I feel that I owe quite the blog post since it’s been such a lengthy time since my last post. Sunday was a successful day since I spent it with TWO NEW INDIAN FRIENDS! Never would I have ever thought that that would be such a heavy goal weighing in my mind for quite some time in my life. However, indeed that is one goal that I have persevered for, and I’m rather proud that I’ve managed to make two friends; at least I hope they’re friends. Tiffany, Rita and I went to a concert at another college that Vipul and his friend, Goth scored us tickets to. I had no idea that Indian people loved death metal so much. I’m slowly learning to embrace it, barely, but it helps to make the bands seem almost humorous so I pretend that they’re all wearing footy pajamas. It actually works most of the time. We even were able to go to the front of the crowd, which would have been even cooler if it would have been a band that I knew, but I still got to head bang, and I still created stares with every move I made, so yes, the concert was an extreme success. Also, the reason that I know, with absolute certitude that Vipul and I will become great friends is because he has actually hugged Johnny Depp. There is no bond greater that the connection of Johnny Depp, and yes, so his story is better than mine, but I still maintain that Johnny and I made eye contact.
After the concert, Rita and I went to an Assembly of God service, and it was absolutely beautiful. It was the youth night, and it filled my soul to the brim. I was skeptical at first, because the pastor was making a metaphor about us being the salt of the earth, and she got a little too absorbed with the salt for a moment, but she ended up posing an extremely captivating thought. Christ calls us to be the salt of the earth, because salt is genuine. No matter what you put salt in, you can always taste the salt. It doesn’t take on any other form of flavor; salt tastes like salt. Also, salt preserves. Whenever you want to keep a food from spoiling, you put it with salt. Well, Christ calls us to be authentic and to preserve. I honestly never thought a jar of salt could turn into such a profound idea. Touché.
Yesterday we had school, which I’m actually not used to since we haven’t had school in so long, but it was productive. We learned about Economics, which I am learning to appreciate more and more with every passing class period. Who would ever have thought that I would learn so much about Economics and actually enjoy it? The only thing that distracts me sometimes from listening is the awesome stache that the economics professor sports during our class. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an excellent professor, but he also has an awesome moustache. I feel that this should not go unnoticed.
Today was actually an incredibly interesting day of class. For Sociology, we had a different professor from our regular one, and he talked mostly about love and sex from Plato’s Symposium. We learned about Aristophanes and his story of what caused homosexuality and heterosexuality, even though these terms weren’t coined at that time. Seriously, I was actually engaged the entire time during class. I was so pumped that we were being taught something interesting, and more important that the professor was incredibly passionate about what he was teaching. However, I have begun to notice that Xavier’s is much like high school. Let me give you an example. I believe that when I was in Junior High, I mostly stopped laughing at the terms “sex” and “genitals” and all that jazz. Interestingly enough, the men and women of Xavier’s have yet to get that out of their system. Every time that our professor said “those” words, there were tides of giggles rippling through the classroom, and I just couldn’t believe that college students were still laughing at terms such as those. It’s truly a phenomenon.
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