No Direction
So, where do I go now?
I graduate in 3 weeks... May 14th. I'll publish a list of exceptable gifts soon, no need to worry.
Mom has signed the contracts, reviewed possible housing, approached the board of directors, submitted the drug test (and passed, phew), and recieved her security clearance. She is officially employed in New Orleans, LA. For the first time ever, she has the priviledge of working for a company willing to pitch 4000 bucks to move her 6 hours east back to the Big Easy. As for me, I am saddened. One of the huge perks of moving back to Houston was being close to my matriarch...that is no longer possible. I have many friends and potential jobs in Houston and I'll have no problem settling there. However, the question has popped up in my head... what am I going to do with my life. Freed-Hardeman has been a life changing experience (not in the way I hoped, but none-the-less, I'm a different person.) I'm not necessarily tied down to Houston, although it seems to be the most desireable place to be for the time being. What's God going to do with me? No, really God...that was a legitimate question. Ok, I'll wait.
So anyways, nothing really new to talk about. Chapel hasn't be very entertaining...nor spiritual really. Mainly just people making appearances on stage. Nothing profound. Quite often friends and foes alike ask me what I think about chapel programs. Quite often, I respond "I don't know." I don't place too much attention to them... unless something outrageous happens...like Titanic firedrills or Menengitis panics. Every once in a while, a religious talk will find its way into chapel... but it usually is doused with cliche lessons and predictable conclusions.
Its the last semester of school...and boy does it feel like it. Exit exams, Projects, book reviews, research papers, powerpoint presentations, stupid retarded "Do you like Freed-Hardeman" surveys to fill out in order to walk across stage, stained suits in OK, underpaid jobs, over loaded schedules, overwhelming classes, over paying tuition, bills piling up, sloppy roomates, atleast 2 quizzes a week, homework everynight, social-life building, reviewing moving terms with parents, seeking out future jobs, searching apartments,.... sometimes, being unhappy seems so easy. Hold on there Jim... I think Rick Warren was right when he said trying to fulfill life's purpose isn't about fitting more into life, but actually taking the unnecesary filler out. I have a lot of filler. It'll be nice to get out of school and get some breathing room. It is good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn His decrees. Hey, the poster is right. That is a good meditative phrase. Alright, tomorrow's is an early day. Maybe I'll finish that 300 page book tomorrow just in time for the paper. Cousin, much love and hope and best wishes and chocolate chip cookies for the exegesis due in the upcoming days... I'll look that word up in the dictionary. Oh, Deanna, a shout out to you too.
Because of our Lord who finds time for me,
Potter
I graduate in 3 weeks... May 14th. I'll publish a list of exceptable gifts soon, no need to worry.
Mom has signed the contracts, reviewed possible housing, approached the board of directors, submitted the drug test (and passed, phew), and recieved her security clearance. She is officially employed in New Orleans, LA. For the first time ever, she has the priviledge of working for a company willing to pitch 4000 bucks to move her 6 hours east back to the Big Easy. As for me, I am saddened. One of the huge perks of moving back to Houston was being close to my matriarch...that is no longer possible. I have many friends and potential jobs in Houston and I'll have no problem settling there. However, the question has popped up in my head... what am I going to do with my life. Freed-Hardeman has been a life changing experience (not in the way I hoped, but none-the-less, I'm a different person.) I'm not necessarily tied down to Houston, although it seems to be the most desireable place to be for the time being. What's God going to do with me? No, really God...that was a legitimate question. Ok, I'll wait.
So anyways, nothing really new to talk about. Chapel hasn't be very entertaining...nor spiritual really. Mainly just people making appearances on stage. Nothing profound. Quite often friends and foes alike ask me what I think about chapel programs. Quite often, I respond "I don't know." I don't place too much attention to them... unless something outrageous happens...like Titanic firedrills or Menengitis panics. Every once in a while, a religious talk will find its way into chapel... but it usually is doused with cliche lessons and predictable conclusions.
Its the last semester of school...and boy does it feel like it. Exit exams, Projects, book reviews, research papers, powerpoint presentations, stupid retarded "Do you like Freed-Hardeman" surveys to fill out in order to walk across stage, stained suits in OK, underpaid jobs, over loaded schedules, overwhelming classes, over paying tuition, bills piling up, sloppy roomates, atleast 2 quizzes a week, homework everynight, social-life building, reviewing moving terms with parents, seeking out future jobs, searching apartments,.... sometimes, being unhappy seems so easy. Hold on there Jim... I think Rick Warren was right when he said trying to fulfill life's purpose isn't about fitting more into life, but actually taking the unnecesary filler out. I have a lot of filler. It'll be nice to get out of school and get some breathing room. It is good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn His decrees. Hey, the poster is right. That is a good meditative phrase. Alright, tomorrow's is an early day. Maybe I'll finish that 300 page book tomorrow just in time for the paper. Cousin, much love and hope and best wishes and chocolate chip cookies for the exegesis due in the upcoming days... I'll look that word up in the dictionary. Oh, Deanna, a shout out to you too.
Because of our Lord who finds time for me,
Potter
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