Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The best thing I've heard all week...

In Calculus, this morning, my friend Justin and I were working through a set of problems when he lazily turns his head towards the window and says:

"You know, the weather today would be perfect for a zombie apocalypse."

Even better, upon hearing this story, another one of my classmates responds:

*with a completely serious expression* "If you think about really is."

They're right, you know.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

How's Life? (April 2010 Edition)

Two things:

One...there's a grand total of 46 days seperating my friends and I from our Senior Trip to Disney World.

(Insert exclamation of choice)

And two...I'm the Valedictorian of my high school class of 2010!

(Re-insert exclamation of choice)

I've known for awhile now, though. It's actually funny how I came to find out. Two weeks ago, my guidance counselor, Mrs. J, comes up to me and says:

Mrs. J: "Hey baby! Did you know you're (in a whisper) the V?"

Me: "The what?"

Mrs. J: "The V! You know, it's a means you're at the top of your class. You're smart, you'll figure it out."

Me: "Ohhhh, I see."

Mrs. J: "But you didn't hear it from me. This is James Bond kinda stuff. I've said too much already."

I just love that woman.

Saturday, April 10, 2010


Tis true. I am unbelievably close to graduating which, odd as it may seem, is becoming gradually easier to accept.

Initially, I was apprehensive when it came to considering life outside of the musty walls of high-school. Did I say apprehensive? I meant mortified. Of course, as a Freshman, you don't consider these things quite as much because graduation feels like a distant event that will most likely occur moments before your death. Four years is the equivalent of an eternity in the mind of a 14-year-old.

Trust me, I've been there, rather recently in fact.

But now, I'm kinda over it. Don't get me wrong; every now and then, I'm overcome by that nauseating OMG feeling, but for the most part, I've come to terms with...well...growing up.

I know, I sound like some old fart or a monk or Ghandi or something. Truthfully though, this is how I've felt for awhile now. Rather than put my fingers in my ears and yell until I've found my happy place, I freely and avidly address that eminent date.

I'm ready to be done. I'm ready to move on. I've accepted it, and now I'm eager for it. I know I'm not really in the position to be proud of myself because I haven't really accomplished any marvellous task, but the two months seperating me and my diploma are fading fast.

And after that? Who knows what I can do?

Monday, April 5, 2010


Naturally, Easter is a day of celebration for Christians, like myself, to rejoice that our Lord rose from the grave. On the third day, not man, not death, not even Hell itself could restrain Him, and in a magnificent triumph, He rose.

I've always thought of Easter as just another holiday, another reason to exchange some form of gift, namely Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs, but this year was different. This year I was humbled through the sheer magnitude of Christ's love.

Putting God and His creation of everything into perspective is a feat which the human mind cannot comprehend. Especially those of us who rely so heavily on logic. However, once your mind has been expanded to it's limit and your train of thought careens madly off the rails because it cannot comprehend the thought of a solitary, infinite being creating the universe...

...there is a peaceful yet chilling silence.

A realization occurs that you're not meant to know all of these things, and a joy that you have a God who knows all of it overcomes you.

Looking around and at hundreds of people walking by. Living, breathing people who each have a unique genetic code so infindecimal that the human eye needs cutting edge technology just to behold it. Every one containing enough organs to cover every possible need that body will ever need.

Watching the clouds in the seemingly endless ocean above the world wisp by. The sun, which lights and heats the surface of the Earth, a surface so large that even if we could live a thousand years we could never see it all.

Both the smallest and the largest pieces of life, were all created by one, omnipotent God. This is fact.

These things haven't simply come to be over time. There was no explosion which thrusted matter into the order it is today. We didn't change into humans after billions of years as plants. While the ways of God are not bounded by logic, if you think about it, God is the only logical explanation.

So, I say all these extremely confusing and overwhelming things to ask the only question that I struggle with:

Why does He love me?