Already we are beginning our fourth week of classes – it’s hard to believe that time can fly so quickly. This afternoon I was listening to the radio in the car and one song came on by Nichole Nordeman that really struck me. The sentiments are beautiful, describing the leap of faith we all must take at one point or another:
What if you’re right?
And He was just another nice guy
What if you’re right?
What if it’s true?
They say the cross will only make a fool of you.
And what if it’s true?
What if He takes his place in history
With all the prophets and the kings
Who taught us love and came in peace
But then the story ends
But what if you’re wrong?
What if there’s more?
What if there’s hope you never dreamed of hoping for?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?
What if you dig
Way down deeper than your simple-minded friends
What if you dig?
What if you find
A thousand more unanswered questions down inside
That’s all you find?
What if you pick apart the logic
And begin to poke the holes
What if the crown of thorns is no more
Than folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can
You’ve been looking for a place you can land for so long
But what if you’re wrong?
Isn’t that gorgeous? I just love Christian music; there is no more exciting way to worship (outside of Mass, of course.) If I am anywhere near a music player/radio, I am listening to Christian music stations or my Christian CDs. Secular music just seems so…useless.
My day went really well. Daddy is home again, so he dropped me off for the bus ride downtown at 6:30AM. During the day my three Monday classes run thus: Organic Chemistry, Physics, and then Philosophy of Human Nature. All three teachers are absolutely fantastic.
Although we took a major test on Friday in Orgo, we weren’t fortunate enough to get it back this morning. *sigh* I hate the tension of not knowing my score. Instead we launched right into cis/trans isomerism in alkenes, how to name them, and how to determine the stability of each isomer. It really is fascinating stuff, and I am enjoying it immensely. (Mrs.) Dr. Brewer is such a mother figure to her class, always gently correcting our behavior if we step out of line in reference to our classmates and asking us about the boring details of our weekend. I feel so at home when I am around she and her husband: they are two of the most wonderful souls on the planet and I have been truly blessed to know them. Honestly, they have become my family away from home.
Physics was a hassle as usual, but I did find that I brought my quiz grade up from two weeks ago. I don’t enjoy the subject too much, but it is a necessary evil if I want my Chemistry degree. Nonetheless, the teacher, Dr. Ian Pegg, is a very patient man. But I always feel as though the only way to describe him in two words would be “potential energy”. Throughout class time he paces back and forth energetically and clears his throat nervously every other second. A slightly red-faced Aussie who is prematurely graying, Dr. Pegg is one of those people that you suppose lives in his office. He just loves Physics that much.
At first I wasn’t sure what to make of our philosophy teacher, but ultimately he has completely charmed us all. From the first time he cracked one of his rasping-dry witticisms to the end of the day when he nervously plucks at the bottom of his (sole) tie, Dr. White has held me captive, at least. Not once have I checked my watch during his classes. Today we spend the hour discussing Aristotle’s De Anima, which we are currently reading. On Friday I have to turn in my first paper for him: a rather complicated piece on the similiarities/differences between Plato’s account of creation in Timaeus and Moses’ in Genesis. If it all works out I think it will be a decent paper, though nothing will every rival my Shanley essays.
After classes I chatted with JP for a minute or two and then slipped away to find my newfound friend Anne at the Shrine. A truly wonderful, faith-filled, jubilant girl, Anne has danced into my life at school. Because of her unfortunate situation as a new transfer student and commuter, she is a little unsure of herself in her surroundings, but I think she will adapt through prayer. Before I caught my bus at 3:30PM we enjoyed a short sojourn to the Air & Space Museum. I had been with the Lewis cousins in late June, but missed out on the Wright Brothers Exhibit, so I wanted to go back. Of course, Anne didn’t tell me until afterward that she didn’t really find that stuff very interesting because she had seen it so often! Ah well; next time we are going to the Holocaust Museum or an art museum.
For the rest of the afternoon I have been drinking tea with my mother, chatting, and (of course) doing homework. The piles of work are relentless this year. One of the only things that keeps me sane is ritually reading two chapters of James Herriot every night. What a blessed man he was! There is some kind of comfort in reading about someone else who was dragged out of bed at unholy hours…