Buried Hopes

The highlights of my week: -Telling my second period class that Chelsie had beat James on the test by 1/2 a point (she made a perfect 105, he made a 104.5). Chelsie is brilliant, but she gives up on everything. She once erased her name from a test and turned it in blank because she just "didn't get it". She laughed at me when I told her that I think Stoichiometry is really fun. But then she practiced it. And she got it all. Seeing 3 pages of perfectly worked out problems on her test was a beautiful sight. And watching her smile as everyone looked at her in amazement, because no one ever thinks of Chelsie as the "smart one", was truly a great moment. -Hearing Mark and Stephanie complain to me for taking points off because of sig figs, then watching them complain to Luke, who made a perfect score with perfect sig figs. "We weren't told to use sig figs," they complained. He looked at them like they were crazy, "We ALWAYS have to worry about sig f...

I am trying to get back into spending time with Jesus on a regular basis. Which means I've been writing in my journal more. During my college years, I filled up a journal every 6 months or so. I have a huge stack of those journals. These journals laugh at my current journal, which is 1/4 of the way filled after 2 years. My current journal begins in January of 2007, at a time when life was going really well. I had just quit my horrible job at Lynntech and was going back to school. Our community at Spruce apartments was growing closer, and our lifegroup at Corey and Sommer's was fluorishing. Tom had started taking classes at the Fuller extension in Houston, which I was able to audit with him. He was still on staff at Aldersgate, and he had raised enough support to cover the loss in income from my job at Lynntech. And, best of all, we were planning on doing the church plant in August! Everything was coming together, and life was good. Then in February, my journal entry begins with...