It looks like my blogs are turning into weekly ones. My apologies. Monday was a Monday, if I remember correctly, which means that I don't have much news from my morning classes. However, I was put in charge of the lesson for the Connect Class, so I talked about making plans, which I had been wanting to share in there for quite awhile. That went well, and with Alyssa P. there to be the mean one, I got to stay polite while she bossed the class around and got angry at them for acting their age. That night, I went to sleep at around eight, which was a pretty healthy choice.
I woke up at 5:00 AM to find a text from Bekah asking when early morning prayer is (she had sent it a few minutes after I had fallen asleep the previous evening). This reminded me to go, so go I did, and God showed me something cool about Mattew 10:9 (I think). Jesus is eating with the tax collectors and sinners, but he's also got all of his disciples there. This is how he reached out. He had his group of friends, and they mixed with another one over a meal and just hanging out. Anyway, I remembered on my way to school that I had devotions, and I whipped that lesson out, and it was a good save. That evening, I had Prototype. I asked Caleb all kinds of questions, all that have been asked to me and that I have been asking (one of which was ghosts). Prototype is always stinkin' awesome.
Wednesday, I had a bit of a late start. My main problem was that I fell asleep at 7:15 AM, with the intention of waking up ten minutes later. Unfortunately, I woke up three and a half hours later, which got me zeros for participation in my first three classes. That stank. But what was left of school was fine, and Paradigm was rockin'. One of the guys from the Connect Class, Tanner, came to Paradigm. He was one of the guys questioning a lot, so I was really happy to see him there.
Thursday, I looked good. Just sayin'. I went home after school, slept till around 6:30 PM, then took off for CFNI, where I met up with some bros from the ghetto ovah deya, and we carpooled to Trish's house in A-town, where we watched The Office. Watch was all we did, however, 'cause everyone was talking too much to hear anything from the episode. It did make me dream about ethics that night, though. We followed up that episode of The Office with some political SNL and Surf's Up. Both were adequate. No more, no less.
Friday was a day for the ages. Priscilla, mom, and I, up bright and early, drove over to the Baylor Oral Surgery place. It wasn't long before I was strapped down (he said that it wasn't to hold me down, but who knows), and he had stabbed me a few times trying to get his anesthesia in me. He was successful in his endeavors, or so I assume, for the next time I awoke, I was being helped out of my chair, and to the door. Something was apparently amiss, as the doctor told me awhile later, for my face had gone terribly green and pale, so they stabbed me with another iv and had me chug some fluids through my arm. It was delicious. We all headed home, me half-asleep and throwing up a lil' blood (not much, don't worry) into a lil' vomit-holder. We soon arrived home, and I went to sleep, waking up only to eat a lil' something, drink a milkshake, or make a video.
Saturday, having been off the drugs since the evening before, I aspired to go to Tynan Barlow's birthday party. Unfortunately, the only other people there were geeky homeschoolers, and, however drugged up I had been, I couldn't endure talk about which NES game was the best video game of all time. So I texted Jake, and he told me to come over (he lives next-door). I hung out with him and his cousin Eli until midafternoon, at which point I was invited to go to the Heath Homecoming Dance. I was glad to, partially for myself, partially for my sister, who would be at this dance, and be even more drugged up than I (she with hydrocodine, me with ibuprofen). It was a fun dance, and we broke up a few grind trains by shaking our fingers and singing, "Inappropriate, inappropriate". However, I went home and crashed, and was in a terrible fit of pain, for, as some of you may know, doing things the day after surgery makes your face hurt like crap.
When I got to church today, everyone laughed at how my face looked like a chipmunk. Trish, particularly, could not go one second without laughing at me, and she was around me for many a second. I talked to Shayna about small groups, and we both didn't feel like we should talk about the "Empty Seat", which was our planned discussion. We instead decided to talk about that verse that God had shared with me earlier in the week. I went home from there, ate Ramen (my primary sustenance at the moment), and napped. When I got to small groups, I told Shayna that I thought that God wanted us to keep on with the "Empty Seat" thing, and I explained how it could tie in with the discussion. This finished, our small group played some English game, which turned into freeze tag, then we ate some ice cream sandwiches, and, finally, had our discussion. Molly Howard is proving to be one of the more outgoing of the group, and the only guy tonight, Sam, proved to be exceptional at distracting himself. After small groups, I went home, did some work, took mo' ibuprofen, and am now getting ready for bed. This week is homecoming week. I'm dressing as a frog who needs a kiss to turn into a prince. I'll be asking for kisses all day tomorrow. Wish me luck!
