‘Tis another day, and ’tis another good day at that. Even though the day’s almost over, I suppose, if you want to get really technical. I can’t say that there was anything too amazing about today, although I had some fun. I can tell you right now that Chemistry class is going to get very interesting – not because of the material we’ll learn but because of the people in the class. I doubt it’ll be boring, that’s for sure. At lunchtime, I went up to the Impact meeting, and we talked about the things that hold us back from following Jesus. It was thought-provoking, to say the least. Sometimes I get sort of discouraged at those meetings, because it seems that we’re really not “impacting” anything at all. But I suppose that’s a matter of opinion. We are supporting a child in Uganda, and to raise money for that, we’ve sold various things throughout the year to the North Park students. I guess in that sense, we’re showing people that Christians are about love and grace – but at a time when everyone and their mother seems to be raising money for charities or supporting charities in some way, I doubt that it means much. With the strong encouragement in the public high schools to get involved in the community and such, I don’t think that supporting a child is really going to show us as “different.” But I guess that’s my opinion, and the fact that we’re helping out a kid who needs it is still a worthwhile cause.
There has, of course been a lot of talk about the whole ordeal with the cartoon of Mohammed and the huge violent outbreak that has resulted from it. It popped up today at Impact, and as I got thinking more about the situation, I got to thinking at what a different reaction Muslims have as opposed to Christians. I mean, now that I think about it, I’ve seen countless cartoons, videos, pictures, and all sorts of other media that mock our central figure, Jesus Christ. I even saw one today, actually. But I didn’t go and burn down any embassies or stop trade with any countries or anything. And I got to thinking about just why there’s that marked difference between the Muslims and Christians. There were two possible conclusions that I came up with. The first one would be that, because the main tenet of the Christian faith deals with love and living at peace with others, we are able to endure mocking with patience instead of outrage. That, of course, paints Christians in a good light and Muslims in a very bad light in comparison. The other possible conclusion would be this: Perhaps Muslims actually believe what they say and care about their faith, and perhaps us Christians are just so tuned into the world that we really don’t care all that much. That paints us in quite a different shade. Of course, I don’t really have a definite answer to that, but it’s something to think about. How do we handle persecution (though I’m sure we don’t truly have all that much of it) – do we stay calm because we act in love, or do we stay calm because we just don’t care?
Anyways, with that thought, let me continue on to a completely different subject. I wasn’t finished reviewing my day, after all. After lunch, both Kristin and I had a third period spare. We first went to Shopper’s so she could get some Advil, since she had a headache. Then we went back and tried to guess Jordan’s combination. We were unsuccessful yet again. I was really looking forward to getting in there and doing something to his locker – perhaps emptying it out. After all, he’s only in California for a couple more days, and then he’s back. And how are we going to pull a practical joke on him then? But anyways, eventually we gave up on that, and went up to the library. She went on the computer, and I looked for good books. Well, not “good” in the traditional sense, but I define good as “funny” or “completely ridiculous.” It didn’t take long for me to find some books in those categories. After about five seconds, I found one book that was all about Karl Marx. But get this: it was in cartoon format. What a way to teach those youngsters all about Marxism and Communism. “Hey, kids! Isn’t the distribution of wealth great? And doesn’t Karl Marx have such a big nose?” It was ridiculous. I set it back on the shelf, though, because I was set on finding something even better.
It didn’t take much more searching before I settled on a book. It was called “Etiquette for Dummies.” I figured I could have a laugh at it and perhaps learn something at the same time. So I took it off the shelf, and went to find Kristin. Basically the rest of the period was spent pointing out stupid things that are apparently “proper etiquette.” Things like not belching in someone’s ear, holding doors for women – you know, silly things like that. Well, okay, I must say that the one section on dining was ridiculous. Who needs to use three forks, one for each course. Can you not just use the same one for each of them? I mean, is it so hard to put the fork in your mouth, press down with your lips, and then pull it out, thereby cleaning it for all intensive purposes? It’s not like you have to use it for surgery or anything – it’s been in your mouth once, and as long as you don’t play Russian roulette with the forks around the table, it’s only going to be used in your mouth. So if you were using it for the first course, does it suddenly become contaminated for the second course? I don’t think so. The real reason for it is so that rich people can feel all distinguished and better than everyone else, just because they use six different forks, three knives, and four glasses for their meal. Oh poor me – I only use one fork, maybe two at the most for a meal. I must be the lowest of the low.
Anyways, fourth period was Data Management, and I think I’ve basically decided that it’s not going to be such a fun course. I mean, math is generally quite difficult to make fun, but I must say that I had a pretty good time in Geometry with Mr. Suominen’s jokes. Mrs. Pickett, in contrast, doesn’t seem to have a sense of humour. At all. I mean, on the first day of classes, she already had a seating arrangement – for Grade 12 students. I could maybe understand it for some of the younger grades, but for Grade 12’s? It was evident from the first day that she was going to be fairly strict. And I mean, she seems nice enough, but when she tells people to get down to work, the room goes silent. Everyone does their work, and there’s no talking, except for the occasional question. It’s almost creepy. I might just have to start bringing my mp3 player to that class, because I’m not sure if I’ll be able to take the silence much longer. Of course, things may change as people get to know each other a bit better, but somehow I don’t think that’s the case, because several people already know each other, and they still don’t talk during class. It’s just…silent. I mean, I started getting annoyed because the person behind me was writing with a pencil, and I could hear it scratching on the page. That’s how silent it was. Creepy.
I really don’t want to think about that silence anymore. I always have music on at home whenever possible, and I think I’m addicted to having sound of some kind – no matter what it is. But anyways, I think that’s all I have to say for today. Yesterday I worked a bit on that money-making scheme I told you about. I think I’ve settled on what it is now. It’s going to be a picture uploading and sharing service, and its name is Illuminated. Why? Well, it sort of has to with something visual, and the name is available. At least for now. That means I need to keep chugging along on it and get it finished and out there. I’m not sure that will ever happen, but whatever. I’ll try to keep you attentive readers updated on its progress. One last bit of news: I got accepted at Brock. I expected that, but they’re also offering me a scholarship of $6,000 spread out over four years because of my average. Sweet deal. I’ll definitely keep it in mind – but it’s still Brock. Meh. I’m not deciding on a university until later. Much, much later. I really don’t want to think about it right now. The future. Yuck. Anyways, I’ll stop rambling, because I have a tendency to do so. So…um…bye.