So this weekend I was blessed with the wonderful opportunity to go to Quapaw, Oklahoma to help lead worship for a fall retreat that was taking place for Central Church of the Nazarene and Mission Church! I got a chance to meet SO so many wonderful people, worship Jesus with them, have fellowship and laugh a TON. I was also able to go on a Zip-line, which was terrifying, but SO worth it at the same time! It was really an amazing weekend. I went with a worship team that was put together of 6 of us Mid-America Students and we lead worship throughout the whole weekend for the kids that were there.
If you don’t know me very well, I have a HUGE passion for worship. (Side story) When I first became a believer, worship was one of the things that really drew me closer into knowing the main attributes of God. I believe that worship brings us into a time with God that can be transforming for us in our lives and it also expresses to us who God is. I believe God uses worship in such a way of reminding us how loving, gracious, merciful, powerful, and mighty He really is! Not that other things can’t show us that as well, but I believe that God has placed a passion for music in my heart that really accentuates who God is personally to me. It has been such an amazing journey to come to this point, and I have definitely grown SO much through it all (and I am definitely still growing!)
I am just so thankful for Gods faithfulness in my life.
His unconditional love that has transformed me in every way possible.
And his grace that He has given to me every single day.
So here is a view of what all took place this weekend! Enjoy! :]
I had to put this picture in here because I just really love clouds and sunsets. You guys know that already. :] I took this picture on the way to the camp! It was the sunset as we were driving there! I really think this is also a way that Gods glory, his beauty, and creativeness is displayed.
This is a view of where the messages and worship took place! We also brought basketballs and other bouncy balls that the kids could play with!
This is after we got all set up and were about to practice for one of the worship sets!
Guys, this place was absolutely beautiful, and it was especially beautiful because of this time of year! I LOVE FALL!
Its kind of hard to see us, but this is my friend Erin and I! Erin is an intern at Central Church of the Nazarene and was helping run this camp! We got to go on the Zip-line together! It was such an amazing experience. The Zip-line was pretty high up there, but the view was absolutely breathtaking! We had those harnesses that strapped on to you, and you had to take a rope up with you (which was called your baby) and that rope attaches to the zip line so you can just hang from it as you glide down the line! It was also a freezing cold day, so by the time we were done, our hands and feet felt like they were going to fall off!
But overall, it was more than worth it! :]
This is Sarah and I! She has definitely been a huge blessing in my life and is teaching me every day how to be a wonderful leader and messenger of the truth that is Jesus Christ. She lead the worship team this weekend and I feel so incredibly blessed to know her!
Well I hope you enjoyed taking a look at what has been taking place in my life! I had a blast this weekend being with some wonderful people and resting in Gods presence. :]
So if you want to know what a (semi) normal day looks like for a freshman at MNU…. Here you go! Meet my friends, walk around campus with me, and get to know what campus life is like! I had a lot of fun filming my day. The only thing I missed was the Masquerade that night for Halloween.
If you make it to the end… Major props to you!
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Pictures capture a moment in time. A spot in history that can never be truly replicated. Snapping the obnoxious laughter from a more-corny-than-actually-humorous joke or catching the relief of a runner crossing the finish line is a fulfilling feeling. But it’s not fulfilling simply because the picture isn’t blurry. It’s fulfilling because there’s a story behind the picture. This story can impact the way you live because it molds the way you view life, people, and individual moments. Maybe it’s obvious and maybe it’s up to interpretation. For example, the corny joke is from a blooming friendship that is an answered prayer and the relieved runner has been training for months after forgetting what running meant.
There are numerous different things in life that can present opportunity for you to pour yourself into. For me, photography is one.
Here’s some of my “work”
(LOL, work? I was just being creepy, well like, kind of, never mind…)
Look at life through a different pair of glasses; who knows, maybe it will be a perfect fit. Don’t be afraid to try new things. They can become the things that mean the most to you. It doesn’t matter how good you are at it! The passion is yours, do with it what you will and make it matter.
I can’t take credit for that wisdom, but in my experience, it is true.
When a relationship ends, it’s almost as if a whole person dies. When 2 people come together and form a dating relationship, the dynamic of the couple is like a 3rd friend. When that time is over, it’s like the third friend has left on bad terms, or even died but no one wants to acknowledge it. It affects everyone around, even those who weren’t involved. The two newly single people can catch a glimpse of each other from across campus and everyone within the local zip code feels the tension. I think it has something to do with quantum physics, but I’m no science major so don’t quote me on that.
