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| Here's what's been happening with the rock at Cedarville: Truth and Certainty zealots keep writing unnecessarily grating comments, the opposition writes back, and it's been going on ever since they covered the rock with snow. This is what the discourse would sound like in a 3rd grade playground: "You're dumb and wrong"
"That's so mean!"
"...well you're still dumb and wrong!" Intellectual conflict at its best, folks. | | |
| Sponteous overflow beginning:
-I've always tried to avoid cliches. And yet, I feel that the typical English-majory thing to do is to avoid cliches, which is a cliche in itself. And then, in chapel, I began to realize that Solomon's "nothing new under the sun" applies to this. Stop thinking you're super-cool, Dennis. If something happens to be overdone in society/your next-door neighbor's eyes, what really matters is if it matters to you. This can be applied to Christian items. Some techniques/phrases involved in Christianity could very well be cliche: "hedge of protection" "break me" "trust him in the storm," all that great stuff. But we must observe it individually, and if it happens to have substance, then it is just as valid as some allegedly "hipper" terminology, which, of course, will eventually become cliched as well.
-Lit of the American South, and I write this largely for posterity, got me cofuffled, and I liked it. At first, I was a bit frustrated, because I originally felt that our hoity-toity major mates were imposing their superficial opinions on a work that, I think, was not really intended to be studied for style. But by the time class was over, my thoughts turned to the motivations of the authority who canonizes these works. What's going on, guys? Why these authors? Do you think they'll appeal to this contemporary audience? Or have recently uncovered works allowed us to round our historical perspectives out even more than it already was? And who really can be trusted with the relaying of history? Ah, English. Always thinking. And always amazing. -I am clearly feeling Italic this fine moment. -I'm not an evil postmodernist. I simply wish to know the root of authoritative scholastics.
-Let's go home.
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|  Word of advice:
If a certain Jessica LeeAnne Lawrence gives you advice (especially regarding scheduling), take it! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TAKE IT!!!
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| Nearly impossible to describe. I feel both overwhelmed and relaxed, stressed and on top of things. It's these random extra-curriculars. They're not hard, they'll be great on me resume, but they take up random slots of time. But what I can't figure out is if they're hindering any academic progress, because right now I'm actually ahead of schedule! So whatever...I'll probably be able to perfectly relay what this semester is like after I'm finished. TAing is fun. Hey, if you don't capitalize the a, it sounds like a chinese state of being. Taing. Classes are great, thanks to (here comes the plug) Groupwise's delicious calendar. Color coordination and checkboxes de-ulcerize my life, and for that I praise the Jesus. I want to love for all of my life. Love God, love my church, love my (future) wife, love my friends, love my job, love my occasional bouts of everyday problems, even love constipation. I think that if one can love, then one can have joy. Joyless people make me sad (and occasionally angry that they're living in dry, warm shelters while others are happy for a good meal in a dumpster). I am random this evening. Blame the exhaustion. So, how is everyone's semester? | | |
| Yes sir! For Christmas break! By far, no question, the best break of the year. Not just because of Christmas, but also because it's in between semesters, which means NO possible homework opportunities! Yes ma'am! BOO for the Bleck and Decker Smart Wrench! The one year I actually have an inkling of a gift idea for my Dad, and seven-plus stores are out of stock. What the heck! But YAY for the renewed awareness and caution used with the Christmas term. People are getting all out of sorts because we're replacing "holidays" with Christmas, but I think it's better than everyone automatically saying Christmas without truly realizing what the name entails. Now that everyone's super-sensitive about using Christmas, the term has regained its reverence. Yay for political correctness! BOO for TLC's Ten Years Younger. After the 'heart-to-heart' with a hippie-like gentleman concerning his age, the host reveals to him, after having the hippie man stand in a box in front of the general public, that most people thought he was about 57. Turns out, the man is (gasp) 53! "I need to make a change" the hippie man says. Seriously! What the crap! I'm reading like a fiend, and I love it. | | |
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