it troubles me a bit to think that a body called to unity can be so quietly disobedient to that call. perhaps it's wrong of me to take the example of one and magnify it enough to blanket everyone else. but what can you expect if you are expected to be a representative of the student body. your fault.
you can ask what brought me to this uneasy notion. i suppose you can say that i had a weird experience of backwards nostalgia today at lunch.
i cannot remember the last time someone pulled an extra chair to their table just as i was approaching it... to find these words repel me: "oh, sorry... [someone] is going to sit there." i look around. this [someone] isn't there. i make a silent protest by sitting on the table immediately next to it about-faced. i almost felt more rude than they were. thank goodness for witnesses of this heinous chair circumstance, i was rescued from a deepening pit of "righteous anger."
(of course i'm exagerrating. let's not forget that i'm giving you a nice glimpse from the perspective of the cynical part of my brain.)
just when i thought i left high school, i found that not very many people did.
as the best friend knows the phrase "wow, rude" resonates around every corner as a common expression on the lips of every bible college student to the point that it's almost a sign of endearment. it's funny how i'd like to use that word for what it really means.
Lord, save me.
I'm doing it again.
i should stop this entry before it gets any worse.
before i start raising the old cynic from the dead.
and she would like that very much.
hey, girl-who-couldn't-spare-a-seat.
girl-who-must-humble-herself wants to say sorry.
that's me.
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its the same at almost all colleges if you are that opportune person to experience it. dont get me started on the elementary algebra class i almost took, sigh.
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