It's hotter than balls...

I am not sure why I so crassly titled this blog. I'm even in an "Yay Jesus," preachy-type mood right now. But it is incredibly warm in here because the heat is on. When we turn the heat on at my house, my mom thinks 66 or 67 degrees is good, which still requires at least a sweatshirt, and surely socks, to fight off an uncomfortable cool feeling. Apparently, Spring Arbor thinks that no less than 86 degrees constitutes heat, so you pretty much have to wear a bikini to keep from sweating. It is on low, but it is like a sauna. And I have developed an awful habit of saying "It's hotter than balls in here," in a British accent whenever I feel warm, thanks to the encouragement of my best friend (Olivia.) It's usually under my breath, thank goodness. I don't remember which one of us started it, but neither one of us stopped it, that's for sure.

Anyways. This weekend, I went to B's house in northern Michigan, which was SURELY not hotter than balls. It was cold. Very cold, actually. -20 last night. We drove a lot. We ate a lot. We laughed a lot. We watched some movies, went to church, slept a lot, played some music, saw some Amish, ya know. It was really quite the enjoyable weekend, despite being called Satan. Yes, B, I know "that was one time," but nonetheless. I decided that had you told me one year ago that I would have spent a weekend up north at B's house with B, a freshman boy, Matt Voiles, and no one else, I would not have believed you. If you had told me that I would have enjoyed it, I would have believed you even less. But alas, it happened, and I enjoyed it. Just goes to show... you don't always know what you think you know.

And now it's back to reality. I survived last week with good grades on all of my sets of slaved-over reflection questions (aside from one) and am now in the midst of writing another paper on another book. I was dreading getting to another book, but, to be honest, I found this book to be pretty boss. Like really really good. I kind of want to actually read it, and read it at my own pace, to soak it in a little better. But from what I was able to gather from my skimming, it was really good and had some seriously good points to ponder. I would say more, but it is 4:45 am and I have a page to go on this paper.

Overall, I have mixed feelings about this core class. I think had it been over a semester, I would have liked it more. But there have been so many aspects to spirituality thrown at me and so many different perplexing thoughts that I would have liked to chew a little more, but I had to swallow and move on to the next morsel before I really got a chance to fully develop my thoughts. It was kind of like a pie-eating contest. I really like pie. I like a lot of the points it had to make. But I couldn't really enjoy it or digest it. And right now, I'm feeling slightly overwhelmed and am trying to figure out how to boil all of these different "revelations" I've had into something that incorporates everything together and that I can take with me from here on out. So wish me luck!

Don't go to the circus drunk! It's bad for the elephants!