Just your Ordinary Monday

It started with my inability to sleep.

Our team had been working for the past 7 hours on our paper/presentation. Naturally, I found myself exhausted yet sleepless. It was approaching 2 A.M. which meant that I had to get up in approximately 3 hours. When the alarm clock rang my eyes decided to go on strike. I prayed and fell asleep while praying. Thankfully I actually had the composure to stand and get the day started.

The presentation went well. I'm not sure why but I have this innate gifting of speech. I didn't even practice and had the entire classroom completely captured on my every word within 30 seconds. I hope I don't pervert this ability if it really is a gift that I have. Everyone else presented after me and did a good job. The best part is that everything is over. All the hard work finally paid off.

Oh and I tried arguing with the teacher after class to raise our group grade. We had a 90 and I was pushing for a 92. She gave some lame excuse about how she weighted our performance on the last year of our simulation. I argued that since that was a subjective call, perhaps she should consider the performance of our company relative to the entire simulation. I was winning the debate when she got so frustrated that she explicitly said, "do not argue with me anymore." Why did she have to play that card?

I had lunch with my friend Jo today. I like lunches with Jo. Our conversations often include many awkward moments that we both find hilarious. What more, we actually talk about things like Jesus and life...two of my favorite topics to talk about! It's a shame I don't lunch with Jo more often. Oh well.

Other parts during the day included my bathroom discovery. You see, unlike many others, I actually love looking at all the different things people write on the walls of bathrooms. It's often a little dialogue between many different people who were using the very same toilet just at different times in life. While some would consider these senseless writings nothing more than utter graffiti (i.e. School sux!!, 'I did Sally right in the ***'), I consider them eccentric artforms.
One in particular caught my attention today. It had GSU written across. Initially I was like, "oh wow...people actually have school spirit here?" But as I continued to read, I found that under GSU someone put "God Saves Us". What a masterpiece. It's tragic that I didn't take a picture of it.

Later on in the night I got to practice being a serving nobody. I love volunteering and one of the places I volunteer is the living room. Tonight I helped set up the lights like I normally do. Yet everything just got done. No special compliments today. Not even any acknowledgment. Just simple working (read: serving) and getting no credit for it. Sounds just about perfect to me.

I did get called on specifically though. Not because of my elite cord wrapping ability, but due to my graduation eligibility. I stood with all the other prospective graduates and we were prayed over. I usually stand at the very back of the room in order to slowly blend in with the curtain. But as we started to pray I felt hands touching me. Then more hands. People were actually traveling across the room to pray for me. I was touched. It's like they cared or something. I felt really loved. It was weird and I really liked it.

Then, to end the day on a high note, I found a letter from the IRS waiting for me when I got home. Apparently I owe them $150 more on top of the $50 that they already obligated me to pay prior to April 15. Oh joy.

Now, more than 15 minutes into the 'new' day, I find myself thinking about Glorie. Not really bothered about our lack of a romance anymore. Just kind of want to know how my friend is doing. How much she's learning. Just laugh with her again would be ideal. Then just let her know that I still pray faithfully for her and for her to be always confident in the support that she receives.

But she's probably sleeping now. And I'm probably not going to talk with her so long as I have the equivalent image rating to that of a ravenous wolf. But, to be honest, I receive that. And I find myself still believing that one day, when the timing is most precise, our paths will cross again.

Perhaps that day will be more eventful than this one.