Elf Log 005
4 years ago
9:52 a.m.
Cozy in my canopy bed, I hear my familiar "Victory!" ringtone. Puzzled, I fumble around my bed to grab it, open it up, and see that my friend Elisabeth is calling me. I didn't answer because at that moment it dawned on me the huge possibility that I had overslept and was late to Pride rehearsal. Sure enough, it was 9:52 a.m. 9:52?!?!?!?!? I fell out of bed, grabbed my Pride attire (which I thankfully set out the night before, woke up my roommates with the ruckus, and dashed next door to see if Felicia was awake. Seeing her door open, I was shocked that she hadn't performed the usual game-day ritual of whoever-is-up-first-call-the-other-person. As we saw each other, she yelled "I just woke up too!!!!"
AHHHH!
I don't think I'd ever gotten dressed that quickly. With not a look in the mirror or having brushed my teeth, I grabbed my jacket and clarinet, and Felicia and I dashed out the door, slipping on the wet floor (I'll get to that explanation later), hearing the maintenance people yelling for us to slow down, calling our section leaders to tell them what happened, hauling it down 5 flights of stairs, and breaking into a brisk run in a very freezing morning all the way to the stadium.
In a total of 8 minutes, I don't know how we made it to Pride before the whistle was blown. With cramping legs and growling stomach, I marched through my last home game day rehearsal completely in a daze. What had happened???
Well, at about 5 o'clock in the a.m. last night the residents of Couch were alerted by the calm voice of the intercom man to make it downstairs because of a fire alarm. Groggy freshmen and the few crazy upperclassmen (including myself), wrapped in blankets and with sleepy eyes, ventured across First Street to camp out in the bottom of Walker. Apparently through word of mouth we found out about someone on the 11th floor setting of the sprinkler system, which in turn flooded the elevators and stairwells all the way to our floor on 6.
About an hour and a half of sitting on pool tables and discussing whether or not we had time to make it to Crossroads and back before they allowed us in, the friendly staff allowed us to make our ways back upstairs. Herding a couple hundred of people up one stairwell was quite interesting, and we finally made it back to our flooded-elevator-lobby floors.
It took me a good hour to fall asleep because I was starving, which made rehearsal so hard because I never got to eat breakfast. And I had only been awake a good 10 minutes before rehearsal started, so I never had time to get used to the idea of it being game day and yadayada.
Anyhoo, stories like this make days like today memorable. It's also quite challenging to know that I can make it out of bed, change, and get to the stadium in a dash under 10 minutes.
AHHHH!
I don't think I'd ever gotten dressed that quickly. With not a look in the mirror or having brushed my teeth, I grabbed my jacket and clarinet, and Felicia and I dashed out the door, slipping on the wet floor (I'll get to that explanation later), hearing the maintenance people yelling for us to slow down, calling our section leaders to tell them what happened, hauling it down 5 flights of stairs, and breaking into a brisk run in a very freezing morning all the way to the stadium.
In a total of 8 minutes, I don't know how we made it to Pride before the whistle was blown. With cramping legs and growling stomach, I marched through my last home game day rehearsal completely in a daze. What had happened???
Well, at about 5 o'clock in the a.m. last night the residents of Couch were alerted by the calm voice of the intercom man to make it downstairs because of a fire alarm. Groggy freshmen and the few crazy upperclassmen (including myself), wrapped in blankets and with sleepy eyes, ventured across First Street to camp out in the bottom of Walker. Apparently through word of mouth we found out about someone on the 11th floor setting of the sprinkler system, which in turn flooded the elevators and stairwells all the way to our floor on 6.
About an hour and a half of sitting on pool tables and discussing whether or not we had time to make it to Crossroads and back before they allowed us in, the friendly staff allowed us to make our ways back upstairs. Herding a couple hundred of people up one stairwell was quite interesting, and we finally made it back to our flooded-elevator-lobby floors.
It took me a good hour to fall asleep because I was starving, which made rehearsal so hard because I never got to eat breakfast. And I had only been awake a good 10 minutes before rehearsal started, so I never had time to get used to the idea of it being game day and yadayada.
