Howdy y’all! Just felt like running through what all has happened in my world this week. Not so much for your entertainment as for my sanity, so I can recombobulate my mind.
Okay. Let’s start with the service project. All freshmen at my school are required to participate in some sort of service project with their classmates some time during the year. Ours was this week. The week before mid-terms. My group of about thirty students and several professors got with an elementary school down the road to paint a mural in one of their hallways. But that’s not the whole story.
These kids live in the lower end of the socioeconomic measure of things. The fourth graders we worked with attended that school either because they were not selected to attend the art school next door, or their parents did not go through the paperwork needed to attend the more prestigious school. They felt like losers.
During the weeks before, some of the student leaders in my group of classmates went to the school to brainstorm with the kids about their ideas, coming up with a Past/Present/Future theme. The days before, a few of us went in to paint the wall white and chalk the design onto the walls.
Then came Friday. Officially excused from our classes, we all piled into our cars at 8:30. The next four hours were spent mixing paint, making cards for Haitian earthquake victims, and painting, all with the kids. We all ate together in the classrooms; my room had a dance party after lunch! You should have heard those kids scream for excitement when we put on Thriller. Someone from the local news station even came out to get the story of our event.
I had to leave right before the project was completely finished, to go to a Spiritual Life Retreat with some other classmates. We met up our sister school in Wichita, Kansas to spend about eighteen hours together. We played all sorts of games: carpetball, ping pong, pool, Nertz, Squares, Wii sports, Spades, Murder in the Dark, Signs, “I’ve Never,” and many more. Some students stayed up the entire night, the crazies–who are dear to me, of course.
The next morning was pancakes and a Starbucks run in the church van. Nom nom nom. I saw two movies for the first time on the rides there and back: Star Trek and Thirteen Going On Thirty. Both were better than I had thought they were going to be.
I spent the rest of the afternoon with two of my friends eating at a Vietnamese resteraunt and a massive Asian grocery store. Both were totally new experiences.
Well, this was supposed to be brief.
Live long and prosper.