Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Yesterday, I spent my physics lecture doing a sudoku. I sat next to a friend who played solitaire on his iPod and who texted me in the middle of lecture, “If we’re not paying attention, what are we doing here?” I didn’t know. To not be rude? To fulfill obligation? In hopes that we’ll retain something? I know it’s me that’s responsible for my education. But what can I do if I’m simply not engaged? How much can I force? What if I don’t care what thermal convection means? I don’t care about thermal convection because I don’t understand how I’ll use it and how it will help me better the world. And I definitely don’t understand how it applies to Zoology or the things I’m passionate about.
Ironic. I went to my next lecture (The Information Society) and we talked about education and how it’s not all it’s cracked up to be anymore. We watched a video that shocked me but made sense at the same time.
I guess this blog in and of itself is a testament that I am learning. Half of what I write on here has to do with what I’m learning in class. This blog is a collection of my reflections and processing of the information I’m given in class. But still, why am I checked out half the time?
I guess we all need to learn how we learn and then get that for ourselves. But what if what we need is not available? I've been questioning my state university education, not because I don't think it's not good enough, but because much of the time I'm not getting what I need.
Attention. Dialogue. Human interaction. Some of that is missing here.
Kaplan University offers a solution: listen to America’s students and design education to fit their needs. But I think a question remains. HOW?
Monday, November 23, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
So I know this is behind by a week and a half, but as you know, I wasn't on last week.
But I have to tell you about Halloween in Madison.
People kept warning me about how wild it gets. And I think it does, but Halloween comes aliveon State Street. People don't just put on costumes, they put on characters. And they're in character all night.
For the night I slapped on my good ol' full body tiger spandex.
Chris and his friend, Ollie the Ostrich
Rosie the Riveter.
We can do it.
H1N1 flu virus. Uh oh...
Baha! David Bowie.
One of the McDonald's characters (clearly I don't know much about them).
This was one of my favorite parts of the night. He was trying to get a drink of water.
Quite the ordeal through a layer of felt.
Sonic the hedgehog!
Sega Genesis anyone?
Yup. Jesus and Roman soldiers.
Here, actually one Jesus introducing himself to the other.
Other highlights include meeting Wolverine, being surrounded by a Chinese dragon, experiencing grunting cave men, and being sardined in a group of people. Good times : )
Sunday, November 8, 2009
One of the hardest things I’ve ever experienced is re-entry after going to Uganda. Culture shock. In your own culture. It sucks. But it’s something that you need to go through and the feelings of discontent you’re left with are good.
I have my Contemporary American Society discussion on Thursdays. I leave every week so discontent. It’s amazingly informative and I’m learning a lot - but the thing is, the information is so depressing.
I feel like I’ll always be in a state of culture shock as long as our country is the way it is. Sociology 125 is definitely keeping me from moving on. But I think at this point moving on would be tragic and would make my experiences worthless.
On Thursday, we talked about poverty. Beside the fact that it’s out of control, we don’t even know how to measure poverty anymore. In the 1960’s, the poverty line was determined by the amount of money a typical family spends on food times 3. It was assumed that a third of a sustainable income went to food. It worked back then, but now we have more to take care of. Now a days, transportation takes the majority of a family income and food has become a smaller sliver in the pie graph. Even the creator of the poverty line herself thinks that now it’s way too low and should be 170% of what it actually is.
Our poverty line is $22,050 USD for a family of four. Unbelievable.
And who has the power? Those who have capital. Basically, as productivity in the US increases (and my goodness, it has), the rich get richer.
If minimum wage had increased like it should (to keep up with inflation and increased productivity), it would be around $18.00 today. We’re sitting at a federal minimum wage of $7.25.
It makes me so depressed. But as I go through this class (and hopefully as I stay informed beyond it) there are a few things I have to remember.
I can’t forget about Jesus. Even the thought of him brings me comfort in this. There’s a plan and I’m not the only part of it. It’s true that God has made me significant, but I’m not the savior of the world. Be sure to thank God for that because I would definitely fall short.
I also have to remember to not waste my time hating the United States and those in it who exploit people. That, in and of itself, won’t change anything. I remember what one of our speakers on DTS, Chris, said. He gave us advice on re-entry - that we should be ready to relearn how to love rich people. So true. I’m convinced that change comes through love. I have to love them. Every single one.
Obama, if you read this, know that I have no idea what to do. Can you improve our country? Can we have universal health care and a better social wage? Can you start a movement for better public transportation and housing? Go team - next we’ll tackle the War in Uganda.