There are 3 major people groups involved in a break up, as listed below:
1. The Hurting: The one who got broken up with- maybe didn’t see it coming.
2. The Healing: The one who broke off the relationship.
3. The Hating: The friends of the couple, or highly opinionated acquaintances.
Keep in mind that in whatever I’m about to say, I’m on your side. I’m writing as the completely unbiased third party, and won’t give you half-truths. There are absolutely situations that one person is completely wrong, but this is from the stand point that things just didn’t work out. If you are in any of these positions, I feel for you. It’s aca-awkward. So let’s dive in and relieve the tension.
To The Hurting: Be glad you’re not in a relationship with someone that doesn’t value you for all that you’re worth. Last week I kind of put Bruno Mars on blast, but the dude also has good things to say. For example, I wake up to “Treasure” every morning. The whole song is a booster, but there is a line that is fitting for this subject.
“You’re wonderful, flawless, ooh, you’re a sexy lady”
Lady or gentleman, you are wonderful. You are flawless. You are sexy! These are all Biblical. Don’t mistake a relationship fizzling as a reflection of your identity. The addition of a significant other does not change who you are. The absence of a significant other does not change who you are. I have no reason to lie. You are a dream come true. A masterpiece- Don’t get in your head and make everything a reflection of you. Start listening to the truth and tuning out the lies. To quote B. o. B., “You the whole package, plus you pay your taxes.” I know for a fact the first statement is true, and if the second is true, then you’re set for life.
To The Healing: Props to you for having the courage to end something that isn’t going any further. It’s never easy to let someone down, but the shorter the delay, the better. You may be concerned that your sig (or in this case ex-sig) is drowning themselves in tears or cookie dough ice cream, but don’t take that on. Don’t give yourself the credit of making or breaking someone’s life. Sure, this is painful for everyone involved, but you’re not the center of the universe, therefore, you cannot send anyone into an apocalypse. They will be fine and so will you. Be prepared though- this takes time. Don’t expect to go back to being friends within moments of ending it. That’s not good for you or them. Let them lay low for a while, and don’t force a conversation or moment to happen.
To The Hating: This blog is mostly for you. If you are a friend of a sig, then there’s no such thing as a third party. You probably have opinions. You probably have the best of intentions in supporting your friend. Sometimes, the lines of supportive and destructive get blurred. Things that start so positive end really horribly, like the riot in the movie, Hot Rod.
If you’re not familiar with the movie, the main character, Rod, played by Andy Samburg, is trying to raise funds for his dying stepfather’s heart transplant. While on his way to the fundraising event, the whole community comes alongside him and walks together with him. The song “You’re the Voice” by John Farnham plays over the dialogue and it is truly an inspiring moment in a weird, satirical movie. (Side note- this is my FAVORITE movie ever! Watch it if you haven’t because your life will be CHANGED!) Then the inevitable happens: a riot breaks out and the whole moment is killed in a matter of seconds.
I’m going to go as far to say that this actually happens more often on campus than we acknowledge. For example, a couple splits and the girl and guy go back to their respective same gender friends. The said friends both start consoling The Hurting and The Healing, and come alongside them in support. Somewhere along the lines, the opposing party (usually, The Healing,) becomes the enemy and it is a battle to get as many people in your army as possible. Tearing others down won’t make anyone any higher. This brings me to my first point:
Blowing out someone else’s candle will not make yours shine brighter.
One time, it was one of my professor’s 50th birthdays. My friend Emily and I got a small cake for him with 50 trick candles on top. We waited for him to go to class and proceeded to light all of said candles with the intention of disrupting his class and having a good laugh. The plan backfired. We definitely disrupted his class, because the flames came together and created one HUGE flame measuring up to 2 feet in height and nearly causing the entire business building to burn down. We busted into class, sang happy birthday, and then he made a wish, and tried to blow them out. This was the moment when I decided I hated trick candles, because the flames came back with a vengeance. The Lord was on our side, as it was a rainy day, and we RAN through the first floor of Metz, burst outside, and launched the now wet candles into the bushes. The cake was covered in rainbow wax and riddled in holes.. DEFINITELY inedible.
What if we, took our candles, and put them together to burn bright, instead of using them like torches to lead a riot? Maybe this is corny, but what if we loved our neighbors by supporting the good instead of condemning the bad? When talking to our Hurting and Healing friends, let’s make a point of reaffirming their qualities instead of bashing the bad. Forget boyfriend bonfires and remember the candle fiasco: it will change your paradigm.
