‘It’s like rai-iii-aaaain on your wedding day’
Today I made a conscious decision not to drop in on The State Press newsroom since I had stopped by on each of my on-campus days so far this semester. I mean, come on. I don't even work there anymore.
Well, not really.
Tonight I got called in for another interim night-editing stint. Luckily, Ryan called me just as we were getting started at Wesley and since it was short notice he had no problem with me starting after I was done with church stuff. But being on campus past midnight was not so fun and definitely not what I had planned for tonight.
Also not fun was going to get my bike and noticing that the headlight was missing. So, seeing as how tonight would not be a good night to be stopped for violating bike laws, I walked ye olde bike home. But oh well, I need to go to Target anyway, so now I have one more reason to get off my butt and go there.
Funny thing was, though, before my mediocre night, today was an awesome day.
Aaron Brown helped me 'get' my calling
OK, so that headline or title or whatever function the <h3> tag is serving on my Web site these days ignores the (dominant) role of the Holy Spirit in my afternoon ponderings, but it is true that said ponderings were sparked by Aaron, the former CNN anchor who this semester is my TV-news history professor.
And hey, after all, prominence was one of those elements of news we all learned about in Journalism I back in high school.
Anyway, I spent a few minutes talking with Aaron after class, and some of what he said got me thinking about vocation as I moseyed around campus. Bring in some things remembered from Exploration, and you've got a small-scale but still important Brian epiphany on your hands.
It's way too late at night and I'm way too tired to explain the thought process itself in more detail right now, but remind me and I'll fill y'all in tomorrow or Friday.
in other news classes
Public Speaking made my morning thanks in large part to the fact that we played a "Whose Line?"esque game of party quirks during class.
And have I mentioned that I have now written a paper on Paris Hilton? A required, non-open-topic paper for a real, three-credit-hour class at ASU? Yeah, I turned in my Paris paper in Public Speaking this morning. And it all still strikes me as a bit bizarre.
Spanish-American Civ bordered on pure chaos, but I did a decent job of staring it in the face unflinchingly. It stressed me out a little, but one thing my Spanish classes have undoubtedly taught me over the years is how to deal with unchecked, unmitigated chaos.
Oh, and you know what's really great? I don't have any more classes to attend this week. I love having Fridays off. So aside from the Spanish Lit work I have to do by Friday evening, I am now out of the red zone for all the rest of my homework. Hello, leisurely pace.