And if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.
1 Cor. 13:3
My ECE professor told a story in class about how when he was a graduate student, a kid in the class he was TAing for turned in all the homework on a single roll of toilet paper (unbroken). I hope to produce some work during my undergraduate career that lives in infamy like that roll-of-toilet-paper kid. I can say, however, that the ECE class itself has already been inscribed on the tablets of my heart as loathesome, going down in my personal biography as possibly one of the worst academic decisions of my college career.
I keep meaning to write an interesting blog about the nature of heaven, or some of the thoughts I’ve thunk lately, but when I sit down to write my mind empties of everything but all I have left to do. I start thinking, Oh man — meet with three people tomorrow, staff meeting for the Writing Center, I can’t forget that, oh crap, am I prepared for the ECE exam tomorrow? When will I do the lab write-up with my partner? When will I find time to contact people for Tech Comm interviews? When will I find time to work in job hunting, and will I get a ride to the roundtable discussion on Sunday (I hope so; I hope not. I hope so…but I really hope not)? When will I get time to talk with Ian about buying a Prius, and looking for apartments, and most of all when will I find time to breathe? And all these things, they really mean nothing in the grand scheme; they mean nothing even now, if I don’t have love.
Priorities: First, love God. Then love others. Then worry about myself. I’ll see if I can pencil that stuff in some time next week; this week’s swamped.