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Life Lessons from Fast Food

In honor of only having two days left at DQ, I thought I would share some lessons from the summer…

  1. I really like being called Elisabeth. It’s a good name.
  2. I’m really slow. There’s this time chart competition thing, and I’ve been consistently in the low slots. It really hurts my pride. I don’t like coming in last or even close to last. Learning how slow I am has been humbling. I’m really not as great as I think I am.
  3. People are quick to criticize others and even quicker to excuse themselves. I’m pretty sure I learned about this concept in psychology last fall (the Fundamental Attribution Error, perhaps?), and I’m quite sure I heard a sermon or two on it this summer (Hypocrisy/Judgmentalism, perhaps?). Because of this…
  4. Learning to have a patient and meek attitude is invaluable in interactions. I don’t have that anything close to mastered yet, but I hope I developed it at least a little bit this summer.
  5. Speaking of being judgmental, I will be much more understanding next time I have to patronize any sort of fast food place. Maybe the kid behind the counter is a stereotypical fast-food worker type…or maybe she’s just very confuddled by having counted change all day and this simple math problem that you’re asking her to do is inexplicably escaping her. All sorts of numbers are floating in her brain, and so if she stares at you blankly, it could be drugs, or it could be just sheer change-counting tiredness. Give her a break. Please. Because that was totally me several times in the drive through this summer and it was really embarrassing.
  6. Speaking of drugs, if you jokingly remark to one of your coworkers who “sometimes does illegal stuff” that the cop going through the drive through asked to speak to her…she probably won’t think it’s funny. Oops. 
  7. Wearing headsets is gross. You know how much of other people’s ear sweat is in those things? Way more than I want close to me. Too bad I don’t have much of a choice.
  8. The easiest way to make sure you get all your breaks is to take up smoking.
  9. Vanilla shakes are nothing more than milky ice cream. Save your money, people. Especially if you don’t even want the whip cream or the cherry.
  10. America has some very messed up priorities. People who buys their dogs cups of DQ ice cream are crazy. That’s some expensive stuff to just feed to a dog.
  11. Not all high school seniors know if France is a city or a country. Weep for the state of the nation.
  12. Do all things without complaining and disputing, that you may become blameless and harmless, children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world.
  13. People really like justifying themselves. When I ask, as I’m supposed to do, if they want to donate “just $1!” to the Children’s Miracle Network, a surprising percentage of them take the time to explain why they can’t: I did last time, I do that at work, no one ever donates to me, “I’m broke.” (False. If you can afford our ice cream you are NOT broke!) People. I am neither God nor your conscience. I really could not care less why you choose not to donate. Just pull around and give me your money so I can get on to the next customer.
  14. Pop radio is one of the most terrible things I have ever been subjected to. You know how people complain about classical music being boring and all the same and stuff like that? I present to you: basically every pop song I’ve heard. Look at these lyrics:
    One less problem without ya!
    I got!
    One less problem without ya!
    I got!
    One less problem without ya!
    [Ariana Grande:]
    I got one less, one less problem
    [Big Sean:]
    One less problem without ya
    I got!
    One less problem without ya!
    I got!
    One less problem without ya!
    [Ariana Grande:]
    I got one less, one less problem
  15. No job can compare to my library job. Just a few more weeks until I’m back. I can make it.
  16. God is good. From providing work in the first place, to giving me grace shift by shift, to reminding me to do all things without complaining, to granting opportunities to witness…He’s been so good and kind and faithful to me through this entire summer. Will I miss blending blizzards and taking drive through orders? Not at all. But am I glad I got to do both this summer?

Absolutely.

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Know what’s intense?

CAMPING!
Get it?
In-tents?
Sorry not sorry.

I was super privileged to spend last week counseling at the Sr. High week at the Bible camp I grew up going to. (Well, I would have grown up going to it if I had ever grown up.) It was super fabulous and incredibly epic. Need proof?

  1. I got to see my Woofie! She’s pretty much my best friend in the world, and I have missed her turribly this summer. Just a few more weeks and we’ll be together like all the time. Watch out, West Virginia.
  2. I had a crazy cool group of girls. Two had been counselors/jr. counselors previous weeks, so they basically knew everything I didn’t, which was helpful… 😉 The other three included a girl I had counseled way back when she was a junior camper (I felt pretty ancient, not gonna lie), the always sweet younger sister of a girl I had been a tablesetter with, and a new friend who taught me “2.5” and humbled me with her sensitivity to God’s Word, even when it challenged her.
  3. No drama. The thought of Sr. High scared me because previous years had boy probz and dress code probz and just general drama probz and this year was unusually non-dramatic in all those ways. It was refreshing.
  4. I got to see some of my favorite people! You know who you are. Or you would know if you were reading this, which you probably aren’t since you’re working at camp. If you ever get the time to read this, know that I was super happy to see you. I would write your names, but a) breach of privacy and b) I’m paranoid about accidentally forgetting/misspelling/etc. and losing a fabulous friend.
  5. This quote happened: “Your lips move in ways unlike anyone else I’ve ever met!”
  6. This quote happened: “Betsy, you’re beautiful on the inside, not the outside!”
  7. This quote happened: anonymous camper acting as jailor during Capture the Flag upon the occasion of other players being captured and joining me in jail, where I had been imprisoned alone for several minutes: “Shoot, now there are good players in here!”
  8. I got to listen my girls quote hundreds of Bible verses every day.
  9. I had a free piano lesson with Mrs. Ried! I think I’m sort of a professional now.
  10. Someone was saved this week.
  11. This happened.

    My sweet campers made me a giant thank-you card...with chocolate. ;)
    My sweet campers made me a giant thank-you card…with chocolate. 😉
  12. Two words: cherry delight.
  13. The term “sportsing” was a thing.
    Sportsing
  14. I found my new dream: to become a graceful ballerina-like ultimate frisbee player. So far, I’m more of an awkward hippo-like ultimate frisbee player, but that’s a start.
  15. My volleyball team lost to the winning team, so I think that means we came in second place, which is pretty exciting.
  16. We got to talk about tough topics like pride and anger and self-will and repentance and forgiveness and devotion and submission (and, of course, boys–it was Sr. High, after all), and we got to watch God work in hearts.

So basically it was like the best week ever and I want to go back.

 

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College is more than fun

It’s 7:06 (Central Time!) on Saturday night; I’ve been home from school for three whole days now. I’m sitting on the floor in my living room, munching Christmas cookies and watching Murder She Wrote with the family. Just kidding. I’m not actually watching Murder She Wrote. I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. I just throw in a snide comment every now and then.

Well. What to write.

I could write about a lot of things: about Sedrick, the Greek genitive plural, and demons; about cranberries, imprecatory prayers, and car accidents; about caroling with the Crowites, not dancing, and eating the Vans’ ice cream; about playing Imaginiff, cat costumes, and He’s Just Not That Into You; about celebrating with Jenna, non-alcoholic beverages, and chocolates (and we have a lot more to celebrate when we get back!!); about Bojangle’s, traffic, and “beautiful” fog; about playing Curses, being a rap star, and calling Jenny “Hepzibah”; about accidentally welcoming guests with insults and wine glasses; about archeology finals, “river people,” and mental maps; about being home, sleeping, and eating.

I could write about those things. But I’m not going to, not right now. Continue reading “College is more than fun”