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Sunday, October 12, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Senior Trip Runs Into Difficulties
Lets see if my memory can be jogged (sounds funny). Wednesday, I went to church (surprise, right?) and Pastor Nick asked me to film some parts of the service, so that's what I did the whole time. I also talked to Alex about the note I had written, and he admitted that he was out of line, and apologized. It was a late night, due to homework and things, but this is also typical of a wednesday night. The following day, if I remember correctly, I went home and slept for most of the day. It was a good day.
Friday, I bought my Government class doughnuts, simply 'cause I like it when we get to do special things, and this seemed special to me. We watched McCain's intro video and part of his speech. It was a wee bit annoying though, 'cause Mrs. Williams made assigned seating, and she, naturally, stuck the loudest and most obnoxious guy next to me, who explained to Mrs. Williams why the crowd was reacting during the speech, and he explained it loud enough that we couldn't hear the video. Since all of us ignore what he says, it ended up just being a blur of annoying sounds. I have a lot of patience with junior highers, because they're so young, but Caleob Taramona has no excuse. When I think of him, I think of a giant, flabby mouth. Mrs. Williams found the perfect person to put him next to, though, 'cause I disagree with almost everything he says. Jessica Rapascz (or however you spell it) came back from A&M to visit that day, so we talked for awhile, and she told me about the college life, and how you have to swear or they'll make you do push-ups. I told her that if I went, I simply wouldn't do it. I introduced to a few other seniors our idea of going to South Padre, and they seemed excited. Tyler was particularly excited about the prospect of boozing it up, but the rest of us were very much against such an idea. Later that night (nothing important enough for me to remember transpired in the afternoon), I decided that I wanted to go out and do something on a friday night. Since no good movies had come out in a month, and wouldn't for another two weeks, the only idea I had was to go to the Harbor. I texted some people, but they couldn't make it, so I went by myself and stared across the water, where some automobile was on fire, and the flames were great. I texted with Michelle the whole time (she was one of the people that I had not texted to invite), discussing various subjects. As I was leaving, I was asked if I had just broken up with my girlfriend, 'cause I was at the Harbor alone. I made a stupid answer then went home. Sitting and thinking for an hour and a half does clear your head quite a bit.
Saturday, Hurricane Ivan was tearing into our 'omes and everything we own. It stole my wallet, raised gas prices, and put Obama in the lead. I played Canasta with my mom for hours that evening, and found out from my sister that Lance Watson is leading Lauren Watson's discipleship group, 'cause Lauren has baby problems. I found this to be bad.
Sunday, I woke up (fancy that). I went to Sunday School, where Mr. Grice was teaching on his answersingenesis.com stuff, which was pretty good. He said that it answered any question you had about the Bible or anything. I looked it up and it didn't, but it did have answers for things in terms of defending your faith. Just not in-depth stuff. We had our SL meeting next, where a bunch of people bragged on me, but Cassie helped by disagreeing with them on every point, allowing me to look back at her with teary-eyed smiles, saying how funny she was. I went out to eat with Brett and Caleb (I forgot his last name, but he's younger and supposedly more annoying) at Joe Willy's, and that was a barrel of fun (more like a small canister, really). Then I went home and (SURPRISE) napped till the media meeting. Andrew had a real group that night, which he seemed surprised at, so we felt like we should undertake something larger. And undertake we did. We made a handy lil' music video. I can't judge it yet, but it didn't look like it met my incredibly, massively high standards. That night, I was up till 2:30-3:00 AM doing homework. During this time, I talked to a certain Sarah, and we talked through the problems she's having at school, and I came to the conclusion that if she was doing everything right and people still treated her like dirt, then there was only one solution. Take joy in it. be encouraged by it. James 1:2. I forgot to mention that I had forgotten both my Bible and my bandanna at school during the weekend, so if I don't sound as godly, that's why.
