We Perservere... Wait, What Time is It?!?

as time progresses on this second year of my higher education, i have taken in to note several changes that have come to surface. this realization was all spurred by the viewing of our home movies recorded here last year which i then compared to my present state here this year. first off, i have changed physically. my face is very different than last year, and my voice seems to have changed a few frequencies as well. i think that is directly responsible to working at the pool this summer. that probably put more years on my face than any amount of growing up ever has. the second thing i realized is how different the environment is this year. last year i was crazy and spontanious. we all had the world by our pockets and we ran a muck. this year, however, we friends have been split up across campus. some of us have left (chun we miss you), and some of us have new responsibilities. it came to me that the years to come will never be like my freshman year, and that was an incredible year full of good memories and good times. i even catch myself walking to my old room and looking around, hearing the voices and laughter that was there a year prior and then waking back up to reality. i am now bound to the responsibility of being an RA. i can no longer be wild and crazy and off the wall because i have to be an example to others. that's a hard realization to grasp for me because spontinuity and excitement is who i am. i am thankful though that i do not have to deal with an even more difficult situation. in a way it is a blessing that we friends have been dispersed across campus because if we were all here in pembroke and everything was close to similar, then i would have to choose between being a good friend, or being responsible, and that would be an even more difficult change than this. we are still in communication though, and the year is young. i suppose i'm more spontanious and exciting this year, two weeks in, than i was last year at this time. i'm going to give it more time to settle because though i feel like i have set back in to my college groove, reality declares that i have not. as for class, tomorrow i have an eight o'clock. how does this make me feel? HORRIBLE! i am the world's worst morning person because the lifestyle of male college existence demands that i be late night. i do most everything at these hours, including homework, straigtening up the room, laundry, and/or songwriting. when morning comes i am dead to everything, and though i wake up for an eight o'clock enough to carry my heavy body to the class, i don't actually mentally wake up until noon anyways. this puts my eight o'clock class on the top of my study list (of course... right under math... my kryptonite). but my schedule isn't nearly as demanding as that of an honors student. this means that i do still have time to be spontanious and yet learn at the same time to better manage my time. having lots of time can often become dissolusioning, but i like it. i can better build upon relationships with people and be creative myself. i don't EVER want to be the type of person that fits others in to a schedule, though sometimes i understand that this is a necessity. i just feel like a chore instead of a friend when others fit me in right next to homework and laundry. it makes me feel like i'm imposing upon valuable time that could be better spent, which makes me feel weird. i'm not really saying that this is wrong or anything, but i don't want other people to feel like that with me. primarily i don't want my family, both present and future, to feel like an agenda. that must just be part of my spontanuity though. or maybe it isn't. maybe it's the experience i've had on the mission field where i was seperated from the almighty american time piece and put on a schedule that had no designated time. things were done according to prioritization instead of by what time my watch said. it was then that i realized what time has become here in this culture. time, more or less, has become a god that we worship. evolutionists give it credit for creation, it is omnipresent, it cannot be destroyed, it slowly kills us, and there's nothing we can do about it but conform to its will. is that the kind of god i wish to worship? how about no! but i do every day. i'll say "sorry God, but it's time for me to do homework so i can't worship You or read Your word." or "sorry God, this is my designated fun hour, i don't have time to pray." so what have we become? maybe we shouldn't be concerned about keeping a good schedule, but prioritizing. in the grand scheme of things, is it more important that you do your laundry at X time, or should you invest in others. should you help a friend in dire need, or should you go to class because it is "time". Of course God expects us to not waste our time being idle in anything, but doing everything in wisdom. it's just that in this it should be God that we are pleasing, and not time. this interesting and random thought came to me last year when a new idea of scheduling was introduced to me. i've also been hurt in relationships where people "fit me in" when i needed them. so let us try this then. let us compromise the schedule and priority with a prioritized schedule. we have the things marked down (if you need to actually write it down) in the day that we need to do, and an estimated time alloted for us to do it, but then we have priorities as well. things that we will do that just might run in to something else. a problem someone has that they come to me with, just might interrupt class time, but they are the priority because on my death bed, my schedule will mean jack squat.
but let me wrap this up. maybe i'm totally off in my thinking with this concept or maybe i'm not. if i have any new revelations, i'll be sure to inform you. all i have to say in finish is that don't take advantage of those who do have a shedule, making them feel bad that they don't spend time with you. that's selfish on your behalf (self convicting statement). don't get ticked off with people that don't have a schedule because they just might not need one. and all of those who have interrupted their schedule for me, making me a priority: there is nothing in the world that feels better than such a sacrifice as that, and if push comes to shove, i will wear stinky socks and a dirty shirt for one more day if you need me during laundry time. peace and love.