Hi friends,
I stop here for a pause… a time of reflection… a time for sleep. Yes, it’s Sunday evening at 9:00, and I’m going to bed very soon.
Session 1 ended with the sounds of CTY graduation. These sounds do not include pomp and circumstance… No, that would be too easy. The sounds of CTY graduation are those of groans and cries of agony. These sounds all have to do with the History of Disease classes producing their short plays for the entertainment at graduation. This Friday, the students produced one play on the Civil War and medicine…during which many a student lost a fake limb, and then they produced a second called “The story of Typhoid Mary,” which was funny but terribly ’scatological.’
Speaking of the word ’scatology,’ it’s my word for the weekend. This weekend involved much playing of speed scrabble. I must thank Chris for reminding me during the course of the game that without an “e” escatology is something to be ashamed of. However, I must say if your opponent decides to play speed scrabble in Latin half way through the evening, it’s rather intimidating. However, I never lost to someone playing me in Latin….
This weekend also included my first attempt at being “cruise director.” In past years, one member of the staff always to upon themselves the task of planning some weekend activities. I decided to give it a shot. I chose mini-golf for this weekend…1. b/c I like it and 2. b/c I had a free game. My outing was a mixed success. Only 4 people showed up, but they were 4 awefully wonderful people. So I suppose it works out in the end. Next week, I was trying to get people to go to Philly with me to see King Tut, but I guess it might be too expensive b/c nobody seems to want to go.
So today, the new day dawned, and I had to work registration tables at 9:30 am for all the new students coming in. My old students have showered me with love and support, but now my new students are looking at me with a mix of interest and doubt. It should be interesting. My TA, Nate, says that the guys aren’t that interested in archaeology. If that’s the case, why did they take the class?
In the meantime, I haven’t gotten to church today. I didn’t realize how much I would missed it. Even meeting with a group of believers you don’t know is a time of refreshment and worship. Having to work this morning, just left me drained. On the up side, I started reading the book, “Irresistible Revolution.” It’s truly been “irresistible.” That book has literally been hounding my tracks. First, all my house church friends were saying “read it, read it…” Then, I heard about the fire in which the author of the book lost all of his belongs in June. (By the way, go to ‘http://www.thesimpleway.org/’, to donate money to rebuild the old warehouse that was Shane Claiborn’s home and a place for under-priviledged kids to go to after-school programs.) Third, I stopped at a Barnes and Noble for a “potty emergency” (you see scatological topics pop up all over the place), and when I came out of the bathroom, there the book was. There were at least 10 of them on the religion table so I bought one, and now I’m reading it. I’ve finished the first couple of chapters on Mother Teresa, Wheaton College, and Willow Creek, and his sumation of life at Wheaton College is pretty dead on. As for Willow Creek Community Church, it reminds me of an opportunity I had to work with the youth once while at Wheaton, but I didn’t do it b/c I had too much crappy (scatological?) baggage. It’s been kinda a sore point in my soul for a couple years now.
Well, one lives in learns…hopefully. If you have a chance, pray that my health stays good and that I make good decisions and that I show integrity and the love of God. With that good night, good luck, and thanks for all the fish….
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JoeyGirl Says:
July 17th, 2007 at 3:39 pm
Your welcome.
Isn’t it eschatology? So you might have been in trouble anyway, without an H.
Patrick and Micci both beat me in Scrabble the other night, but I regained dominance with a score of 300 on Sunday.
I think you’re wonderful, and I wish I could have gone golfing with you.
Last but not least, I am a bad sister and a horrible person, and if you so wish, I will renounce my throne as pretty, pretty princess of Thursdays because I didn’t call you last night. However, please realize that I would then no longer be the pretty, pretty princess of Thursdays, and that would be a sad, sad thing.
Love you, bear!
jen_archaic Says:
July 18th, 2007 at 1:56 pm
Joey,
Stay the pretty, pretty princess of Thursdays! No one else could fill the role like you.
“Scatology” means dealing with doo-doo. The study of excremate. The conducting experiments with coprolites. The playing with poo.
jen_archaic Says:
July 21st, 2007 at 8:36 am
I just realized that Joanna knew what scatology meant. She was just complaining about my spelling of eschatology. Does anybody have an OED? I think there is an alternative spelling (brittish?) that allows for the spelling without an “h.” I don’t know.
JoeyGirl Says:
July 22nd, 2007 at 10:30 am
Thank you. It asssuages my pride for you to realize that maybe, just maybe, I might know what I’m talking about when it comes to spelling.
759 pages and 6.5 hours later, it is done. I finished the last HP book at 2am. I will say nothing except that she quotes both Aeschylus and the Bible during the course of it, and I appreciate it.
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