Mr. Armstrong.

I joked with my parents a couple times before I got here about fact that I now attend a "home school" college, but today it seemed almost true. This morning I had a meeting with the campus minister, Ashlee Alley. She talked with me about joining the Discipleship Southwestern program this spring and what that would entail. While we were chatting about campus, my classes, and different clubs I have the opportunity to be involved in, I offhandedly mentioned that I had a class this evening at 10:40 p.m. She laughed at me and said I must be mistaken because they would never have scheduled a class at that time. I giggled, cackled, and snorted politely along with her and then said, "That's what I thought, but my advisor told my mother otherwise on the phone". She then stared at me a moment and said, "Nope. I'm positive it is a typo. It should be a.m."
Well at the risk of being wrong and missing my first class of The Jazz Story - which would be a REAL shame - I decided just to stop by where my class was and see if anyone was assembled. Guess what? It turns out that they DON'T schedule classes that go until midnight. SURPRISE! I'm really glad that I went by and got to listen to an hour of Miles Davis and then tell my instructor afterwards what the piece "did for me". When I say that it seems like a "home school" or "fake" college I mean that it seems like people really don't take anything seriously around here. It's kinda of exciting and relaxing to not worry as much over classes and trivial things and be able to get up in the morning and do my devotions and drink my coffee without thinking about cell biology or critical thinking.
More exciting than that though, is the fact that I am going on the Discipleship retreat this weekend. If I haven't met anyone by then I will definitely come back from "camping?" with life-long buddies. If anything can bond people it's going to the bathroom in the woods and knocking sticks together.

When I was getting ready this morning I was listening to Hillsong United on Pandora and a song that repeated the lyrics, "You are all I need" came on. I have sang that song countless times over the year at church, youth group, several camps, and conferences, and have never really had to be in a situation where I feel like I really DO have nothing but God. In the last couple days I have realized that I really have nothing left to cling to.
I don't know many people here, but that will change soon. The only thing that will be the same tomorrow and the days to come is the fact that even if I never make any friends for the rest of my life, I will still have Jesus.
Later this evening I met some girls in my discipleship group and some girls on my floor. I am also being recruited for the cheerleading squad, but we'll see how that goes. Busy first day of classes and I am pooped. Watching Some Kind of Wonderful and laying in my QUEEN sized dorm bed. Yes, I may have pushed my two beds together because... I can. It's pretty awesome.

Lance Armstrong is the biker, Neil Armstrong is the astronaut, and Louis Armstrong is the musician. Don't get that wrong in jazz class. It could be embarrassing for you.