So it's been a while. About two weeks worth of while. I'm back, though! A lot of stuff has happened between then and now, and I'm pretty much just gonna let that stuff be. A quick summary, however:
- RA training is intense. "Behind Closed Doors" is some of the most intense training I think I'll probably ever go through, unless I decide to join the military, and that's not gonna happen. They have us walk into situations with the bare minimum of information and confront said situation. These situations were colleague conflict, residents drinking, roommate conflict (hate crime), residents drinking/partying, possible rape/sexual assault (bloody scene, let me tell ya), and suicide (all you knew was an alarm clock was going off). Yeah.
- Classes are intense. Well, Neuroscience is intense. Sign language rocks my socks off so much I just wear flip flops. First aid is incredibly easy, and so is Biology. Honors, well, Honors is a buttload of reading, but it's fun reading. I'm learning about Ancient Rome. Heck. Yes.
- My residents are absolutely amazing. Really, I love them all dearly and they make my life happy (for now). My staff, some of the most wonderful people in the world and I am so incredibly grateful to God for allowing me this opportunity and placing me where He did. He definitely knows what He's doing.
Speaking of God. The bullhorn guys have been here. If you know me at all, you know that this pisses me off more than just about anything. They're horrible and they just make Christianity so belligerent and hostile. Which, last time I checked, it isn't. Pretty sure Christ was all about loving people. Pretty sure he was against the Pharisees because they were belligerent hypocrites that talked the talked and flouted the walk. Anyway. I'll stay away from that soapbox, for now. Well, my blood pressure was relatively higher than normal that day because they just aggravate me, I had a Neuroscience test and I had a paper due for Honors. To make things worse, I noticed they've brought their kids with them this time and have the children holding anti-abortion signs (the ones with the aborted babies on them). So I go to class and my Honor's professor, Doug, gives me this grand idea of going and playing with the kid, getting him away from all the confrontation. Brilliant, no? So. I get out of class and I go sit rather peacefully on the steps of the chapel for a few minutes and I notice that my friends Aaron and Andrew are there. They come over, we chat for a bit and we all agree that we want the kid away from all these belligerent people (the students were starting to barrage the kid with questions). Well, we find out what his name is and call him over to come talk to us. His name is Silas, by the way, and he's TEN. So, pray that he realizes that this isn't the way to bring Jesus to the world/the world to Jesus. It was an absolutely amazing opportunity, though. For me. God gave me the chance to take a situation that makes me so incredibly angry and find a better way to deal with, a chance to make it a happy situation and use it for His glory and to show His love instead of my anger. It was wonderful. We asked him just about every question we could possibly think of - favorite food, what animal he would be, if he has a pet, brothers, sisters, what he likes to do, what sports he plays, what his favorite subject and so on. He was adorable and soo polite. Aaron taught him how to make paper airplanes and then they had contests to see whose plane flew the furthest. It was adorable and I'm so glad that God allowed me to be there. And I'm glad that He showed me a way to change my attitude and perspective. What a lesson.
Anyway. That's my happy story for the evening.
My funny story for the evening:
A friend of mine from high school came to see me for a bit this evening. A friend that I'm not very close to at all and that I don't really have a lot of respect for. But that's beside the point, well, actually, it's the end of it. Anyway. We go get coffee and chat for a bit and then he decides to ditch me for his freshmen buddy. Deciding that it doesn't matter if I'm an RA, he proceeds to tell me about how they're gonna go get drunk in this kid's room, which happens to be on campus in a residence hall. Um, hello, we live on a DRY campus in a DRY county and I'M AN RA. He talks to me about this for about ten minutes or so, I remind him that I'm an RA and he was like "Yeah, I know. So?" Well, I walk him to the building, get in, meet this kid that he's drinking with, and find out his name and all the pertinent info. I let 'em go off to his room talking about how they're gonna go get plastered. What they don't know, though, is that I have to report this. It's my JOB. Poor kid, he chose a bad friend who's retarded enough to tell an RA what they're about to do. So, I call the RA on duty and tell them everything I know, we look up the room number and now she's going to keep an eye out for alcohol and such. I figure if he's retarded enough to tell me, I can be mean enough to turn him in. Besides, drinking that much isn't good for you, especially when you're driving to LR a few hours later. Nope, I'm not letting it happen if I can stop it.
I'm working on my life right now, which, considering I'm in college, is probably to be expected. God and I are most definitely working through some issues. I'm reading Wild At Heart throughout these few weeks (yes, I know it's technically for boys, but that's stuff girls need to know, it doesn't work well if only guys know it). And let me tell ya. That book is absolutely amazing and I'm learning all about the stuff I've done wrong and the few things I've done right. I'm also working hard on reading my Bible every day. It's wonderful when I do, but it's so easy to rationalize why I "don't have time." Which is a load of crock. But, yeah. God and I are working on it. I've done some stuff lately that I'm pretty much kicking myself for and wondering where/when that side of me showed up. But it's cool, because now that I know it's there, I can battle it. My self-confidence/self-esteem is goin' up, which is a wonderful feeling and it is so incredibly comforting and empowering to know that God loves me sooo much no matter my mood or what I've done. He still wants me fully and completely and He thinks I am absolutely gorgeous.
Well, I think this is long enough for now. I think I just needed to write. It feels good to pour out my thoughts into something. I've missed it. Life is so beautiful. I love you guys.
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