How I Ended Up at a Hotel For My Six Month Anniversary and Other Stories

September 16, 2008 at 10:14 pm (Real Life, Relationships) (, , , , , )

So, we’ll get to the title story later. I’m sure you’re all anxious to know what in the world I, Katherine Mitchell, mean by such a statement, but there is a time and a place. Part of me must maintain a normal flow of time.

So, yes. Sam and I have now officially been dating for six months. Which is a very long time, I think. And most people would agree–there are always the scoffers. Anyways, last Friday was our Six-Month date. And it was quite an adventure, as the title suggests. Before we even left, Sam met me with a bouquet of white daisies and a red rose. Gorgeous flowers from a wonderful boy. After I got those safely in my room, we left for dinner at a nice little Japanese Steakhouse in Little Rock. Much like Kobe’s, for those in Nashville who know what that is, but a little smaller and more cozy. The tables weren’t quite as big, so it was a little more personal. Incredible food, though. Oh my goodness, I have never seen so much food! I ate until I was ready to burst, and still had enough for lunch the next day. That was a lot of fun, and SO much better than caf food. Then again, most prison food is better than the caf….but that’s an entirely different post.

From there we headed to a mall that had a Build-A-Bear. Sam had decided that we should go and make me a bear to keep Poptart company while I’m away studying with Sam. So, we went in and picked out a bear. Sam got to dance around during the Heart Ceremony. I wish I’d had a camera to tape it, because he was spinning and jumping and laughing like a crazy person. Since he is a crazy person, it makes much more sense. We picked out some clothes, and then dubbed the cute bear Strawberry. So, she’s now chilling with Poptart in my room while I sit in the lab and make sure Sam studies for his tests this week.

Well, from there we went to see “Burn After Reading,” the new Brad Pitt and George Clooney movie. I’ve heard it described as hilarious, which I wouldn’t really say. It had some very funny parts, but also some rather macabre scenes. In the end, I was confused as to what kind of movie it was really supposed to be. Plus, the characters weren’t all that likeable, making it a little difficult to grow attached to anyone. But, a decent movie, in the end. Likely to end up some cult classic or something. Or maybe a box office hit. Who knows? The public is weird. Let’s just say that, at the end of the movie, Sam and I were laughing as we asked each other what the heck had we just watched. So, mixed experience.

Well, at this point, we were far from the beaten path of Google maps. We had directions back, but they were from the other side of town. So, we asked someone before we left the theater, and she kindly gave us directions to the Interstate. Or I think it was the Interstate. This is probably why I don’t drive in unfamiliar places. So, we set off. And after driving a good ways away from any of the large developed areas, we decided it would probably be smart to stop and ask directions. But, it was about 11:30 at this point, and apparently most of Little Rock doesn’t stay open that late.

What to do? With crufew creeping up, we decided to stop at the next place we saw. An Embassy Suites. How fortunate. So, I didn’t want to sit in the creepy hotel parking lot at nearly midnight, and decided to walk in with Sam. I can only imagine how it appeared, especially given the extraordinary smile the guard gave us as we strolled in. Two young people, smiling, holding hands, walking up to the reception desk of the hotel at 11:30. Everyone seemed slightly disappointed when we only asked for directions.

We got back on the road (and then realized that we had, in fact, gone to a hotel for our six month anniversary. Something many of my friends found entirely too funny to let die), and made it back safe and sound minutes before curfew. It was an adventure, especially after one or two extra wrong turns that had us wandering the back roads of Arkansas for a little while. But, with company like that, who minds a few extra minutes of driving? Plus, I kinda learned how to read a map. Shocking, I know.

Well, that’s about all the news that’s fit to read. Nothing too wild going on, besides the insane tide of tests slowly drowning all of my friends. My test week was last week, so this one is a bit of a break. And by bit of a break, I mean only two tests. Isn’t the college life great?

Well, until I get a chance to write again…

Katherine

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A Benediction

September 5, 2008 at 6:28 pm (Random Thoughts, Real Life, Spiritual) (, , , )

May God bless us with discomfort at easy answers, half-truths, and superficial relationships, so that we may live deep within our hearts.

May God bless us with anger at injustice, oppression, and exploitation of people, so that we may work for justice, freedom and peace.

May God bless us with tears to shed for those who suffer from pain, rejection, starvation and war, so that we may reach out our hands to comfort them and turn their pain into joy.

And may God bless us with enough foolishness to believe that we can make a difference in this world, so that we can do what others claim cannot be done.

Amen.

So, I recently made a video for HUmanity. It was lots of fun, though it was raining during filming, and I thought it would beĀ  a good way to introduce the Freshmen to what our group was all about. It consisted of me and three others reading the above blessing, spliced together. So, pretty much, the video hopped from person to person each line. We had some great scenery given the topic of the benediction, and one of the guys was kind enough to donate his time taping and editting it.

It was supposed to show during announcements after chapel. No one got to see it.

I figured, at first, that it just hadn’t turned out well. Or that there hadn’t been enough time to get it all together. But that wasn’t it at all, I discovered. The video couldn’t be shown because Calea and I were praying in it.

That annoys me quite a bit. Though I am not one to say women should be preachers, should lead worship, etc, this wasn’t either of those. We weren’t praying, but reading a benediction. And it wasn’t in worship. In fact, a girl read the transcript during the announcements.

I understand Harding has to hold to certain standards. No, I don’t think a woman should lead in chapel. But is it now wrong for me to say God Bless? It’s the same idea, right? Am I not allowed to talk about God? Should I even be allowed to ask a question n my Bible class or speak my opinion? How far does this go?

Now, while I will probably never support women leading worship (it’s a personal thing and it has to do with different roles in the body), I know women did things in the early church. They are called to be silent with the men in regards to prophecy, tongues, etc. The had to cover their heads while praying. Of course, that could be silent prayer. As stated, though, I think leading worship is the man’s job. Sorry guys, but the responsibility’s yours.

My problem is when I feel as if I can’t speak about God at all in a public assembly here. What if I wanted to make an announcement and talked about how God lead me to whatever it was I felt so strongly about? The end of the year, Seniors make speeches. They are very careful to make sure the girls speak after the closing prayer, but would I then not be able to speak about God’s role in my life? That’s a pretty big part.

So, I’m not really sure why I’m writing this. I guess I’m just ranting a bit. I think they take a rule to the point of absurdity. I’m not calling for any massive change, either. I’m not entirely sure where I even stand on the policy. I don’t know where the line should be. But, I have my convictions which are standing sure. It’s just that I sometimes don’t know exactly what I am supposed to do if I want to express myself.

It’s frustrating. It sometimes feels like my religion cannot be of use to anyone else because I am female. I don’t think that was ever the intention. No, I should not be a church leader. But I do have a voice. I do have a story.

I want to show you that you can help. I want to be able to make a difference with my faith.

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