Wherefore art thou, sleep?
Here I sit, thinking about what to write, where to start and how detailed to get, and I realize… I am tired. It is actually hard for me to distinguish what the sequence of events has been in the last few weeks. Tons has happened, but it all feels like one giant cluster of ups, downs and twists. Here’s what I know for sure: I love my God, this school and the people herein. So, you may be asking yourself, “Ian, get to the point… what’s going on?” Here goes.
My classes are great. I love them. What I do not love though, is that between the class time and homework involved with 18 credit hours, the rest of my life has to be stuffed in. The rest of my life includes, but is not limited to, being a co-leader of the Remnant drama team (and what a good team we ended up with), an ambassador at Grace College (during which I get to do cool things like blog), an intramural soccer player (we just won our first game of the finals tournament), a member of the fall play cast (All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten), a supportive boyfriend (hey, Grace 😉 ), and a good hall leader (I mean, I AM the only senior in Beta. These guys need someone to learn the ropes from).
Every once in a while, when I’m feeling a little greedy with my “free time,” I’ll do something like call my mom or watch an episode of The Office or go to Chicago for a soccer game. Did I mention that I went to see USA vs. Poland in an international friendly match this weekend in Chicago? It was amazing! Even though we ended up sitting about dead smack in the middle of the largest section of Polish supporters (who called themselves Polska), the experience was one I’ll always remember. I know that Grace College requires that you go on a cross-cultural trip to accompany the Global Perspectives course, but I wonder who I would have to talk to about getting an international soccer match on the list of applicable trips. Nothing says other-worldly like 25,000 Polish fans screaming various chants and curse words around us. Crazy.
– Ian Christensen