Kiddy Pool

I have no idea why "Kiddy Pool" is the title, it just is. Maybe because as I am typing this, there's a bunch of first years sitting outside my room in the hallway talking about girls. I am almost embarrassed for them. They've been at school for three weeks and they're already talking about potentially dating some of the girls around here. I don't have any way to describe our freshmen other than to say that they are teenagers. It's amazing how shallow they can be.

Yes, that is not a very nice way to talk about some first year students, but these are the people that I have the least amount of patience for. Not trying to say that I'm smart, but listening to some of the things they say just make me think that there is nothing between their ears. I didn't find last year's first year students this way at all. So I'm not entirely sure why this group is so... kiddy-like, or childish I guess.

On a different note, we've had two and a half weeks of class into this fall semester! So far, I'm quite fond of all my classes. My friend described it really well the other day: the best classes are the ones where you feel like you're just going to church everyday instead of school. I can't agree more with that statement. I find that my favorite classes are the ones where I just go sit down, listen, and not feel stupid because of how intellectual some of the discussions are. It's awesome.

Now, they're talking about setting each other up on blind dates. "I'd pick a cutie for you."

There's one thing that's been impressed on my mind for the last month or so, and it's really gotten me thinking about certain things. Ever since the end of summer camp, I've been revisiting the whole experience in my mind; and when I do, another event that occurred several years back kind of parallels it.

The two events were both worship related, but the similarities that run through my mind are so incredibly similar that I've been trying to dissect it, but unable to do so. Maybe I'll write about them tomorrow, or a different time.

I really want to take a dive into the deep end of some of these guys' heads. Perhaps I'm being mean, but sometimes I think that there isn't a deep end.