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Weekend Update-a-thon... not really... written @ 9:37 PM on October 14, 2002 I just talked to Jeff for the first time in what has seemed like forever. It was the highlight of my weekend. He seems to be doing well. He's working a lot, and it seems like most of his classes are jokes, or so he leads on. He's been hanging around with the old chums from Lakota East Theater, especially Jackie, Sam, Big John, and Little John. He really misses having people to just say hi to on a day-in, day-out basis. He heard I was in town because Jackie went up to him on Friday and said that I was talking to Schmaltz. Apparently, he had been in the building at the same time I was. We're both coming back for the winter musical next semester. They can't handle the sets of "Once Upon A Mattress" with what they have now. That's going to be sweet, and that's points to my portfolio. What can I say? My work is my life; I am a soul destined to wander this earth alone except for the work I take comfort in. I have never been in love, have never even had a true crush, have never had any real desire for any companionship except that of my work. This is not to say I don't want any of those things, but I cannot bring myself to pine over it like other people can. Talking to Jeff was a like being offered your favorite flavored lollypop from God, but I acknowledge that we have both gone our separate ways. Everyone is going their separate ways. I have to admit, I have been thinking about Casey's latest entry and how he pitied that guy who did not find God on a Christine campus. I hope that boy does well in culinary school. When I finished reading, I remembered Jamie, Lindsey, and even Margaret, and how they used to talk about the Christian religion at sleepovers and other social functions. I resented them for it and how they were so convinced that "they found the way" and "all other ways are wrong." Their ignorance of what the Catholic religion was truly about infuriated me to the point that I felt cast out from the group (or cast myself out because it sickened me). As far as I was concerned, my relationship with God was none of their damned businesses, and even as a friend, I wished I had the guts to tell that to them then. I guess my point is that it's not necessary to find God on a Christian campus. And by that I mean you have to look for God within what He has already given you. I was taught in my religion classes when I was younger that it would be a sin to forsake my abilities in art to do something for which I was not intended; meaning, God gave me my abilities to fulfill a purpose. And it just so happens that it makes me happy to do it. Furthermore, Lee University did not fail in its mission when that guy left to pursue a career in culinary arts, however liberal and unorthadox a student he may have been. Rather, it succeeded because it pointed him down a better path. If you ask me, God has a better plan in store for him among his pots, pans, and silverware. He should not be pitied; he'll find God where it makes him happiest. That's all for now.
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