Anyhoo, stories like this make days like today memorable. It's also quite challenging to know that I can make it out of bed, change, and get to the stadium in a dash under 10 minutes.
What I think about......
Ever felt tired? Ever felt like your to-do list is becoming so full that you soon lose motivation to conquer it? You ever feel like you signed up for too much and wonder what state of mind you were in for thinking you could get it all done? Ever feel like you just want to give up? Yeah, I'm feeling that way too.
I have counted up the total pages I have to write for one class:28. Twenty-eight pages of papers/journals/project, in a matter of 3 weeks. But it doesn't end there. I have a speech to write and memorize. There's countless pages to read. Then there are finals. And to top it off, when will I fit that in this ridiculous schedule? Some days I go from 8 in the morning to 11 at night.
But this isn't a complaint. It's a challenge. I think in moments like this, when I'm pondering where on earth I will find the time to get things done, that I have an extreme peace from God. I honestly do not know how I could have gotten through this semester (and some really difficult past ones) without Jesus Christ. Did you know that I have the same power in me that Jesus had in Him when He rose from the dead? I have that death-conquering power in me!! Because I have trusted in Jesus to take the penalty of my sins, I have His Spirit LIVING in me! If God's power could take crucified and buried Jesus and bring Him back to life, then surely He can help me with all of this school work I have to get done. Praise Jesus for that power.
I am in awe of what He can do. I say this is a challenge because I have to trust God to get this done. I have to make a choice to harnass that power Jesus had by obeying God. And He will conquer my schedule. He will shatter my frustrations and stress. He will give me the peace that transcends all my doubts and weaknesses. God will overcome!
Thanks to God, I have the most powerful power.
Do you?
I have counted up the total pages I have to write for one class:28. Twenty-eight pages of papers/journals/project, in a matter of 3 weeks. But it doesn't end there. I have a speech to write and memorize. There's countless pages to read. Then there are finals. And to top it off, when will I fit that in this ridiculous schedule? Some days I go from 8 in the morning to 11 at night.
But this isn't a complaint. It's a challenge. I think in moments like this, when I'm pondering where on earth I will find the time to get things done, that I have an extreme peace from God. I honestly do not know how I could have gotten through this semester (and some really difficult past ones) without Jesus Christ. Did you know that I have the same power in me that Jesus had in Him when He rose from the dead? I have that death-conquering power in me!! Because I have trusted in Jesus to take the penalty of my sins, I have His Spirit LIVING in me! If God's power could take crucified and buried Jesus and bring Him back to life, then surely He can help me with all of this school work I have to get done. Praise Jesus for that power.
I am in awe of what He can do. I say this is a challenge because I have to trust God to get this done. I have to make a choice to harnass that power Jesus had by obeying God. And He will conquer my schedule. He will shatter my frustrations and stress. He will give me the peace that transcends all my doubts and weaknesses. God will overcome!
Thanks to God, I have the most powerful power.
Do you?
I'm bringing blogging back.
OK, I completely forgot that I had a blog. I used to post on it pretty regularly, back when my computer's internet worked. Anyhoo, I sort of discovered it today after coming across someone else's blog where my blog was tagged in it. Then it dawned on me that the last time I blogged was this summer, and that's a shame. I enjoy blogging. I enjoy commenting on blogs. I enjoy getting comments on blogs.
And you know what else? I browsed through a lot of blogs, and nobody's updated for quite some time. I know I'm not one to talk, but people, we need to start being faithful bloggers again! I am constantly encouraged by the things people blog about, and I don't do a good enough job telling them. There have been key blog entries that I remember from years ago. Let's revive the blog!!!! Who's with me????
(I realized that I said "blog" 12 times.... and I now realized that I actually went back and counted....)
And you know what else? I browsed through a lot of blogs, and nobody's updated for quite some time. I know I'm not one to talk, but people, we need to start being faithful bloggers again! I am constantly encouraged by the things people blog about, and I don't do a good enough job telling them. There have been key blog entries that I remember from years ago. Let's revive the blog!!!! Who's with me????
(I realized that I said "blog" 12 times.... and I now realized that I actually went back and counted....)
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