Friday, 05 May 2006

Just one more coronary, for good measure
So I thought I was done with stressing out this year. Exams finished yesterday, I got some stuff packed up, my roommate departed for the summer and left the room in my care, and I enjoyed a dinner party in Grand Rapids with my piano colleagues. Prof. Le gave us the silly recital posters in these quasi-fancy frames, we watched Kill Bill, Vol. 1 (possibly more ridiculous than the Airplane! or Hot Shots! movies and FAR too violent in my view), took a bunch of random pictures, and then we bantered with each other until probably 2:30 when Sam finally agreed to come back to campus. Check out our group picture! Look closely and you'll see the silly posters in their frames.

From left to right: Prof. Le, Kay, Alana, Christine, Chelsea, Sam, me, Chris, and Lea

I should have learned by now that I should never expect to not have a crisis. They ALWAYS come at those unexpected moments.

The day started out excellent. I woke up exactly when I felt like it, relaxed for awhile, then decided lunch was a good idea. On my way to lunch, I was pleasantly surprised to almost walk right into the Dean of the Chapel, Trygve Johnson. He greeted me with a genuinely warm smile, a firm handshake, and a shared a short conversation with me. Afterwards, I thought to myself, "Hope College is lucky to have this man as our Dean of the Chapel." Other people probably would disagree with me, but I'd say his ideas are right on target.

Lunch came, went, and then I decided that some of my work for D.O. was in order prior to Mom & Jordan arriving so they could take most of my things away from me up to the house. And then it happened: where's my magic black bag? It held some important stuff critical to that job getting done and I can't find it anywhere.

It must have been yesterday when I came to Nykerk for Sean's rehearsal. I probably set my black bag down and abandoned it, only for the incredibly-awesome custodian to discover and safely give it to our music librarian. I spent a horrible afternoon driving Mom & Jordan crazy trying to find it and losing my sanity in the process, only to find it in the Music Library, sans the black bag. Thankfully I can replace it. Afterwards, I became happy again, enjoyed some dinner, and look forward to a performance at Sean's recital as one of his schola.

My room is pretty spartan now. Most of my things are gone except my computer, but I can't play games because I sent the CDs home. But that's okay. I'm learning an interesting lesson as most of my music and all my books except my Bible are in Ludington in boxes. The distractions are gone. There's not a lot to do in Wyckoff 205. I've used my computer enough this year. It just seems like that He put everything in motion and now God's kind of saying, "Okay, now that all the extra stuff is gone, it's just you and Me and nothing to distract you. Let's sit down, talk together, and just spend some time with one another's company."

I like that idea.