What do you do if your Hurting friend is bashing their Healing ex-sig? It’s easy to jump on the wagon and want to join in with what they are saying. This brings me to my next point:
Not everything is black and white.
Keep in mind that the side of the story you are hearing when your friend is upset is tainted and not the most accurate. Don’t take those statements to the bank. Reaffirm your friend, and keep their candle shining, maybe even relight the flame. Use your powers for good and not for evil.
Do we all remember when Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston were married? They were my favorite Celebrity couple second only to Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson. I remember the day like it was yesterday: I was watching Newly Weds on MTV and the screen went black for a Public Service Announcement: that Brad and Jen called it quits. People went nuts! If people were in support of Jen, then they wore pink ribbons, but if they were for Brad, they wore blue ribbons. It originally had to do with Aniston backing Breast Cancer Awareness, known world wide for the pink ribbon, and Angelina Jolie with the blue ribbons for Child Abuse Awareness, and because Brad switched partners he switched causes or something… the point is that choosing sides and viewing things as black and white gets you no where except for down a destructive road leading to drama, and nobody wants that!
Real talk though- One of the things I think Christians miss the most is unconditional love. It’s a tough concept to grasp. This brings me to my final point:
It is possible to support a person without supporting their decisions.
We’ve all heard the stories about the engaged couple we don’t agree with and the battle among the friends on deciding if they are going to go to their wedding or not because they don’t support the marriage. Perhaps you’ve had to decide whether you’re going to a wedding or not, or maybe you’ve just had to decide if you’re going to buy Miley’s new song because it’s catchy but you don’t want to support her craziness. Similar principle.
I don’t preach often. But this is a subject that gets me hyped.
I don’t think Jesus died to give us the power to judge and condemn and make known our opinions. He died to give us life abundant. To not support someone because of their decisions is the farthest thing from the Jesus way of life. Jesus went to the cheating tax collector’s home and shared a meal with him. He hung out with the prostitutes and touched the sick and unclean. And what’s cool is, despite my decisions, regardless of my actions, and irrespective of my choices, He’s there for me and continues to support me. If He didn’t, that would be conditional love, and our gospel would look a whole lot different.
Let’s now apply this to a break up among our friends: You may not agree with The Healing’s decision to end things. That doesn’t give you the right to step in and assume the role of God by judging them based on their actions. This does not give you divine permission to hate them, start a riot and put people against them. That is called slander, and the Word of God is clear about this. You may not have agreed with The Hurting’s decision to date The Healing in the first place. That doesn’t give you the right to bash anyone. People of the Christian world: Can we please eliminate the expectation of meeting a certain living standard to start loving and accepting others? If this were the law we lived by, we would have no need for the cross, and I, personally, would be screwed.
I want to leave you on a lighter note- and I think this video below sums up everything nicely. Watch how Sophia Grace builds up Miley with the truth and just radiates with love for her. Let’s love both The Hurting and The Healing the way these little ladies love everyone!
In the spirit of Halloween, I have written a short story for you to enjoy!
Remember, be safe this Halloween!
Till Next time,
A Mummy Like You- By Britney Lewis
I grabbed my jacket, brushed my brown hair into a ponytail, and climbed out my bedroom window in hopes to avoid confrontation with my parents. I was on my way to Whisper Creek’s hill in anticipation to see Caesarion’s spirit at midnight in the mausoleum. Caesarion was the son of Cleopatra VII and Julius Caesar. When he was seventeen, he was murdered by the current ruler, Octavian, out of fear that he’d lose his place as king. Old and mummified, Caesarion’s corpse was discovered a few years ago, and the museum in my city was granted the honor to keep his body on display. It is said that the mausoleum, a few ways down the road from the museum, has Caesarion’s spirit attached to it; and at midnight, on All Hallow’s Eve, under the skylight in the mausoleum, Caesarion comes back to earth for exactly three minutes and forty-five seconds. I didn’t believe the rumors at first, but after hours of YouTube videos on my laptop, I decided to check it out for myself. Not only will I be able to see a seventeen-year-old Egyptian boy from 30 BC, but I could videotape the sighting and turn it into my school’s contest for scariest video of all time. Not to mention, if I won, I’d have enough money to buy the new iPhone I’ve been waiting for.
