Meet with Forefront today. I'm really stoked about some things we talked about and hope to see some things get fleshed out soon. I'm hoping that a couple of these ideas will help me with finding some amazing people who'd like to partner with me in this mission that I've found myself to be a part of.
I went to Barnes and Noble and finished reading a book I started yesterday. (I've come to discover that it's cheaper to buy Starbucks and read at Barnes and Noble than it is to buy the books it takes to satisfy my habit). It was about this girl who killed herself but sent cassette tapes to all of those who in one way or another contributed to her decision to kill herself. They're actions were seemingly small but snowballed rapidly.
I started thinking about how a snide comment and other little deeds can hurt alot more than we ever knew. And as these thoughts of how mighty small things can hurt, a man taking my parking ticket said, "I'm not trying to flirt, but you look very pretty." And then I started to think of how such things worked in a positive way to. A small positive thing like a compliment can have great repercussions.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Rain
Today I was woken by a mighty clap of thunder at 5 am.
I thought, "oh dear, I have to drive to Elizabeth City in great rain today."
Before I left, I was sure to check my email to make sure school had not been canceled due to the torrential downpour. It had not.
Driving down I was pleased to discover that, while steady, the rain was not hard, impeding visibility.
However, upon arriving just a turn away from campus, I discovered the final road on my normal route to be flooded. Not losing heart, I turned to take the next parallel road. Only to find that too flooded, and the next, and the next. I decided that this was quite ridiculous and turned to take a more main road, which we all know are less susceptible to flooding. Dear Elizabeth St, however, had been blocked off by the police due to high water levels. And the officer suggested I try Road St, the street I had just been on. When I returned to "risk it", I was lucky to find a larger vehicle fording the road and followed quickly in its wake.
I did not enjoy discovering that Mid-Atlantic Christian University had become an island. Nor did I enjoy driving down those roads at the end of the day, for all indications that it had once been a river were gone. And while that made driving easier, it was a little frustrating to see that what had caused me so much grief was now, after so short a period, gone without a trace.
Good times
Good times
I thought, "oh dear, I have to drive to Elizabeth City in great rain today."
Before I left, I was sure to check my email to make sure school had not been canceled due to the torrential downpour. It had not.
Driving down I was pleased to discover that, while steady, the rain was not hard, impeding visibility.
However, upon arriving just a turn away from campus, I discovered the final road on my normal route to be flooded. Not losing heart, I turned to take the next parallel road. Only to find that too flooded, and the next, and the next. I decided that this was quite ridiculous and turned to take a more main road, which we all know are less susceptible to flooding. Dear Elizabeth St, however, had been blocked off by the police due to high water levels. And the officer suggested I try Road St, the street I had just been on. When I returned to "risk it", I was lucky to find a larger vehicle fording the road and followed quickly in its wake.
I did not enjoy discovering that Mid-Atlantic Christian University had become an island. Nor did I enjoy driving down those roads at the end of the day, for all indications that it had once been a river were gone. And while that made driving easier, it was a little frustrating to see that what had caused me so much grief was now, after so short a period, gone without a trace.
Good times
Good times
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