Second week is over. I'm proud to say I'm ahead in my copying this semester. I've been proofing and copying a unit at a time which at this point has me set with copies in two periods until the end of week 6! Yea! I love being ahead and not feeling that horrid drowning feeling I felt a lot last year. In fact, after another week I can again sit here and bask in the glorious feeling that the 2nd year of teaching really is SOOOo MUCH BETTER than the 1st!
Tonight I got to ride with Randy and Katelyn to take LaRae to Women of Faith. After we dropped her off, I went to Northpark Mall (for the first time) and got to eat at Moe's (SOOO GOOD!) and get some neat new puzzles/brain teasers for my classroom. Katelyn really is so sweet and such a joy to be around. She brightens my days. I've been having a lot of discipline issues with my last class of the day, so it sort of ends my day on a sour note. I can't fully explain how great it is to come over here or meet L & R at dinner and have Katelyn run up to me with a huge smile and say, "Hi Jo" which now sounds like Toe for some reason, and give me a huge hug! The love of a child is so precious. I hope her face always lights up like that when she sees me.
I got a great new comic book on Wednesday. It was a trade paperback (a collection of 4-5 comic books in one) that explained what happened to the Avengers. One of their members lost touch with reality and got members of the team killed. Anyways, it leads into some other stuff I've been reading, and I've been curious about this storyline, so it was a real treat to get to finally read it all. I'm still reading the Little House on the Prairie series. I'm now on These Happy Golden Years. Laura first taught school around age 16...holy haystacks!
In Paul's class on Wednesday, we were talking about Post-Modernism. He called me more of a Modernist, and for some reason that really bothered me. I feel like since I got to HU and beyond I've been trying (at least in my mind) to fight tradition for tradition's sake. I don't want to do things bc that's how they've always been done or bc that's how I was brought up. I want to know what the Bible says, and I want church to be relevant to me. I guess I'm really searching right now to firm up what I believe and why I believe it. I mean I've got the core down, it's the little things (like traditions) that hold me up and make me question it all. So if I'm searching, can I truly be labeled? In fact, aren't labels what tear us apart? When did being conservative or liberal have to be a bad thing to either side?! I talk about being brought up in a conservative church like it was a bad thing, and while some things were frustrating and still are, those people loved me, and more importantly, they love the Lord. The follow His Word and praise Him whole-heartedly. So they think men should wear ties on Sundays, no one should wear shorts to church after a certain age, and clapping should not be allowed in services. So what?! In the end, does it matter? Does it matter that I'm ok with shorts (ok, that one does still turn my head a bit!) or men not wearing ties and clapping in service and that my parents disagree? I know where it matters is when we condemn our brother for those issues, but condemning our brothers for holding themselves and others to a higher standard when in the "place of worship" ( I know it's the people not the building...), isn't that just as bad? Why don't we dress our best for God? I don't know, I'm not looking to open a can of worms...I'm just letting my mind wander. Why do I care what I'm labeled? In short I can see myself in a lot of labels, and there's still more to my Spirituallity for me to discover and for you to see.
I better run. I'm sleeping in tomorrow and getting my nails done. They need to be shorter...I'm having trouble typing tonight.