An Interesting Addition to My Interesting Day

Well, the day got more interesting. When I went to get dinner at Moe's, I locked my keys in my car. SWELL! I called my friend David Ash, and he picked me up to take me to VFC (Volunteers for Christ). After VFC, David took me to my house which is quite a distance from my locked car. We get to my house, and what could be the worst thing? None of my housemates were home!! How was I supposed to get in when my keys were locked in my car? I don't have their phone numbers, and no one could help. What did me and David do? We broke in, of course. The whole time I was thinking, "Great! The police will show up any minute now." I'm not going to tell you how we got in, but it was very complicated and involved a screwdriver. We got inside, and I got my spare car key. He drove me back to my car; I got in and went home. Now, I sit here telling you all this excitedly because the day is OVER!

An Interesting Day

I'm sitting in a computer lab listening to Duke Ellington for my Jazz in American Culture class and pausing from working on a lab report for Microbiology on biofilms--hence why I am pausing. Now, if you new my class schedule, you would be saying, "But Travis, shouldn't you be in Microbiology right now?" Well, that is why I figure that I will take some time to talk about the interesting day I've had so far and it's barely even noon.

It all started this morning at home at 9:00. Again, if you new my class schedule, you would be saying, "But Travis, shouldn't you be in Physics right now?" I had decided to skip Physics because my regular professor was not going to be there, and I didn't feel like trying to listen to some new guy that would do things differently anyway. By the time 10:25 came along, I had gotten out of the shower, had gotten dressed, and had packed my backpack. Micro didn't start until 11:10, so I decided to get online and update the Word of the Day section of my blog and to also email my biofilm lab report to myself so that I could work on it on campus. I got offline, went out to my car, and left for campus. It was 10:37. I thought, "I'm doing just fine. I'll be on time." I drove about a mile down the road and realized that when I got online I forgot (which is a common action I perform) to email myself the lab report. I had to turn around and rush home to email it to myself. When I left the house the second time, it was 10:46. I thought, "OK. I can still make it." So, I headed for campus again. I was about 3/4 (or closer) of the way to campus when what should stop traffic at 10:57? A TRAIN! A train on barely used tracks that has never stopped me there before! I was broken. I thought, "MAN! I was gonna make it." Was this a fast moving train? Nope. SSSSSSSSSSSllllllllooooooowwwwwllllllyyyyyy, the train passed. I was doomed not to make it. As I got to campus, class had already started. I didn't make it. So, I just parked my car and decided to head to the computer lab, work on my lab report, and wait for Jazz. 1 out of 3 classes today....not exactly a good average.

Rejoicing in Suffering

Romans 5
1 Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. 2 Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. 3 More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, 4 and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, 5 and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.

Just take some time to thank God for your sufferings, and rejoice in them because we have peace with God because of Jesus Christ. Make a time of stress or sorrow into praise.

I would love to hear from people about these verses.

What's in a name?

In hopes that this story will never have to be told EVER again, I will enlighten everyone to the name Squatty. This will also explain the line stating "Wisdom that is slightly short and can't jump high either for that matter."

It all started my freshman year of college. I was playing kickball with people from Volunteers for Christ. At one particular--and enduring--point of the game, I was playing first base. A guy by the name of Stuart Daniels was kicking. He kicked the ball to the third baseman. Now, forgetting the fact that I would have had to jump 5 feet in the air to catch the ball, the third baseman launched the ball at me, and I didn't catch it. When Stuart got to first base, he said, "Nice job jumping for that ball." Being the nice guy I am and not wanting to put blame on another player, I said, "Anh, what can I do? I'm kinda short and can't really jump. I'm, you know, kinda squatty."

Squatty ('skwä-tE) adj. 1: low to the ground 2: dumpy

Being 5'10" and 210 lbs., I believe the word was, and still is, accurate. The word soon became my nickname but only in use by Stuart. Only Stuart called me Squatty until, like all good epidemics, the nickname spread rampantly.

So in short (no pun intended), I'm below average height, and I can only jump a few inches.