When I made it to the catacombs, on top of Whisper Creek’s Hill, I entered the building with a confident heart. I wasn’t afraid of the experience I would face in the near future. After all, my name was Adira, and when translated from Hebrew, it means strong.
I pushed the doors open, and a powerful wind filled with debris slapped me hard in the face. I struggled to breathe through a few coughs, and I fanned the air in front of me. The inside of the mausoleum was small, dark, and cold, but the skylight wasn’t too far from where I was. Out of precaution, I grabbed the flashlight I had packed in my backpack and turned it on.
The longer I walked down the hallway, the more I felt like the stone walls were closing in on me. I clung onto my arms and focused on my breathing. Everything will be okay, I thought. I’m just overreacting.
The floor moaned and creaked as I tip-toed down it, and the blood in my heart began to pump twice as fast. My fear was growing with every step I took closer to the skylight.
When I arrived to the center of the mausoleum, I opened my backpack and retrieved my camera. I sat it up in the corner of the room, next to one of the old walls. From this angle, the camera would catch everything in sight.
I checked the time on my wrist before I started the stop watch. It was exactly midnight which meant that Caesarion would be here in any minute…
While I waited under the skylight, the bright moon shun throughout the center of the mausoleum, enlightening the place with its creepy luminosity, and the trees outside filled the room with a plethora of shadows that played with my imagination. I thought the trees were trying to tell me something with their scrawny arms casted on the walls. Maybe they were warning me to leave…or maybe they were nothing more than shadows, and my mind was playing tricks on me.
I rubbed my cold palms together and checked the time again: sixty seconds had passed. Was it me, or did the temperature in here drop below freezing? I could see my breath as my breathing kicked it up a notch, and I began to waddle from side to side to get the blood flowing through my veins again.
As I turned around to face my camera, I smelt something strange. The room reeked of rotting eggs and raw meat. Covering my nose, I checked the time again. This time, three minutes had passed.
I huffed. “This is so stupid.” I mumbled. Why did I decide to come up here anyway? It was freezing, this placed smelt of the dead, and there was obviously no mummy spirit anywhere!
Whilst I retrieved my camera, and shoved it back into my book bag, I heard the tiles creek in the hall behind me. I glanced over at it, squinting my eyes so I could see in the dark, but there was nothing there. I shrug my shoulders. Oh, well. If the mummy isn’t going to come, then he can stay in this filthy place forever. I thought, as I zipped up my backpack.
I reached for my flashlight before I entered the hall that would take me back outside, but it wasn’t in my back pocket where I had placed it. I then scrambled though my book bag, but it wasn’t there either. I must have left it on the floor, under the skylight.
As I reentered the center of the mausoleum, I was stopped in my place. I kid you not, under the skylight, holding my flash light, was the mummy of Caesarion.
My jaw dropped, and my eyes grew with mystification. Holy cow! Was this actually happening right now? Was I witnessing the spirit of freaking mummy?!?!
I took my back pack off slowly, trying not to draw attention to myself while I looked for my camera. Once I had the camera in my hands, it slipped through my grasp, creating a noise that was loud enough to let Caesarion know that he was no longer alone.
I looked up slowly, terrified that something bad would happen, and when my eyes reached the center of the room, Caesarion was no where to be found.
I sighed in relief. His three minutes and forty-five seconds had been up, so his spirit must have vanished. As always, I had the worst timing.
As I stuffed my camera back into my bag for the last time, I was knocked off my feet by a piercing yell coming from behind me. Caesarion had never left, and as I scrambled to get to my feet, he was charging toward me.
Flustered and afraid that I’d lose my life, I ran to the opposite side of the room—this was about the same time when I declared my idea, to come to Whisper’s Creek, stupid. I should have stayed at home like all the other sixteen-year-olds.I could be warm and cozy in my bed, but instead, I’ve decided to risk my life for a brand, new IPhone–this is so not worth it.
My knees knocked together, and I was trembling all over. Dang it, Adira. This has got to be the stupidest idea in all of humanity!
Cornered into a wall, with no place to run, the mummy came closer to me. In order to protect myself from this “thing,” I began flinging objects at him. I threw my camera, the watch I had on my wrist, and even a granola bar, but somehow, he managed to dodge everything I threw. What the heck? He was like some supernatural, ninja-mummy of the living dead.
Caesarion’s lifeless body trampled toward me, and with the light of the moon, I could see his eyes glistening. They weren’t the eyes that I was expecting; they didn’t seem dead or corroded, they were tantalizing. I was finding myself, oddly, paralyzed by this mummy’s gaze. How was this possible? How could something dead seem so undead…?