Today, I found out that it was my day for devotions. Fortunately, I still remembered James 1:2 and talked about that. Government was alright, but Mr. Taramona still annoys the (something...) out of me. I went to the office to get my honors class dropped, and Mrs. Horan reminded me of how I was neck-in-neck with Tyler, and my work load didn't seem like too much. So I felt guilty for dropping that class after that. I went to lunch, and Miss E suspected that I had ratted her out on her religious beliefs to Mr. Harber, but I denied this. Then, in Pre-Cal, she said to the class that I believed that she was going to Hell. I was quiet for the rest of the class, and struggled with trying to give it all over to God, but I kinda wanted to hold onto some of what I was feeling, 'cause Miss E was rejecting God, and I just felt that rejection, and I started to think that that's what Jesus must have felt. Anyway, I let go of it in Roots class (or at least made a good effort at it), then I had a study hall. It was fun, 'cause I was in the same room as the foreign exchange students, and their class was mostly English pronounciation, and I felt pretty advanced about it all. I had found out at lunch that Newman wouldn't be able to go on the senior trip, 'cause his dad found out that it was a party island. So I talked with Jordan, and we were thinking, why don't we make this ministry-focused? What if we went there, not out to fight temptation, but to fight back with evangelism? We'll see how that goes. Next, I had the Connect class, but today, the real teacher, Mr. Pryor, was there. I loved what he did. The whole class, all he did was question their religious beliefs, bring up verses that, in effect, could bring them to question what they believed about God. I talked to him afterwards, and now I'm pretty dern excited about all of it. For one thing, when he was doing this, I felt like I knew most of the answers for why I believed what I believed, and some of them were tricky. Everyone left the class questioning what they had been told by parents and sunday school, since Mr. Pryor would be waiting until next week to actually teach what was correct. I got home and, after eating a cookie with a Reeses cup in the middle (my mom learned from a friend), I slept for many hours, awaking to texts and blogs.
Friday, I bought my Government class doughnuts, simply 'cause I like it when we get to do special things, and this seemed special to me. We watched McCain's intro video and part of his speech. It was a wee bit annoying though, 'cause Mrs. Williams made assigned seating, and she, naturally, stuck the loudest and most obnoxious guy next to me, who explained to Mrs. Williams why the crowd was reacting during the speech, and he explained it loud enough that we couldn't hear the video. Since all of us ignore what he says, it ended up just being a blur of annoying sounds. I have a lot of patience with junior highers, because they're so young, but Caleob Taramona has no excuse. When I think of him, I think of a giant, flabby mouth. Mrs. Williams found the perfect person to put him next to, though, 'cause I disagree with almost everything he says. Jessica Rapascz (or however you spell it) came back from A&M to visit that day, so we talked for awhile, and she told me about the college life, and how you have to swear or they'll make you do push-ups. I told her that if I went, I simply wouldn't do it. I introduced to a few other seniors our idea of going to South Padre, and they seemed excited. Tyler was particularly excited about the prospect of boozing it up, but the rest of us were very much against such an idea. Later that night (nothing important enough for me to remember transpired in the afternoon), I decided that I wanted to go out and do something on a friday night. Since no good movies had come out in a month, and wouldn't for another two weeks, the only idea I had was to go to the Harbor. I texted some people, but they couldn't make it, so I went by myself and stared across the water, where some automobile was on fire, and the flames were great. I texted with Michelle the whole time (she was one of the people that I had not texted to invite), discussing various subjects. As I was leaving, I was asked if I had just broken up with my girlfriend, 'cause I was at the Harbor alone. I made a stupid answer then went home. Sitting and thinking for an hour and a half does clear your head quite a bit.
Saturday, Hurricane Ivan was tearing into our 'omes and everything we own. It stole my wallet, raised gas prices, and put Obama in the lead. I played Canasta with my mom for hours that evening, and found out from my sister that Lance Watson is leading Lauren Watson's discipleship group, 'cause Lauren has baby problems. I found this to be bad.
