SECOND SEMESTER STARTS TOMORROW!
But first off, I just have two stories to share in one go, so get ready for a really, really really long post...
Story the 1st: Completing my G2 insurance ain't gon' stop me from going to church!
The title of this story is pretty self-explanatory, I got my G1 last November with one of my homies, and over the Christmas break, I attended the insurance course which would discount my future car insurance cost by 15%ish... and it would also shorten my lineup time for the G2 road test by four months.
So the after the first lesson, my uncle and I were talking about the course and all that, he was being very nitpicky about how this course was a time waster and didn't need to exist and in the old times this would never have been implemented or heard of.
I let that slide, he is almost 70, so I'll give him that.
And then he figured out that the four-day course would last from Thursday to Sunday.
He then went on saying, "So you have class on Sunday, are you not going to go to church then?"
My uncle is not Christian, and so he actually disliked me and my aunt going to church or attending other religious activities(even the walkathons our church would host, smh). He must've been a little smug at that, but I just simply said(it wasn't even a lie, this was my actual plan), "I'm just not going to be able to attend Sunday school, what's so bad about that? Even if it means my lunch is gonna be a little rushed, I'm still attending the main service."
He didn't talk again after that, I felt a glimmer of pride, for my faith, and for the fact that I had managed to defend what I believed and upheld in the face of the conformations of the world.
Okay, maybe it doesn't sound that fancy, but to me, it felt like a pretty big accomplishment.
So yeah, driving ain't gon' stop me from going to church, it's only going to help me get there.
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Story the 2nd: Sobbing as I pet the cat
Ever heard of CO?
Maybe you've heard of its full name - carbon monoxide.
It's a scary killer, and I was feeling all the symptoms of it today.
I was home alone tonight, my aunt and uncle attending some extended relative's birthday party, before I was going to cook dinner for myself(yes, I am a functional human who can look after herself thanks) I felt real lightheaded. Like no kidding! I was so tired I could fall asleep standing up.
Then I still felt real tired after dinner, I only felt a little better when washing the dishes and listening to fingerstyle guitar covers. And then, it finally dawned on me, the cat(even after being fed) was constantly meowing and leading me to the door.
I opened it, and a gust of cold, but fresh, night air came whooshing towards my face. I was instantly awake, so I thought, there must be carbon monoxide in the house, or gas because Minion(the cat's name) can smell it even though I can't!
In fear of the cat's life, my life, and possibly my aunt and uncle's lives(since they would come home and inhale the gas or whatever), I opened three windows, two on the upper floor and one on the ground floor.
Still, not entirely better, but better than before.
(To be honest, there is nothing scarier than being home alone with a cat because you don't know whether the bumps in the night are the cat or a home invasion)
So when the windows were wafting fresh air through, I went back to my computer to watch Jacksepticeye's playthrough of the Shadow of the Colossus remastered, I felt tired again, almost instantly. So I went online and looked to see if it was the blue light getting to me after 3 hours of use.
The good ol' interwebs said: TAKE A BREAK!
And I did, practicing my band parts and playing other nice songs.
Better, but not quite still.
Then the cat kept coming into my room as if she was enjoying my music.
Then she got ambitious and tried to get onto my bed, after which I put down my violin and shooed her out, and sat with her in the corridor and petted her.
I got really scared all of a sudden like I was stressed and scared of an impending doom or something.
TL;DR I thought God was going to take me away.
And as a part of my human nature... I didn't want to die.
(the night wind is really nice, I've never realized that my room was this warm)
So, I was sitting in the hall, with a white cat rubbing itself all over me and I was petting it too and scared that I was going to die tonight.
And so this poor girl, with an attention-seeking white cat, started singing Whom shall I fear(by Chris Tomlin).
And then she started crying.
Because she was so scared.
Honestly, the feeling is almost indescribable.
I was seeking assurance, and comfort in God, saying that "Dear Lord, it's okay if I die tonight, but I'm scared, and I am most definitely not ready, but do what you must, but I'm also scared to bits."
And I kept crying in spurts as I did my laundry, and changing my bedsheets, and listening to more praise songs on Spotify because in my crying, fearful state I just couldn't sing anymore.
And then, I was full of anxiety that I would have to be alone a lot longer because my aunt and uncle left at 5:30 and still weren't back(they're back now).
The crying lasted for about half an hour, in and out of lapses.
(okay wow my room is really cold now, sigh, O Canada...)
And then it got all better, there was a supernatural peace that stole over me, and I stopped crying, and I started reading. I read blogs, devotions, testimonies, anything that I could find out this sudden "I feel like I'm going to die" emotion moved by singing a single praise song.
After a bit of digging, it's a gift from the Holy Spirit called the "gift of tears" or "gift of emotion".
Wow.
Perhaps I felt that I was straying, and God helped me get back on track with him.
This gave me some motivation to start reading the Bible, start to finish(yes, without skipping Numbers) for real, and think of the great plan that God has for me.
Today, certainly, my time is not yet up.
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Sorry 'bout my inactivity!
First semester has been one of the most intense semesters ever, but don't worry, tomorrow hails the start of the second semester and it will be a lot chiller than ever.
Alright, as a bit of a reminiscing, uh, flash to the past, or whatever, I will post a single entry of my exam predictions for physics(cos that's basically the only one I've come to actually calculate). Yeah.
24/1
Subject: Physics
Feeling: Yup, I failed(asian failed) big time
Revision rate: I started doing notes after Christmas Break(cos Christmas break was devoted entirely to Biology) and I crammed the equations the day before
Predicted marks: Now I did calculate my minimum, it's a glorious 72.8%, ugh, I could have done better... why did I even choose Physics anyways... I should have dropped it, like seriously.... sigh...
