's so much road work being done in the evenings between San Marcos & Austin that it's really slowing me down. It took me an hour and a half to get home after orientation Tuesday night. Class on Wednesday was good. Because I'm sure I could get super geeky talking about classes, I've decided to chronicle my grad school adventures elsewhere.
Driving to work this morning, I was rear-ended. Fortunately no one was hurt. And the damage to my car is minimal...cosmetic only. His car is a different story. It's not drivable at all. And he doesn't have insurance. Or a driver's licence. And he doesn't speak English. Great start to my day, but I feel like I'm becoming a pro at this whole car-wreck thing.
I'm not so sure that's a good thing.
So...grad school started much more smoothly than I thought. Parking is not going to be a problem at all. Traffic is. Especially getting home. There's so much road work being done in the evenings between San Marcos & Austin that it's really slowing me down. It took me an hour and a half to get home after orientation Tuesday night. Class on Wednesday was good. Because I'm sure I could get super geeky talking about classes, I've decided to chronicle my grad school adventures elsewhere.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Fears
I think I've just about hit panic mode in regards to grad school. I'm not nervous about being in school, about the classroom/homework/papers/ reading part of school.
Well...not so nervous.
I do have these random, ridiculous fears like: what if I'm not smart enough for this, or what if I don't read critically enough and everyone else is finding these super-deeply profound things in the reading and I'm just enjoying the story and how pretty the words sound together, or what if I've forgotten how to write a paper, or any number of similar what ifs.
When I'm being reasonable it's easy to dismiss those fears.
The fears that are not so easy to dismiss are even more ridiculous, like: where am I going to park, what if I can't find a parking place and have to park illegally and then my car gets towed and I have no way to get back to Austin, what if traffic is worse than usual and I'm really, really late to class, what if I don't have enough money to pay for all the gas I'm going to be using driving to and from San Marcos 2 nights a week, how far am I going to have to walk from my parking space (wherever it is) to my classroom, what if I get lost while walking from that illusive parking space to my classroom, what if I get kidnapped or murdered while walking back to my car after class at 9:30 pm, etc. etc. etc.
Most of my fears have to do with parking. It's bad enough trying to find a parking place at Concordia (I didn't find one this morning...I ended up parking on the street a block north of campus). What's it going to be like finding parking on a campus 5000 times bigger than Concordia??? (Panic mode induces extreme exaggeration in me....)
I have orientation tomorrow night. I'm imagining that the only people who will be there are the panicky, uptight people like myself, and people like that just annoy me. (I know, it's a paradox, isn't it?) BUT...people like that usually ask the same questions I'm wondering but haven't gotten around to asking yet, so I'm hoping to get answers to all my parking fears tomorrow.
And then, class starts Wednesday night. I've already started my reading for the first week because I'm afraid (another fear!) of not being prepared for class. I wasn't sure if "First week's reading" in the course description meant what we need to have read by the first night of class, or what we will be reading during the first week of school and need to have read by the second night of class.
School has a tendency to bring out my over-achiever qualities.
Well...not so nervous.
I do have these random, ridiculous fears like: what if I'm not smart enough for this, or what if I don't read critically enough and everyone else is finding these super-deeply profound things in the reading and I'm just enjoying the story and how pretty the words sound together, or what if I've forgotten how to write a paper, or any number of similar what ifs.
When I'm being reasonable it's easy to dismiss those fears.
The fears that are not so easy to dismiss are even more ridiculous, like: where am I going to park, what if I can't find a parking place and have to park illegally and then my car gets towed and I have no way to get back to Austin, what if traffic is worse than usual and I'm really, really late to class, what if I don't have enough money to pay for all the gas I'm going to be using driving to and from San Marcos 2 nights a week, how far am I going to have to walk from my parking space (wherever it is) to my classroom, what if I get lost while walking from that illusive parking space to my classroom, what if I get kidnapped or murdered while walking back to my car after class at 9:30 pm, etc. etc. etc.
Most of my fears have to do with parking. It's bad enough trying to find a parking place at Concordia (I didn't find one this morning...I ended up parking on the street a block north of campus). What's it going to be like finding parking on a campus 5000 times bigger than Concordia??? (Panic mode induces extreme exaggeration in me....)
I have orientation tomorrow night. I'm imagining that the only people who will be there are the panicky, uptight people like myself, and people like that just annoy me. (I know, it's a paradox, isn't it?) BUT...people like that usually ask the same questions I'm wondering but haven't gotten around to asking yet, so I'm hoping to get answers to all my parking fears tomorrow.
And then, class starts Wednesday night. I've already started my reading for the first week because I'm afraid (another fear!) of not being prepared for class. I wasn't sure if "First week's reading" in the course description meant what we need to have read by the first night of class, or what we will be reading during the first week of school and need to have read by the second night of class.
School has a tendency to bring out my over-achiever qualities.
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
For some reason this quote/saying from camp/Concordia days came back to me over the weekend: "All women are evil temptresses."
I don't remember who it originated with, but Dave Moerbe's use of it led to my being known among the daycampers as "Evil Sherrah". I don't think the 7 & 8 year olds quite understood what temptress meant, which is probably a good thing....
I don't remember who it originated with, but Dave Moerbe's use of it led to my being known among the daycampers as "Evil Sherrah". I don't think the 7 & 8 year olds quite understood what temptress meant, which is probably a good thing....
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