Sunday, I woke up (fancy that). I went to Sunday School, where Mr. Grice was teaching on his answersingenesis.com stuff, which was pretty good. He said that it answered any question you had about the Bible or anything. I looked it up and it didn't, but it did have answers for things in terms of defending your faith. Just not in-depth stuff. We had our SL meeting next, where a bunch of people bragged on me, but Cassie helped by disagreeing with them on every point, allowing me to look back at her with teary-eyed smiles, saying how funny she was. I went out to eat with Brett and Caleb (I forgot his last name, but he's younger and supposedly more annoying) at Joe Willy's, and that was a barrel of fun (more like a small canister, really). Then I went home and (SURPRISE) napped till the media meeting. Andrew had a real group that night, which he seemed surprised at, so we felt like we should undertake something larger. And undertake we did. We made a handy lil' music video. I can't judge it yet, but it didn't look like it met my incredibly, massively high standards. That night, I was up till 2:30-3:00 AM doing homework. During this time, I talked to a certain Sarah, and we talked through the problems she's having at school, and I came to the conclusion that if she was doing everything right and people still treated her like dirt, then there was only one solution. Take joy in it. be encouraged by it. James 1:2. I forgot to mention that I had forgotten both my Bible and my bandanna at school during the weekend, so if I don't sound as godly, that's why.
Today, I found out that it was my day for devotions. Fortunately, I still remembered James 1:2 and talked about that. Government was alright, but Mr. Taramona still annoys the (something...) out of me. I went to the office to get my honors class dropped, and Mrs. Horan reminded me of how I was neck-in-neck with Tyler, and my work load didn't seem like too much. So I felt guilty for dropping that class after that. I went to lunch, and Miss E suspected that I had ratted her out on her religious beliefs to Mr. Harber, but I denied this. Then, in Pre-Cal, she said to the class that I believed that she was going to Hell. I was quiet for the rest of the class, and struggled with trying to give it all over to God, but I kinda wanted to hold onto some of what I was feeling, 'cause Miss E was rejecting God, and I just felt that rejection, and I started to think that that's what Jesus must have felt. Anyway, I let go of it in Roots class (or at least made a good effort at it), then I had a study hall. It was fun, 'cause I was in the same room as the foreign exchange students, and their class was mostly English pronounciation, and I felt pretty advanced about it all. I had found out at lunch that Newman wouldn't be able to go on the senior trip, 'cause his dad found out that it was a party island. So I talked with Jordan, and we were thinking, why don't we make this ministry-focused? What if we went there, not out to fight temptation, but to fight back with evangelism? We'll see how that goes. Next, I had the Connect class, but today, the real teacher, Mr. Pryor, was there. I loved what he did. The whole class, all he did was question their religious beliefs, bring up verses that, in effect, could bring them to question what they believed about God. I talked to him afterwards, and now I'm pretty dern excited about all of it. For one thing, when he was doing this, I felt like I knew most of the answers for why I believed what I believed, and some of them were tricky. Everyone left the class questioning what they had been told by parents and sunday school, since Mr. Pryor would be waiting until next week to actually teach what was correct. I got home and, after eating a cookie with a Reeses cup in the middle (my mom learned from a friend), I slept for many hours, awaking to texts and blogs.
Monday, September 8, 2008
One Thing Brightens The Bleak
Thursday, I went to Prototype, where Caleb bought me Starbucks, which kept me awake through the day. I talked to him about our senior trip to South Padre Island, where he had gone with a group of guys once, so he was able to tell me all about the island. Following that, I saw a truck that was on fire. It was pretty blazin' hot. Then I went to The Harbor, 'cause my dad and sister were there, and that, in my mind, means a free meal. So, needless to say, I ate some delicious Ruby Tuesdays that night.
Friday, I told Jordan, Paco, and Newman about the senior trip, and they were all excited about it. After school, I went over to the McDonalds' house, where Paco and Hiro (the Japanese foreign exchange student) were staying, and spent most of the day hanging out over there. When it got to be later in the night, I took Hiro to my house so I could get some clothes, then we picked Jordan up from work and headed to his house. I introduced Hiro to the Wii and all three of us just hung out and had fun that night and on into the afternoon the next day.
Saturday, after leaving Jordan's house, I went back home, and, despite having slept till 11:30 AM, I felt dead tired, so I slept through the evening until church the next morning.
