1/20/11

Week 3 of winter quarter is coming to an end.

Oh man. What a week.

I got depledged from Sigma Pi fraternity.

I have two midterms next week on the same day and possibly a third one on Thurday.

I was a short week, but it was a long one at the same time. Yes, it may sound strange but its true.

I went to the ARC for the first time since like October or something.

After the usual ten laps in the pool, my arms and my legs were so sore that my calves would cramp up as I tried to skateboard back to my dorm. Sad.

I also went to KCM for the third time this academic year?

I feel kind of bad that I'm not a regular there and I skip out on the fellowship every time I go.

Maybe I'll start going out more often. Who knows? Its college.

I don't even know what I'm rambling on about. This blog post should be destroyed for its inherent lack of structure and focus. Moral of the story is: this week kinda sucked and this blog is transparently superficial. Until next time folks!

Update

So its still week 1 of the winter quarter and already things have not really gone my way...

I found out that one of the classes I added was dropped during break because the discussion section did not correlate to the lecture that I added. Great. So now, I'm on the waitlist with potentially 10 units for the rest of the quarter. This means I'm not even a full-time student.

I don't even know what to do right now.

Being back feels great though. So far, rushing Sigma Pi has been awesome and a lot of fun.

I'm still trying to find the balance between study and play, but I'm going to find it soon and try to keep that balance for as long as bearable.

So MFX retreat is coming up this weekend. I'm definitely not looking forward to it. I don't even know why. I used to be so stoked for retreats but presently, I'm not. I don't even think its apathy. I just want to stay right here, in my cozy Irvine dorm.

I think part of the reason for my so-called "sabbatical" is because of the early role that church played in my life. Ever since I've been born I've been in church. I grew up in the church nursery; it was practically my second home. I grew close to God as well as many brothers and sisters there. I remember when I was as young as 7 or 8 years old my cousins and I used to sit in my grandmother's living room. She forced us to sing, pray and read the bible offering a painful smack as punishment. Since day 1, I've been constantly bombarded with the practices of Christianity. I feel like I've been smothered by a huge pillow of church for most of my life and now that I'm exploiting the freedom that college brings, I am not too inclined to jumping back into church and all that jazz. It feels like a breath of fresh air.

I can definitely see myself coming back in the near future, but for now, I want to live life for myself. I want to learn from some of my own mistakes instead of people telling me what mistakes NOT to make. It may sound ridiculous, but I see it as something I must do.

I'm sorry that I've turned my back on you these past few months.

I'm sorry that I've stopped talking to you, stopped listening for you.