I've posted a lot of silly stuff on here lately, and I plan to post many more silly blog entries, but today is a little different. So, I am in a class this semester called Library Media Education and in this class I am being taught how to use the library and about childrens' books and things of that nature. Originally, I thought I would really like this class, and I still think I might really like it if I had a different professor. Don't get me wrong, she's a nice lady, but the class is SO unorganized and I never know when anything is due, and that is probably due to the fact that nothing has ever been due... until now.
The majority of our grade comes from book reviews. This Saturday I have five book reviews due and next week sometime I have eleven book reviews due. So, in two weeks, I have to complete sixteen book reviews. Not cool. Therefore, this week I have spent a lot of time in the Educational Resource Center (ERC). For the last set of book reviews I had to read one book about a disability, one about a religion different from my own, one about another culture, and two about sexual orientation. It really doesn't take me long to read these books, what takes me so long is finding the stinking things.
Anyways, I was sitting at a table with about twelve childrens' books in front of me, reading away, when a little piece of paper fell out of one of them. It said this: "Feeling no touch, no love, no compassion for the past twelve years has left me wanting so much. I know the one man who can heal me and I must find him."
Crazy, huh? I folded it up and stuck it in my backpack and now I have it hanging on the whiteboard in my room because, whether someone copied this out of a book or was trying to write a poem, or literally felt this way, someone, another human being wrote this note. It drives me nuts to think there are people out there who have never felt love or compassion, especially when this country has always considered itself to be "Christian." Its our job to love people! Its an obligation, its not just something we get to decide to do, we are commanded to love others. I hope that when I am at the end of my life and I stand before God he could not say "You did not show love to everyone you met." I would be so disappointed in myself, and I am! I know that I do not always show love to everyone I come in contact with. But I want to. I have to so that no one will ever leave a note like that in a book in the ERC again.
The majority of our grade comes from book reviews. This Saturday I have five book reviews due and next week sometime I have eleven book reviews due. So, in two weeks, I have to complete sixteen book reviews. Not cool. Therefore, this week I have spent a lot of time in the Educational Resource Center (ERC). For the last set of book reviews I had to read one book about a disability, one about a religion different from my own, one about another culture, and two about sexual orientation. It really doesn't take me long to read these books, what takes me so long is finding the stinking things.
Anyways, I was sitting at a table with about twelve childrens' books in front of me, reading away, when a little piece of paper fell out of one of them. It said this: "Feeling no touch, no love, no compassion for the past twelve years has left me wanting so much. I know the one man who can heal me and I must find him."
Crazy, huh? I folded it up and stuck it in my backpack and now I have it hanging on the whiteboard in my room because, whether someone copied this out of a book or was trying to write a poem, or literally felt this way, someone, another human being wrote this note. It drives me nuts to think there are people out there who have never felt love or compassion, especially when this country has always considered itself to be "Christian." Its our job to love people! Its an obligation, its not just something we get to decide to do, we are commanded to love others. I hope that when I am at the end of my life and I stand before God he could not say "You did not show love to everyone you met." I would be so disappointed in myself, and I am! I know that I do not always show love to everyone I come in contact with. But I want to. I have to so that no one will ever leave a note like that in a book in the ERC again.
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