…or maybe it’s the other way around.
These have been exciting days.
…of concession stand’ing…
…and general issue-having (note t-shirt)…
But before soccer became the piece-de-resistance in BFA’s spring banquet, the entire student body was driven to Basel by a Friday night activity, where the students lovingly known as “morons” took over the city with their trademark combination of hyperactivity, loudness and whimsy. I call it hyper-loudsy.
Their purpose? To find the 7 student Waldos dispersed around the city…
…and 50 staff members in full disguise loitering on bridges, in cafes and, apparently, in less reputable places!
Note: this scary dude is Rich Peachey, one of the heads of our residence program…
Any wonder his daughters are looking less than comfortable with the new look??
Thanks for the pic, Elyse.
But the true joy of the occasion for me was being able to spend all day with my dear Squeedgie. She is one of the great joys of my simple little life!
She and I were in chapel together that day, after she boldly addressed all three sessions of World Views, and our speaker spoke on the topic of finishing the race and finishing it well. Squeedgie leaned over and said, “I really don’t like to think of it as a race–it stresses me out.” She had a point.
Personally, I’d rather look at my life as a journey. But I’ll allow “race,” because—darn it—it’s a Biblical illustration. Still, the thought of effort, stopwatches, scrutinizing fans and a barely discernable and incredibly distant finish-line tends to give me ulcers. I’ve had a nifty collection of them (ulcers, that is) since 2005, each named individually…and renamed at the end of every year. This year, the proud namesakes are Kristoff, Collin, Merritt, Taelyr, Adam and Austin. Austin’s the odd man out here, because he never actually gave me acid-inducing stress, but he tried really hard to be worthy of an Aunt Michele glare, so he gets an ulcer named after him merely for effort.
The more I consider my aversion to racing and the realities of the racing metaphor, the more I realize how wrong I am to limit my life to the status of “journey.” It truly is a journey in the sense that it’s an ongoing quest, a day by day exploration of potential, possibility and choice. Yet if it is to be lived fully and in God’s exuberance, it must also have the elements of a race I have such a strong aversion to:
Effort: the will and determination to do more with one’s life that flow downstream on currents of circumstantial vagaries.
Stopwatches: the awareness that our time is limited and that the end could come as soon as now. This awareness of time ticking has less to do with biological clocks than with eternal urgency. Which is a bit of a relief when the person writing the former sentence is a woman pushing forty!
Scrutinizing fans: they watch every step of the race, looking for the slightest weakness, the faintest hesitation, the subtlest injury. They watch because what they see either validates or invalidates what we run for. And we so often strut our stuff without thought for the discredit of our Maker our failures might produce.
A distant finish line: a focus on the ending that is really a beginning…the impetus for perseverance and doggedness and relentless pursuit…the promise that the ending will be not only liberating, but sublimating. If our course didn’t hold such a glorious finish line, the race would not be worth the effort. How wonderful that the promise surpasses the exertion.
Thank you, Squeedgie, for prompting me to reevaluate the accuracy of just this one sports metaphor. The fact that it came directly from God should have been sufficient evidence, but, you know… We’re stubborn creatures! Here’s to the race–and may we run it willingly and joyfully, despite the occasional hurdle and the seeming narrowness of our assigned lane.
Anytime anyone feels like firing a starter pistol as a punctuation mark to this entry, you should most definitely feel free to do so!
Well, Shakespeare made up words… so I guess you may also… haha… “hyper-loudsy”, “fan photographer-ing”…
That picture of Laurel is so hot.
Correction: 7 waldo students and 50ish disguised staff members. Anyways, love the picture of the two waldos.
I hope when I finish my race to heaven I’m not staggering over the finish line like I usually do. Isn’t it nice to know that what our physical body can’t do, Jesus makes up for.
I love you Mish, and write me back because I want to KNOW. 🙂
STARTER PISTOL?! REALLY!?! can i shoot it off in class?
basel was fun, even though my weapon jammed and i didn’t get to spray you with the water gun.
ahram is so hot!!!! and mr peachey’s disguise is really really good!! and I feel like those girls are starting to actually look like seniors now that it’s may!! haha…
thank you for the reply mich… but the thing is it was a little too late… so I kinda revised it myself.. I think it ended up being ok.. but I didn’t realize the verse was a little weak til you mentioned it… but oh well~ I just hope things work out…
you know what… I still remember you telling me after awards night during my sophomore year about the MVP award… cuz I don’t have to finish first! I’ll do my best and hope for good results.. MVP… ^^
i decided to visit here and soak in some wisdom. *winkwink*
oh! i saw the picture of that handsome red writing scholar in one of your previous entries.(he’s the one sitting on the desk, gloating, as every one gasps in shock at his awesome gorgeousness.) is that Carl?!!!
i think it is.
it’s so nice to see a friendly face.
((memories…they’re one of the worst best things ever invented.))
i have a typing friend of my own now, also.
her name is annabelle.
golly. your pictures are almost as beautiful as the people in them.
nah, not even almost, but they’re good pictures nonetheless.
if life is a race,
then i think i shall very much like to be the one
slowly gathering dandelions and giggling
as i dance down the path.
cause you can only be as happy as you want to be.
why do they call them dandelions?
and why won’t people call them flowers?
p.s. of the second
i only write in books that i love.
that inspire me.
and The Edge of Tidal Pools has marks all over it.
i love it and you’re amazing.
published? you think so?
coming from you, that means a ton.
i’m really glad i met you too.
just what the doctor ordered.
just so you know,
you’re one of my favorites.