Send 'Em to Africa + Chemistry

It's the censored version of the card game Mafia. That's what they call it when you play it at Camp Luz. The "town" goes to sleep for the night, and the "nurse", the "police", the "detective", and the "mafia" try to determine who is saved, who, as "mafia", are killed, who the "mafia" are, and which towns person should be sent to Africa next. Because it's better to be sent to Africa than to be killed. Or the idea of killing people for fun in the game seems pointless, add that fact that it's played, out of boredom, at a Christian camp.

It was at this camp that Zach made the decision to do YES. It was at this Camp that so many people were "Sent to Africa" via the card game. But now he's going for real. He'll be there in two hours.

And he's more than ready.

I just wanted to be the "nurse" and save him from going to Africa.

But there's nothing wrong with Africa. This I know. And going there will only make him better. This I also know. I'm not worried. I'm just saddened by the lack of him here in America.

God was the "mafia". God Sent him to Africa. He's the starting gun, or in this case, the catalyst of the reaction. He was there for the entire reaction. He made it start to happen, and then left the "chemicals" to react as they may.

I'm one of those Spectator ions. I'm part of the reaction, but not in the final precipitate.

I'm okay with that.

Waves of (Now) Ineffective Intimidation

Stress. It's something inevitable, especially if the first word in your title is "college" and the second is "student." But with stress comes feelings of worthlessness and low self-esteem. It brings feelings of discouragement, and thoughts of "why am I really doing this?"

But for me stress brings a feeling of relaxation, that is, once it's over. Once I finish the big project, or the reading, or the exam, and I get a grade I am happy with. This is what I can deal with. I can relax and make sense of it all.

Some things that I am currently studying I did not find relevance in when I first started in the classes. Listed as a Biology major planning on a medical future, with sixty credits to push me through college a little faster than most, I vigorously took two science courses this semester, to total 17-18 credits for my semester.

I figured since I pushed myself in high school with college credits, that I could handle the load plus one or two more classes with flourish. But within the first week of classes, I was struck with a Pocohauntus song, to listen to my heart, and challenged by my own honors class to" learn what I love and love what I learn." At that point, I knew I wasn't loving what I was learning. And I made it through most of the semester without loving the classes.

But I found relevance. In my Honors class, we were required to complete a personal impact project, and I challenged myself with not throwing away trash for two weeks. What I did not expect was that it was going to affect me totally and completely.

All of a sudden, the environment mattered. I'm not even sure how on earth I got there. And when I went to DC for my interview, I was overwhelmed by the thought that being a pacifist was related to environmental studies and these things could be something that I would study in the future.

So Biology started to be relevant, despite the ugly "C" on my midterm, and the stubbornness, in which I refused to study or care, suddenly made me realize that it was relevant. It made a difference in the future options that I might pursue, as it could be a step toward an Environmental Stability endorsement with my (as of right now currently planning to have a) Liberal Arts Major.

And I'm writing a Lab Report for Biology, and it's not that I'm learning that I have a passion in the subject, but that there are things in the environment that people everywhere need to be aware of, and I think that it maybe something that I need to share with the world. Awareness that if we aren't careful, we could accidently transport an invasive species and disrupt the entire ecosystem. Not many Americans know that the government spends $27,000 per second on the military currently. Not many humans in general know that those with homosexual tendencies were born that way, they did not, in fact, chose to be that way.

I was working on my Chemistry Labs so that I can relax during Thanksgiving break, and I was suddenly realizing the relevance of the labs. We were testing the SPF of sunscreens in one, and the amount of caffeine in energy drinks in the other, to see if the labels were actually accurate. Although some of those answers were not clear, it's a statement in itself that we as humans tend to trust the labels that are on things that we consume.

If I go to the store and buy some tomato juice, I trust that it's going to actually be tomato juice, not blood. Or I trust that the Tylenol that I'm taking is only 200 milligrams, not 2000.

So the fact that we are testing it in class makes it more relevant, although, I'm still not sure where the knowledge of nuclear reactions is going to assist me in any environmental studies, although I suppose that if I have to deal with a large amount of nuclear damage, that eventually that would be beneficial.

The other class that I was certain would be easy and almost silly after the first week of classes was Ethics in the Way of Jesus. The professor's teaching method threw me and my friends through a loop and we spent attended class periods coloring pictures and occasionally participating, every time there was an option.

But the readings challenged me. They led to my Personal Impact Project. And living for God through how I live suddenly became physical and environmental. I realized that I wanted to be equal to people with less. So, this class has been the most influencial.

So I'm learned that stress can be overcome with motivation. And apathy can be overcome with relevance. :)

Second Day of Classes

I went to bed early last night. I needed to.

This morning, I had an audition for Chamber Singers. I felt like I did really well. 

There was Chapel today. I sat next to Kayla and we giggled our way through the service. There was a welcoming tunnel afterward. 

I wandering into the Commons in search of my sister, whom I did not find, but instead found the Petition form for being a SGA Senator. I spontaneously decided to do that. I went and got my notebook for my Chemistry class, walked to class, had class, and walked over to the cafeteria, and I got all the signatures that I needed. I met some new people in the process, and learned of some of the issues that I should address. I still need to write my platform, and Michelle from my hall, who is a photography major, and is going to take my picture for the photo that is needed. I'm rather excited. Note to readers: The people still have to vote. The petition just gets me on the ballot. But there has to be at least one freshman, of the thirteen Senators.

I had Biology. That was a sleepy class. The teacher should have handed out the syllabus at the beginning of class but waited way too long. We talked about the biological structure of the H1N1 virus though, and that was interesting.  

I had an hour break. I went back to the dorm and was going to nap, but Eva got locked out of her room, so I hung out with her for the hour. We had a good time just talking.

Then I went to Ethics. Bethany is in my class--she was the girl I stayed with when I visited for the Honors Program. The class is very diverse, different ages, cultures, relationship stati, thus, I feel like it's going to be majorly interesting. I was slightly unsure coming into the class, but I like it. It makes me happy.

I worked out with some girls on my floor--weight lifting. Then we had some hall practice for the variety show (meaning we had to figure out what we were doing.) 

I went to Common Grounds I tried the Groundsbreaker--it's  milkshake with coffee grounds in it. VERY good. We got there right before the line did. Then Grace and I walked back to the dorm and I walked and talked to my sweetie.

Then I read for Ruling Ideas, and Chemistry. Now it's time to tuck in. I'm waking up at seven, and do not need to be pooped for Honors. Again.