Monday, November 2, 2009
I'm taking Library and Information Sciences 201: The Information Society. We're talking about the advancement of technology in social networking, information organizing, etc... We watched a movie in class today about 3 college students who gave up their computers for 5 weeks. By give up I mean everything. One girl even boxed up her computer with duct tape and put it in her closet. Any assignments for class that were online they found ways around. They learned how to use typewriters and to make more phone calls and office visits.
So our professor challenged us to do a bit of this for a week. I think it would be too time consuming to figure out other options for things in class, but I will be giving up blogger, facebook, hotmail, youtube - basically anything outside the necessary.
For one week. I'm excited.
I think I've actually been looking for an excuse to log off. To be free. To have more time. To pretend I'm not an addict.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
I've started to feel the lack of me time. Finding myself. Continuing to get to know who I am. Being alone with intentions to be poured into. This is was DTS and the time between then and now was all about.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
My best friend, Sarah, came to visit me this weekend. It was wonderful.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
I wonder what good ol' Abe would do if he saw us now...
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
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Friday, June 12, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
There are a few of us in the Redeemer group who love tennis. We try to play whenever we can and now that Minnesota is finally getting warmer, we can actually make that happen. We played yesterday afternoon at a local park ... ahhh it was glorious. After a while, we noticed that we had an observer - six-year-old Jasmin. There were three of us with one extra racquet. Perfect? I think so. We invited her to play and she agreed right away.
Man, was she good! It was Jasmin's first time playing tennis and she was doing great! Without being told, she already has the cross court concept down. I was very impressed by her.
It seemed like the beginning of something great. This may be my own imagination and my tendency to dream big, but what if she makes it to Wimbledon? Seriously! The look on Jasmin's face as she hit the ball and the speed at which she was getting it? Maybe yesterday was a more momumental day than any of us thought. Even if she doesn't go pro, she already has the love of the game. So, maybe we'll just shoot for all-conference in high school :)
As we winded down, we decided to give her the extra racquet and a few balls so she could practice without us. I bent down to tell her that she could pick out 3 or 4 balls. "I can have four?" Her excitement was beyond words!
We hope to go to that park as many Sunday afternoons as we can in hopes of getting to play with Jasmin again.
Now moments like that are worth making.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Needless to say, I'm excited for life. Scared. But excited.
Jas sent me a photo gallery of wildlife photos. Amazing. Check it out.
Nick Brandt Gallery
Monday, April 27, 2009
Here's how it went down.
We abducted ourselves for the night to simulate what happens to the child soldiers. People did this all over the world. In St. Paul, we started in Rice Park and took a walk (aka - the abduction walk) to the capitol to spend the night. There we had to stay until we were "rescued," meaning media coverage and a "mogul," a cultural or political leader to come speak. We obtained Channel 5 News and a representative to speak on Senator Amy Klobuchar's behalf. Amazing.
That night I saw people really get together in common cause. It wasn't easy to sleep in the rain (and to see other cities go unrescued - Chicago, San Francisco, etc!), but we did it anyway. That night we wrote letters to Amy Klobuchar and President Obama himself. These will be hand delivered to whoever goes to IC's How It Ends, a lobbying event in Washington DC. I can see how much people want this to stop and what lengths we're going to see that end.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
School searching is difficult. Really difficult. I'm starting to see the sacrifices and I feel like a fool for not seeing them coming. Who thought this would be easy? I thought I would maybe go to a less expensive school and it would be a relief. But what I'm finding is that Hamline isn't so expensive after all - especially with the financial aid I was getting. After aid I don't have to pay back (scholarships + grants), I ended up with about $7,000 to pay not living on campus. Welp, that's pretty darn good for a private school where you get loads of one-on-one attention. Good deal - but is God calling me to give that up for something better?
I know nothing comes before my God. But does He always ask me to give up good deals? I don't think so... but sometimes He says, Ok you can go for this good deal, or you can give that up for My best. What'll it be?
This is the part where I discern what is better. Where I am to go. Do I really have to transfer schools? I feel like I want to, but staying at Hamline may suffice (no idea) and would be more comfortable.
See, that sentence right there makes me cringe. OoooOOOooooh comfort!!
But is all this education worth spending more money on? On DTS, my eyes were opened to how DANG expensive school in the States is. And more expensive than HU. I almost passed out when I saw UC-Santa Barbara. You ready?
I won't find a better deal out there - but is that the sacrifice that God's best requires?
We are not able to plan our own course.
[lots going on in my head right now. give me a shoutout in your prayers. :P]