I've been out of school for over a year, and it was expected that some time was needed to adjust back to the whole school routine type of deal. The first full week has ended, although it seems like it's been forever, and here are just some random thoughts that I have stored in my mind.
Ambrose University is one of the "cheaper" Bible colleges, but you still have to be rather well off to be able to attend without any financial aid; a lot of people I've come across do, indeed, come from above average income families. When listening in on some conversations, you can just tell that these people aren't people who have to really worry about how much or what they spend their money on.
I've wanted a macbook for a few years. The thing with these things is that they're very expensive: at least a grand; and I don't have that kind of spare change to pay for one. The envious side of me is absolutely exposed because 85% of the laptops that people have are macbooks or macbook pros. Like I said before, they're wealthy families. Everywhere I look, someone's got their book open and I'm just like, "man, why can't I have one?" However, I am very happy with the laptop I have now, and it's been good for me; and I expect it to be good for at least another few years, unless I get a macbook. Haha.
I've realized that a huge reason why I am no good at making friends is because I haven't needed to do it in the longest time. Most of the friends that I made, from junior high to my first year at the UofA, all have some sort of connection to the friends I already have. So, when you throw me into the game for some solo stuff, I choke and have no idea what I'm doing. It shows how much I've lived in a box for my life and how I never had to break some boundaries to get out of my comfortable self.
I was told that I am very brave for trying to bus to school everyday. Not only am I busing, it's pretty much a road trip with the length I have to go everyday. I'm being warned over and over again about the winters, and I kind of know what it's going to be like. My guess is usually just because people forget I'm from Edmonton, and it's definitely more consistently colder there, but I don't want to be rude to remind them, so I just agree. But then I started to think about it. My answer, or response, is that I'm not brave; I'm just very dumb. If busing will really be like what I'm thinking it will be like, especially with all the wait times I already have, it's going to be madness when it's -20 degrees. Why did I do this to myself again?
After being told that my first year English credits didn't transfer, I had to find out for myself why that was the case. I'm not a very intelligent person, so when I go into a class, I expect to be completely confused for the first few classes, or weeks for that matter. But when I finished my first couple classes of Effective Writing, I was about to explode. It's a course for high school students. Like I said, I don't go into classes expecting myself to know what's happening; but looking at the syllabus, I learned that material in Grade 11, Grade 12, and first year English. If I had to do this again, I would really die. So I finally took the initiative to get the down low on this biz - I know! Man I'm on a role with doing things for myself lately. After sorting everything out, it turns out that my English credits did transfer the way they should have. Thank God! Whoever told me that they didn't needed to get their eyes checked. So I very happily dropped out of my class, and am left with four classes for my first semester. I didn't add another fifth course in there because I am in a very tender situation here and I need to make sure my GPA is at a good point after the first semester. Or else, things could get real ugly.
As for the rest of my courses, they're alright. My 8:15 class, introduction to Christian spirituality, is my favorite class. It makes getting up so early worth it - almost. I am not a fan of my evangelism and missions class because it seems like the professor just isn't very good at teaching. I don't want to get into details, but I got that impression almost immediately into the first class; fortunately, I'm not the only one that thinks this way, so maybe we can work together to just pass the freakin' thing. My Old Testament class is an interesting one. The professor I have is new, and very young. She is intelligent far beyond and out of our first year leagues. You can tell she really wants to make it work and stoop to our pathetic intelligent levels, but she's just so full of knowledge. There are a few "upper-classmen" in the class, and when they looked at the syllabus, most of them agreed that there is no way this is a first year class if they didn't know better. I'm going to have to pick up the slack with this class. Definitely. My theology class is also an interesting one. According to, what seems to be a pretty big consensus, the prof is the hardest prof in the school. When you think about "baptism by fire", that is what the freshman ministry students are in for.
My brain is fried. My body is burnt up. I'm almost ready to be served as a side dish to your lemon grass 6 oz. halibut. I wouldn't taste very good though, because I'm all bone and dorkiness; not very tasty. Time to rest it up!
I'm excited for the draft on Sunday (=
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