So, talking at The Gathering went really well. It was my first time preaching to an English-speaking people, and it was SO fun. I wanna do it again sometime. The video should be up next week and I can't wait to watch. People were laughing for most of it, until I got real and serious, and everyone thought it went well. The best compliment I received on it was that it was just like getting coffee with me. Gotta be more real than I instinctively am if I wanna reach people.
At the insistance of my flatmates, I began watching the show Dexter again. I had dropped it since freshman year due to the nudity in it, but since then I have both learned to skip scenes and to keep from turning nudity into an automatic sexual thing in my mind. Working in Ugandan hospitals helped that. So it isn't really so much the content of the show that is a problem, but rather, that each episode is around 50 minutes long, and that they have cliffhangers at the end of each one, so that you must continue watching. There is a reason why tv has been rooted out of my schedule (except for Doctor Who and Community). It keeps me from being this wonderfully new disciplined me that I've been loving. I've moved my average science grades up a letter or two and am loving it. I'm kinda scared of the mystery that is my future, but I know that if I stay fit and healthy and work hard like I have been, and keep God at the focus, I can make it.
So basically, I need to stop watching Dexter, because it does take over. This, of course, is made difficult by the fact that the writers for the show are very good.
Books are my friends. Those and friends. I need to remember that both of those are important.
I found out today that I'll have to take 15 hours of science courses next semester in order to graduate. I thought this strange at first. I really only thought I had two more classes left, adding to a total of seven hours, but no, I will have to take 15 hours, and it will be a full 18 if I attempt to take French II as well (probably unwise). The reason I have to take so many hours, I discovered, is that I took 16 hours of classes last semester for my major that don't actually count for my major. I switched the emphasis on my degree in order to avoid taking Genetics with the evil professor, which meant that two semesters of Physics and Organic Chemistry were both entirely for med school in the future, and do nothing to help me graduate. SUCKS.
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