Sunday, February 27, 2011

Crossing the Iron Curtain

Sorry for not posting in a seven days. I was insanely busy all week, and then spent the weekend in such a state of relaxation that I didn't feel like posting.

On Tuesday and Thursday last week I had two relatively major papers due. I also had math homework from the week before (when I had two tests) to finish and submit late + my normal math homework + catching up on Spanish homework from the week before + my regular Spanish + research for a mock presidential cabinet in which I'm supposed to be Ronald Kirk, US trade rep. + a human interest thing I was supposed to be working on for the Triangle and an essay about a "cultural experience" for my missions class (which wasn't actually due that week, as it turned out, but I didn't know that).

By Monday night I was feeling so overwhelmed that I decided to write it all down on a piece of paper, which sometimes help me organize myself. In the end I got everything done but the piece for the Triangle––and that had more to do with the story falling through then with me not working on it. 

Saturday morning there was a campus activities fair for potential students who were on campus interviewing for the Presidents scholarship (the biggest academic scholarship Bryan gives out) and I helped out for an hour or two with the booth for the Triangle (or more just stood there as we ended up having more help than we needed).

That afternoon I walked down into Dayton. Without a car, getting off campus feels a little like crossing the iron curtain or something, because it's cut off from Dayton by a four lane highway with no crosswalks. So you have to either cross the highway, which is quite dangerous, or hop over a fence and go under a bridge, which is less dangerous, but adds to my feeling like criminal or refugee or something. Once you actually get there, Dayton is pretty nice to walk around in though, as it's small and rather flat.

This morning I went to Church in Chattanooga with a friend. It was an Anglican church, which I had never been to before. In fact, the only other liturgical church I'd ever been to before was a Catholic Cathedral two Easters ago in Graz, Austria–and they only spoke German. So this morning was a new experience for me. It was actually very good, and I think I shall end this post by commenting on the infinite superiority of of taking communion with real wine.

1 comment:

Halifirien Pilgrim said...

You got to relax this weekend?!!! How is that possible? *turns green*

LOVE the last line.