With my life hanging on the edge, I knew I would die soon. Caesarion was a foot away from me with his arms hanging low, and his head cocked to the side. Before he came any closer, he unraveled the cloth from his body, unveiling an enchanting silhouette of a teenage boy.
I cupped my mouth with both of my hands. How could this be? How is his body still intact, and why…why was he so beautiful?
Caesarion took another step toward me, smiling at me now. His short, black hair was perfectly groomed, and his teeth were whiter than mine. The dimple in the side of his smile lines was perfectly carved into his cheek, and when he pulled his lips into a smirk, his wide, hazel eyes, grew with excitement; the light danced in them, and they seemed softer than the cotton in my pillow case.
Caesarion leaned toward me, and when he did, I no longer felt afraid. He looked helpless, and I couldn’t help but smile at his current existence.
Then he whispered, with an accent as thick the sea. “Welcome back, Adira. I’ve been waiting for your return for almost an eternity.” He grinned, captivating my soul with every consecrated word he spoke.
Well as you can tell by my title, this weekend was pretty sweet. Probably one of the most eventful weekends i’ve had since I’ve been here. So let the pictures begin! :]
To start off telling you guys about this eventful weekend, I thought id let you meet one of my friends. Well, here he is. His name is Daniel. and yes, you’re right, he IS balancing on top of a metal bar in our laundry room, or as the door tells us, the “Launders.” Maybe I should explain why this was happening. A couple of girls in our hall had their birthdays in the same week, so some of their friends decided to throw them a surprise party. This was his hiding place. Later that night, my roommate Amanda and I decided to go crazy and rearrange our whole room! This definitely was not a job we could do on our own.
I know by the looks of Amanda and I you would have never guessed that we needed help with our bed because we are basically body builders, but in result of me almost being crushed by the bedframe, we called in the boys from the surprise party to help us with our bed! It was super nice of them to come over and help us, I wouldn’t have wanted to leave a party to go move a bed. But they did it anyways! so if you are reading this, thank you guys! :] We greatly appreciated it! this is what my side of the room looked like before!
so this is what my side of the room looks like now!
The next night, this was Friday, the wonderful bible study I am in decided to all go to Ihop for late night breakfast! I am extremely blessed to able to know every single one of them!
Also, blueberry pancakes are the best pancakes EVER.
That next morning some of the dorms here at MNU came together and had a dorm event at the Louiseburg Cider Mill!
They had delicious hot cider, and sider doughnuts! I maybe ate 3 of them….
This is Amanda (my roomie) holding up our pumpkin family. We went to Wal-Mart on Saturday night to get some baby pumpkins! We decided to make them into a pumpkin family. It was a wonderful time! Later that night, after we were all finished painting our pumpkin family, my friend Annie Wiskus comes into my room holding these glow stars! I was SO excited because I had been looking all over for them so I could put on my ceiling! (I know, I’m a little girl) But she finally found them for me and I could not contain my excitement! :] Now I can see the solar system when I go to sleep at night. Which is all I’ve ever wanted in life! Just kidding. not all I’ve ever wanted…but pretty close! :] So guys, this was my weekend! I hope this gave you a glimpse of the wonderful memories that can take place with a wonderful community of people such as the one I have here at MNU!
Earlier today I was at lunch with my grandma, mom, and sister. We just shared and talked about things here and there, when my grandma mentioned her 50th college reunion she had attended last night… 50th? My grandma was in my stage of life over 50 years ago! She even said, “There were so many old people!” My grandma, definitely young at heart, is someone I have looked up to my whole life. She is bold and carries the joy of the Lord wherever she goes.
My grandma playing piano with me back in the day. My baby sister is sitting on her lap.
After going home, I wondered what my life would be like after 50 years. Would I accomplish my goals and dreams? How do I make sure I stay on the straight and narrow?
I decided to call her and ask her some of the questions I had been asking myself. I heard her sweet “hello” on the other end of the line, and immediately smiled. She is just that type of person that can brighten your day. I explained to her my request and she began talking about her reunion. “People said nice things. ‘I accomplished this, and I did this, and achieved these dreams.’ They were good, but it was all about me me me and I didn’t hear anything that glorified God.” I found that interesting as she explained more about the different classmates she had talked to. “There is two ways to do things, Haley, you can plan out your life and do the things you want by your own strength, or you can live a life that follows God plans and that glorifies Him.”
