0165-0180: exhaustion.

It has been a long week of firsts, but I am finally in a routine.  I know my favorite (and least favorite) times of the week, and can better prepare.  I have planned almost all my major projects, and I know I’ll survive the semester.

Right now, I just got back from the dishroom.  Yes, I work in a dishroom on campus.  The only cafeteria open on Labor Day.  The tray accumulator broke multiple times.  The conveyor also broke, so I spent most of the evening acting as a human conveyor, running back and forth with heavy stacks of trays and plates.  I cleaned every apparatus in that dishroom at the end of the night.

I returned to my dorm 45 minutes later than usual.  My fingers were swollen from absorbing so much water.  And now I can sympathize some with pregnant women, because my feet were swollen too. 

Tonight, I need to count my blessings.  More desperately than ever.  And so:

0165:  Courage needed for my creative nonfiction class.
0166:  Luther & Calvin.  Just a fun class, with a fun professor, and good friends.
0167:  Honest friends, who speak encouraging truth. 
0168:  American literature.  It’s going to be fun. :)
0169:  Laughter.  I laughed so much this week.
0170:  No 8 AMs!
0171:  Direction in choosing extracurriculars.
0172:  Time & determination to accomplish everything needed.
0173:  60-70 degree weather. Finally.
0174:  Warriors.  Worship in the dark.
0175:  Disney music.
0176:  Hallmates who make a bad night after work better.
0177:  “Who shall bring any charge against God’s elect?  It is God who justifies.  Who is to condemn?  Christ Jesus is the one who died—more than that, who was raised—who is at the right hand of God, who indeed is interceding for us.”
0178:  Oh, how He loves us so.
0179:  Now You are sitting on Your heavenly throne/Soon we will be coming home…
0180:  “With no taint of what we should now call self-approval, she will most innocently rejoice in the thing that God has made her to be, and the moment which heals her old inferiority complex for ever will also drown her pride…If God is satisfied with the work, the work may be satisfied with itself; ‘it is not for her to bandy compliments with her Sovereign.’” (C. S. Lewis)