can't stop thinking about anthony
I guess yesterday was a big day, but it didn't feel like it for some reason. Yesterday morning at about 11 I found out, after 5 long weeks of working on it, that I FINALLY got everything worked out to go to North Park in the Spring. So there it is:
I'm going to North Park University in Chicago in the Spring to major in Youth Ministry.
After I got things worked out between professors to find out about those last few gliches, I was running really late to leave for UW-Madison. I am going to be a full-time student there this fall, filling a last few general education requirements for North Park. I brought up a car-load of stuff for my new apartment and saw my roommates Jenn and Lindsey for the first time in over three months. I have only spent one day with Jenn since last Christmas break; she spent all last semester studying-abroad in New Zealand, and our paths only crossed for one day before I left for Chicago. Our new apartment is beautiful and I'm so excited about living with Lindsey and Jenn, and my roommate Kristen when she is around (she's working full-time this semester in an engineering co-op). At the same time, it's hard. It's a new place and a new situation from this summer, and probably by the time I get used to it, I'll be packing back up again and leaving for Chicago. But I know that for now, I need to stop looking ahead to Christmas break, and just really enjoy my last semester at Madison. Between only taking 12 credits, living in an amazing apartment with some amazing girls, living only 2 houses from Mike, and being involved in some exciting ministries (woooo-whooo UGC!) I think this may be my best semester yet at school.
(is this blog boring? I feel like it is)
So onto Anthony... Last night I drove home from Madison alone at around 9pm, and after stopping to get gas, I accidentally went in the wrong direction a ways, and then ended up driving through Cottage Grove and finally got back to 94-east towards Milwaukee. So my ride home was extra long last night, and gave me a lot of time to think about Anthony.
Anthony is a little 2-year-old boy at CCO (Cornerstone Community Outreach), a shelter that I helped teach VBS at this summer and served dinner at about once a week. When he was in the VBS class, he quickly became one of my favorite little kids ever. Anthony was always sweet and polite and never got angry. Most of the other kids at CCO have very quick tempers, even at young ages, due to their stressful living environment, so Anthony stuck out. He would always smile at me, and ask me for a ball. Most two year olds probably have more toys than they could ever get to playing with, and all little Anthony wanted was a ball. Luckily another CSM group had left one behind, so I brought it with me to CCO one day and stuck his name on it in big permanent marker. (I knew another kid would claim it as their own if I didn't.) And he always wanted someone to toss the ball back and forth with. And he would let other kids join in the game and play with his ball, too, until then ran off with it... and then, with his big cute eyes, he'd look up at me with this sincerely sad face and say, "ball?" But he never got mad or fought to get his ball back, and when he did, he would never hesitate to share it once again.
I miss anthony
I'm going to North Park University in Chicago in the Spring to major in Youth Ministry.
After I got things worked out between professors to find out about those last few gliches, I was running really late to leave for UW-Madison. I am going to be a full-time student there this fall, filling a last few general education requirements for North Park. I brought up a car-load of stuff for my new apartment and saw my roommates Jenn and Lindsey for the first time in over three months. I have only spent one day with Jenn since last Christmas break; she spent all last semester studying-abroad in New Zealand, and our paths only crossed for one day before I left for Chicago. Our new apartment is beautiful and I'm so excited about living with Lindsey and Jenn, and my roommate Kristen when she is around (she's working full-time this semester in an engineering co-op). At the same time, it's hard. It's a new place and a new situation from this summer, and probably by the time I get used to it, I'll be packing back up again and leaving for Chicago. But I know that for now, I need to stop looking ahead to Christmas break, and just really enjoy my last semester at Madison. Between only taking 12 credits, living in an amazing apartment with some amazing girls, living only 2 houses from Mike, and being involved in some exciting ministries (woooo-whooo UGC!) I think this may be my best semester yet at school.
(is this blog boring? I feel like it is)
So onto Anthony... Last night I drove home from Madison alone at around 9pm, and after stopping to get gas, I accidentally went in the wrong direction a ways, and then ended up driving through Cottage Grove and finally got back to 94-east towards Milwaukee. So my ride home was extra long last night, and gave me a lot of time to think about Anthony.
Anthony is a little 2-year-old boy at CCO (Cornerstone Community Outreach), a shelter that I helped teach VBS at this summer and served dinner at about once a week. When he was in the VBS class, he quickly became one of my favorite little kids ever. Anthony was always sweet and polite and never got angry. Most of the other kids at CCO have very quick tempers, even at young ages, due to their stressful living environment, so Anthony stuck out. He would always smile at me, and ask me for a ball. Most two year olds probably have more toys than they could ever get to playing with, and all little Anthony wanted was a ball. Luckily another CSM group had left one behind, so I brought it with me to CCO one day and stuck his name on it in big permanent marker. (I knew another kid would claim it as their own if I didn't.) And he always wanted someone to toss the ball back and forth with. And he would let other kids join in the game and play with his ball, too, until then ran off with it... and then, with his big cute eyes, he'd look up at me with this sincerely sad face and say, "ball?" But he never got mad or fought to get his ball back, and when he did, he would never hesitate to share it once again.
I miss anthony
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