I am so not physical. It did not take Sunday to show me that, but it was definitely an affirmation of the fact that the touchy-feely type expressions of greeting and/or affection are just SO NOT my thing. Sunday I attended a church that, though it does not call itself this, would best be described as "charismatic." To sum up the experience: I was hugged, pet, blessed by laying of hands, and tugged around by my hand for two-and-a-half hours straight. And though these people were all very well-meaning, one insightful, searching glance at my face would probably have revealed my high level of discomfort with all this touching. :S But I suppose I should just accept that not all experiences are supposed to be comfortable, and leave it at that.
So yesterday I officially made an enemy out of my English professor. And I am doubly chagrined to say that it was sort of on purpose. It was just one of those situations where I just COULD NOT hold my tongue, at least in good conscience. Typically, in almost all situations I am a fly-under-the-radar type person, but the ONE THING that really goads me into action is when I see someone trying to make someone else feel stupid. That is this prof's main hobby, I am convinced. What else is there to do, besides butt in and make an enemy out of a prof that will eventually have the power to make a huge impact on your gpa? (Hmmm...the first stirrings of regret and anxiety are beginning to appear....perhaps this plan was not well thought out after all...) :S
Hehe. Tons of stuff to do this week...not in the least of which is trying my ABSOLUTE HARDEST to get my butt home this weekend for Megan's 15th birthday celebration. After much deliberation I've decided it's stupid to let a little gas money, loss of study time (etc.) make me miss my lil sister's birthday. Someday I'll probably live like seven hours away. Then, MAYBE I'll have a good excuse. For now, it's time to do some amazing responsibilities/schedule juggling and go home.
So one of my profs was telling us the other day that the difference between reality and fiction is that while fiction has plot, our lives have no plot. Any plot that appears in our lives is plot that we isolate, or simply create. I've decided that this is one of my great gifts (possibly even my superpower): finding plot in the otherwise randomness that is my life. :D
2 comments:
Hmmm, not so good about being enemies with the prof, but it's nice that you are sticking up for people. Just have to trust that God will work it all out in the end.
Yay for you coming home this weekend for Meg's bday! That's awesome. :)
I totally agree! your superpower is definitely finding and retelling (in some dramatic way) the plot in your life. I think that that is one of the first things I started to miss about you. I know it's the first thing everyone had to verbally remind me about:-D believe me, you are missed and loved- by the best people around.
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