Just imagine all the bro moments we’d have if we both end up at FUS. :P
..also refuted their own argument.
The minute hand finally turns.
The end of the day announcements come on, but I’m almost certain that no one’s listening. Not even me.
The bell eventually rings.
I turn in my last final of the year and walk out of Room 416, suddenly engulfed in the craziness and madness that was the end of the school year.
Air horns blared out throughout the hall. To the left of me, a group of senior jocks were screaming random obscenities. To the right, sophomore girls were proclaiming their undying love for each other with a goodbye along the lines of “OMG GIRLIE DON’T FORGET TO TEXT ME.”
Shouts and laughter filled the air. Books were tossed away; lockers emptied.
Freshmen were relishing the fact that they’ll no longer be at the bottom of the food chain next year. Sophomores were left to worry about the upcoming, dreaded junior year. And as for the juniors - well, I guess I can only speak for myself on this one.
Because unlike most of the other juniors in my school who were rejoicing in the fact that next year, we’d be the kings and queens of Justin-Siena High School, I actually said to myself, in utter disbelief,
“I don’t think I’m ready to be a senior.”
It was all too surreal for me.
Dropping AP Bio on my schedule for the second year in a row?
Nagging my counselor about it again like I did last summer?
My future GPA just can’t handle the presssuuurreeee.
First off, I just want you to know that no matter how bleak or dim the future seems, know that with Christ there is always hope. Trust
me Him. (:
2 Corinthians 4:16-18
Know that you’re loved regardless of what society or anyone else might say. You are fearfully and wonderfully made by a God who’s madly in love with you. He loves you just as you are and whenever He looks at you, He smiles and recognizes that He wouldn’t have you any other way.
I have to admit, I’m not exactly an expert when it comes to eating disorders (though I have struggled and continue to struggle with my self-image) but here’s a thread on Catholic Answers that addresses some of the concerns raised by these eating disorders and how one can overcome them.
As always, I’d recommend prayer for whatever you are going through. I’m sure that God knows your pain and all the things you’ve been through, and He longs to heal you and help you find your worth. There’s no particular prayer I would suggest, so long as you do pray. Keep in mind that prayer doesn’t necessarily have to consist in stringing beautiful words together or going to church to pray for hours on end. Simply abandon yourself to the love, mercy, and grace of God. Empty out your heart to Him. He will listen.
Know that I’ll be keeping you in my prayers. Remember to smile and be happy because God truly loves us immeasurably and sees the beauty in each and every one of us, and He longs to hold us in His arms, even in the midst of our suffering and trials.
closertothelost replied to your post: A week ago, it was George Michael. Yesterday it was Shakira. Today it’s Carly Rae Jepsen.
HEY I JUST MET YOU AND THIS IS CRAZY BUT I’M A TEXTBOOK SO STUDY ME MAYBE
BEFORE YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE MY BRAIN WAS SO GLAD
Seriously though, why am I having the most annoying songs stuck in my head during finals? It doesn’t help that I’m sleep deprived either. -.-
It’s a pretty broad topic, but I just wanted to know your thoughts or opinions.
Hi there. =]
Aw, c’mon St. Hubert. You let a brother down today.
At least, that’s what my gut tells me. I could not focus on what I was doing on my pre-calc final today, whatsoever.
I guess it was wrong of me though to be complacent the night before though. Excuses like the following raced through my head last night:
- Well, math comes naturally for me. I’m Asian. No need to study.
- I just need a 60% to ace the class. Mathematically speaking, I should be content in just studying 3 of 5 chapters for the final.
- Why of course, Joseph.. Playing Doodle Jump is way more productive than studying these polar graphs. Silly you.
While I can’t really be sure of how I actually did on that final, I will say though that during the time I was taking it, my mind was literally going crazy - desperately trying to remember formulas I never studied, and attempting to ignore the fact that I randomly had Shakira songs playing in the back of my mind THE WHOLE TIME.
As if that weren’t enough, there was a random fire drill ten minutes into the test.
During finals week.
Specifically during my math final.
Which led me to believe at the time, that:
a. I was seriously going to lose it.
b. It would have been impossible for me to finish the final on time.
c. I must have been insane to have “Hips Don’t Lie” on repeat in my mind.
d. St. Hubert was probably having a good laugh in Heaven.
Then again, sometimes life just does that to you.
Thanks for the kind words, anon! =]
Though strictly speaking, I probably shouldn’t be calling you MY followers when we all know who we’re supposed to be following first and foremost. :P
However, it’s really humbling to know that there are people out there who appreciate what I write and post on my own blog - since in many ways, I created this blog with the hopes of evangelizing others and bringing others to Christ. So thanks for following!
You could think of this blog as a journal of my thoughts, a website dedicated to Christ, or a goodie bag filled with random bits of humor, sarcastic commentary, or things I’m interested in. Whatever it is, I sure hope you enjoy.
For more about me, check out this page (I’ve recently updated by “About Me” page for all you old-time followers out there).
For anything else, hit up my ask box. And PLEAAASE don’t be afraid to drop by and say hi. c:
This is a question my parents and myself have found ourselves asking sometimes since we have relatives who have either fallen away from the Church or have become lukewarm in their faith. And I once had a friend who was Catholic and suddenly became atheist. I also have friends who drive me crazy because they’re not as Catholic as they should be or they don’t necessarily take their faith as seriously as they could.
Admittedly, it is hard to bring someone back to church without sounding arrogant, condescending, or irritating, but try to be patient with the person and try to love them even more for it. Even St. Monica had to pray many many years for her son, St. Augustine, to undergo a spiritual conversion. We can’t really know for sure what that person might be going through or what he or she might be feeling, so it’s always important to do all things with a spirit of love, humility, and understanding.
Believe me, this is easier said than done.
St. Monica cried many tears for her son (who was Christian and became pagan, lived a worldly life, had a mistress.. among other things) but in the end, God heard her prayers and His mercy prevailed.
Remember that in a sense, there’s nothing we can do for that person by our own efforts, for it’s only with and through God’s grace that we are able to do all things, and only God can work in that person’s soul.
But the one thing we can do is pray for that person and try to be a reminder of God’s love and mercy in their lives. I know that telling someone, “I’ll pray for you” might not seem like much on the surface and it seems really clichè, but never ever underestimate the power of prayer!
Another thing: we can’t give what we don’t have, so maybe in a way, we could see these experiences as opportunities to grow in our own faith and strive to be better examples for others to follow, all for the greater glory of God.
I guess this is all I got for now, but feel free to message me again if you have any more questions.
I hear this word thrown around a lot while describing the Mass.
Let me be frank with you: It’s simply not possible. If it’s boring you, you need to read up on what’s actually happening, I’d say, because for me… Well:
When heaven meets earth and God is physically present in our space, in our world, that’s just not boring.
Not in Latin. Not in French. Not in Italian. Not in Spanish. Not in English.
Everything else is a minor detail… It’s okay to have a preference, but nothing’s worth dwelling on if it takes away from this fact; from the reality that you and everyone around you gets to partake in this amazing ceremony in which God meets you and literally comes to dwell within you.
“The next time you’re in church, or anywhere for that matter, and you’re feeling bored, don’t even ask yourself, ‘Why is this so boring?’ Let me give you a replacement question. Ask yourself, ‘Why am I not enraptured?’” - Fr. Stan Fortuna