First off I want to start with saying that my title says thirty days, but in reality the project has only 28 days. However, I have kind of fallen in love with this project. I don't think that I will continue it completely, but I think I might continue journaling on here to you guys about my adventures and ideas of life. As I have mentioned before I have two other blogs. One that I write on whenever I want to sort of "preach" about things or write poetically. This blog is usually one of my follower's favorites. http://yourekillingmesmalls23.blogspot.com My other blog is one where I planned one writing everyday about my adventures in college. However, I quickly realized once I got here that not everyday is interesting. So I didn't really follow up with posting everyday. So I have decided that this is where I am going to post about research I have done, revelations about my school work or life plans, and that such. Kind of like a journal to the world on who I plan to be. And this is that blog. http://tideintheaffairsofmencollege.blogspot.com And on this blog (the yes man) I will continue to blog about my adventures, and people I meet. I hope that you stick with me. Please if you have any questions message me! Especially if you want to know about being a "yes man".
This week at Lee University is Mission's week. Mission's week is basically when a lot of people doing mission's work around the world come to our school to talk about what they have done, and try and get us to be passionate about it as well. For those of you who don't know mission's work is when someone goes somewhere (usually a third world country, but can be in the U.S. as well) to do either physical work to help rebuild communities or to spread the love of God.
The frustrating part about this week however is my heart is completely drawn towards mission's work. I want to help whoever I can in any way possible. If I had a lot of money. I would go around the world trying to help whoever I could. Why is this frustrating? Because this week I have person after person firing me up about how much I want to help people, and then they leave. After they leave I am left here a fiery ball of heart break towards those who are suffering with no idea of how to direct my flame of passion. This is the problem with most people who share their missionary. They share with you the heart breaking stories. Some even ask for a donation to help them. That's fine, but what happens if I have no money to help you now, and you just leave me here broken, wanting to help in some way but not knowing how? This is the problem, and this is what frustrates me the most.
On a lighter note, for you, today in class I was asked to do yet another idiotic thing. I stupidly announced that I found I was experiencing more uneventful days with my project than eventful. So a kid in my english class decided he was going to take this opportunity to make me look like an idiot. So he demanded that I talk in third person for the rest of the day. This is probably one of the hardest things I had to do for this project, and I failed miserably. I hate to talk about myself. It's even awkward for me when others talk about me, especially if it's a compliment. So referring to Brooke, makes Brooke feel awkward. So Brooke realized that the boy in her class did not specify exactly how long Brooke was to refer to herself in third person. So Brooke decided that she would refer to herself in third person for the rest of the day. And Brooke failed. Brooke forgot often that she was even supposed to do so. Brooke would try and then halfway through the sentence I would forget and refer to myself in first person, just like this sentence. It was the roughest thing Brooke had to do this project. If you want to give yourself a hard time, talk in third person for the rest of the day.
So this is pretty much all I have for today. Hope you enjoyed it! Talk to you soon!
This week at Lee University is Mission's week. Mission's week is basically when a lot of people doing mission's work around the world come to our school to talk about what they have done, and try and get us to be passionate about it as well. For those of you who don't know mission's work is when someone goes somewhere (usually a third world country, but can be in the U.S. as well) to do either physical work to help rebuild communities or to spread the love of God.
The frustrating part about this week however is my heart is completely drawn towards mission's work. I want to help whoever I can in any way possible. If I had a lot of money. I would go around the world trying to help whoever I could. Why is this frustrating? Because this week I have person after person firing me up about how much I want to help people, and then they leave. After they leave I am left here a fiery ball of heart break towards those who are suffering with no idea of how to direct my flame of passion. This is the problem with most people who share their missionary. They share with you the heart breaking stories. Some even ask for a donation to help them. That's fine, but what happens if I have no money to help you now, and you just leave me here broken, wanting to help in some way but not knowing how? This is the problem, and this is what frustrates me the most.
On a lighter note, for you, today in class I was asked to do yet another idiotic thing. I stupidly announced that I found I was experiencing more uneventful days with my project than eventful. So a kid in my english class decided he was going to take this opportunity to make me look like an idiot. So he demanded that I talk in third person for the rest of the day. This is probably one of the hardest things I had to do for this project, and I failed miserably. I hate to talk about myself. It's even awkward for me when others talk about me, especially if it's a compliment. So referring to Brooke, makes Brooke feel awkward. So Brooke realized that the boy in her class did not specify exactly how long Brooke was to refer to herself in third person. So Brooke decided that she would refer to herself in third person for the rest of the day. And Brooke failed. Brooke forgot often that she was even supposed to do so. Brooke would try and then halfway through the sentence I would forget and refer to myself in first person, just like this sentence. It was the roughest thing Brooke had to do this project. If you want to give yourself a hard time, talk in third person for the rest of the day.
So this is pretty much all I have for today. Hope you enjoyed it! Talk to you soon!
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