This is a hard thing for me. I have a problem with trusting God. Most of us have heard the Proverbs 3 verses that says “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.” It is one thing to hear these words, it’s another to follow them to the ultimate extremes.
I decided to pick a word of the year this last January. I had had a hard couple of months leading up to this, emotional and physical ups and downs that just kept piling up. I felt as if I was in free-fall, unsure of where I would end up. But in January when I decided to pick a word, I heard the Lord strongly say TRUST, trust, trust. It has been a rough road since January, but I felt God keep saying trust. When I needed emotional and physical healing and had not received it as immediate as I had hoped–I heard the word trust. When I was stressing about picking a college to attend–I heard the word trust. When I was tired from working long days all week long–I heard the word trust. It has followed me everywhere, and listening to my grandma has brought it back up again.
It may be easier at this point to plan out your own life, follow your own dreams, and use your own strength to finish it out. It is a lot harder to trust. But my grandma says she has had the best life. “Nothing is more exciting than living for the Lord.” I think the difference in where you’ll end up at your 50th college reunion is whether you trusted the Lord with your life or not.
As a personal challenge for myself and to you if so choose, is to not be those people at your 50th reunion that only talk about your own accomplishments. Be the person that glorifies God, and lives the exciting life of trusting in His plan. You can live it out now, starting by asking God to reveal His plans for your life.
“Looking back now, I see God’s hand in my life in every direction I turned.” I asked her how one would get to a place 50 years from now and see the imprints of God. She told me that it all starts with praying and asking God to reveal talents and gifts, and to choose daily to give the glory of God. This may take a lot of trust, but it is worth it in the end.
Anyways I hope that is encouraging! Sometimes I think it is good to look at life from the future looking back, to evaluate where we are in the present. Here are some verses to look at if you want to be encouraged through the Word about this: Jeremiah 29:11, Romans 8:28, Psalm 46:10, Psalm 37:4-6, Hebrews 13:8, Matthew 6:25, Psalm 28:7, John 14:6, Psalm 91:1-16
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The following pics of trees and their leaves may not be interesting to those of y’all who are familiar with the Midwestern Fall seasons, if that’s the case with you, good for you that you got to live and experience such beauty for so long!!
Look at that color that contrasts so well with the tree right beside it!
So this photo and the one right before it were actually the first fall pics I took and I even sent home last year to my folks! Even though this wasn’t so new to them:P Also, right behind the orangey pinkish tree is Lunn, that’s where I work! To the left of the photo is where I walked past in my first vlog on my way to Campus Center!
So here’s pic1 of a red leaved tree right outside Weatherby chapel.
Here’s pic2 of that same tree right outside Weatherby. Friends even the leaves die beautifully here!
Here’s one in transition that’s just outside Metz.
Anyone else think this is shweeet!?
And just a taste of winter with this frozen leaf!
Now some of you may be thinking, “This guy is just another typical California tree hugger…” Well… for the record I have never hugged a tree. But I am proud to say that I recycle paper!! Genesis 1:29-30, God had Adam and Eve take care of the earth with all its living creatures, so I’m secure in whatever judgments you make:P
Onto to Randy Cloud:
Here’s Randy in Philosophy. He never hesitates to do things out of the ordinary in order to help us remember that which we need to.
In this case we were learning about Emmanuel Kant. Kant helped introduce people to the idea that it is our reason that interprets what our senses tells us regarding reality. Yes, I was paying attention
As astonishingly intelligent Prof Randy is, he said that “I just grabbed the first marker available” It wasn’t so bad having a sharpie mark on his forehead, but he was going to be meeting with some higher-up administration people that afternoon. I’m sure it went well regardless:P
“I know where everything is in my office. If you moved something, I’d know.” I still haven’t gotten the courage to test his proud proclamation. Also my friend Tyler Hall is in this pic. We were both waiting for Randy (Our Advisor) to help us with scheduling next semester’s classes.
Randy: So I think I’ve figured out what I’ll do to my office to allow room for more books. Me: Randy you’re crazy– Randy: I’m just going to remove the ceiling tiles and install shelves that will hang down. It’ll be great. Me: Randy do you think you’re a hoarder? Randy: No. I just really am a lover of books and have a hard time parting with them….which could lead to hoarding…
Here’s him not yet ready for a picture.
And here’s Prof. Cloud, this time ready and posing with his “Miley Cyrus face”.