Sunday, I went to church a lil' late, but that was alright, 'cause it was rally day. Popcorn for the kids in Children's Church was delicious. Following church, I went with Rugged Texas Landscape (Andrew when he has a sparse beard) to lunch with a few other people at Buffet City, then to Rugged Texas Landscape's house to watch some deleted scenes from The Office. From there, we went to play tennis in Royse City, then to get Italian ice. That tasted good, but made my teeth look like crap. I went to Rally Night, where some student leaders came with me, and we demanded for Pastor Nick to tell us who would be leading small groups, but he just told us to email him who we would like to be partnered with for it. I did so.
Today, Monday, marked my first horrible, horrible, horrible grade. The Physics test wasn't too bad, and time flew by while I took it. When I went to eat lunch at Jack's, the Black Hole group, most of which I had seen changed at YFN, spent the entire time making fun of female teachers' "accessories". It made me feel terribly uncomfortable, and maybe I should have walked out, but I wanted to wait and see one of them changing the subject and simply stop talking about it. But no such fortune was mine today. The talk just got more and more dirty, and as I went back to the school, I just felt horrible for what I had heard. I wrote Alex a note the next period, since he's the one who had confided in my during YFN, and I had poured into him, so I figured that I owed him that. I need to ask God whether to do similar for Rush. That put a damper on the next two periods. First thing in Civil War class, Mr. Beaumont passed out quizes on the first chapter of the book for the class, and, since none of us had read it, we all failed. I failed miserably. I doubt if I can even get an A in that class, and it's an Honors class. But I gave it to God right then, so it couldn't fester and open a doorway, 'cause it totally would. But it woke me up to the fact that I need to be dead serious about school. I'm glad that I gave that to God right then, 'cause the next class was the Connect class. The teacher didn't show, so, after spending half of the period playing hangman with Bible verses, I taught on the next section in the little booklet. It was good. Those guys totally wanna have a serious relationship with God.
Friday, I told Jordan, Paco, and Newman about the senior trip, and they were all excited about it. After school, I went over to the McDonalds' house, where Paco and Hiro (the Japanese foreign exchange student) were staying, and spent most of the day hanging out over there. When it got to be later in the night, I took Hiro to my house so I could get some clothes, then we picked Jordan up from work and headed to his house. I introduced Hiro to the Wii and all three of us just hung out and had fun that night and on into the afternoon the next day.
Saturday, after leaving Jordan's house, I went back home, and, despite having slept till 11:30 AM, I felt dead tired, so I slept through the evening until church the next morning.
Sunday, I went to church a lil' late, but that was alright, 'cause it was rally day. Popcorn for the kids in Children's Church was delicious. Following church, I went with Rugged Texas Landscape (Andrew when he has a sparse beard) to lunch with a few other people at Buffet City, then to Rugged Texas Landscape's house to watch some deleted scenes from The Office. From there, we went to play tennis in Royse City, then to get Italian ice. That tasted good, but made my teeth look like crap. I went to Rally Night, where some student leaders came with me, and we demanded for Pastor Nick to tell us who would be leading small groups, but he just told us to email him who we would like to be partnered with for it. I did so.
Today, Monday, marked my first horrible, horrible, horrible grade. The Physics test wasn't too bad, and time flew by while I took it. When I went to eat lunch at Jack's, the Black Hole group, most of which I had seen changed at YFN, spent the entire time making fun of female teachers' "accessories". It made me feel terribly uncomfortable, and maybe I should have walked out, but I wanted to wait and see one of them changing the subject and simply stop talking about it. But no such fortune was mine today. The talk just got more and more dirty, and as I went back to the school, I just felt horrible for what I had heard. I wrote Alex a note the next period, since he's the one who had confided in my during YFN, and I had poured into him, so I figured that I owed him that. I need to ask God whether to do similar for Rush. That put a damper on the next two periods. First thing in Civil War class, Mr. Beaumont passed out quizes on the first chapter of the book for the class, and, since none of us had read it, we all failed. I failed miserably. I doubt if I can even get an A in that class, and it's an Honors class. But I gave it to God right then, so it couldn't fester and open a doorway, 'cause it totally would. But it woke me up to the fact that I need to be dead serious about school. I'm glad that I gave that to God right then, 'cause the next class was the Connect class. The teacher didn't show, so, after spending half of the period playing hangman with Bible verses, I taught on the next section in the little booklet. It was good. Those guys totally wanna have a serious relationship with God.
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