Post CBS

For those who weren’t at CBS 3rd Term, this post will be full of nonsense, and you will question where my sanity has gone. Rest assured, I am fine, still your Diane, and this post is my effort to invoke sentimental feelings for when I look back in the future. (Yeah! Reread that one!) I apologize for any feelings of rejection you might feel for not understanding the inside jokes. Please forgive me, and you’ll understand when it’s your turn.

The goal of this post is to show all you people who have never gone or come back from CBS how hard it is to adjust to normal life, where no one gets the jokes, recognizes the names, or cares about your term papers. You might ask, “What’s it like to come home from CBS? What can I expect? Will I ever be the same?

Terrifying. Exhausting.

Expect withdrawal, moodiness, exhaustion, melancholies, and loneliness. And exhaustion. Did I mention exhaustion?

No, you will never be the same.

I could close this post with that. I could be aloof and stick my nose up in the air and say, “You wouldn’t understand.” I could give you the impression that CBS is a dangerous place, that you have to be careful and cling tightly to your worldview that worked just fine before you came. By closing this post right now, I would display to you that returning from CBS makes a person moody.

Well, maybe it does! And maybe you’ll just have to be OK with that!

Haha, I see what you did there.

Ugh, my mind is tormenting me. That voice, that phrase, does not match my surroundings. I’m at home now, it is familiar but cold, not in the wild frontier of CBS, where everything was new and fresh, but the sun shone.

Dude, shake it off!

Heh, OK. I’ll shake it off. Watch me shake it off! CBS is a wonderful place full of laughter, candy, and volleyball! Where segregation is happily nonexistent, and friends are everywhere!

Yeah, like a BOSS, woman!

Where cliques happen accidentally! Hopes and dreams are built on glances! Egos are flattened by a 79%! Fast day comes every week! And personal space disappears!

Totes. Totes.

Haha, remember that one time when Alvin totally joined the Christian Womanhood class for 60 seconds until he realized he was in the wrong classroom? Or when three girls went on a wild peacock chase?

Total Eff Aye Eye Ail!

Oh my, I feel better now. One more round of Flip?

Yes. Bambelela.

 

Must Come to a Close

Here we are at the last week of Bible School! It’s completely beyond all my understanding how the days all flew by so fast, even though the beginning of term does seem so very far away. The last six weeks have been full right up to the brim with the happinesses of living with 70 youth who love God, as well as the deep sorrows and heavinesses that come with study.
I’ve been thinking about this community living thing. Some of my highlights have been choir, days off, evangelism, our discussions in Ethics class, Wednesday morning prayer meetings, and singing my classmates’ songs in Music. These activities are part of the benefits of living with such a large group of people in one place.
I’ve also burned my share of the midnight oil, stressed about term papers, and waded through two final exams. Ah the atmosphere of learning here is just inspiring! My mind has been stretched and I know I won’t ever be the same. In Music class, we are writing songs instead of term papers, and we’ve been singing them as they are finished. Last night I handed mine in, so today the class will sing it and comment on it. This is the class that has caused me to grow the most, and I’m thankful that I stuck it out and applied myself.
Last week my wonderful coworkers sent me a box full of homey things from our department, and ever since then I’ve been homesick. This is unusual for me to be ready to come home so soon before I leave. I don’t understand myself really, but it will be very good to see my family, and everyone else again.
Today we will start recording our choir songs, which is exciting and happy, but still pretty scary! Tomorrow evening is the banquet, and then the next day is departure day. These events loom in front of us, and emotions are mostly subdued and sentimental, from my perspective. Yes, we sure will miss this place, and each other, but we are all very thankful for the experience.
One more thing of great importance: If you were at Virginia Music Camp last year, you probably remember Inheritance, Dr. Glick’s song that Chamber Choir sang. He presented that to us Sunday evening in all it’s 23-minute glory, and it was super inspiring! I’m really thankful for his talent and the patience and humility that he exercises with it.
And last but not least, the ending to the joke from last week:
A string walks into a bar and the bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve string here.” So the string goes back inside and rolls around and around until he’s a tangled ball of string. When he goes back inside, the bartender says, “Aren’t you that string that was just in here?”
The string says, “Nope, I’m afraid not!”
See you next week!

All Good Things

Because it is finals and term papers week, my time needs to be spent on wiser things than these little updates. Will it suffice if I tell you I’m still kicking hard, loving every stressful minute of these last two weeks, and gradually becoming more ready to come home. (The big surprise is me actually saying that!)
But because I and lots of other people here love puns, and because there have been some good jokes this week, I’ll leave you with a good one from Dr. Glick.

“A string walks into a bar and the bartender says, “Sorry, we don’t serve string here.” So the string goes back outside and rolls around and around until he’s a tangled ball of string. When he goes back inside, the bartender says, “Aren’t you that string that was just in here?” The string says…”

Answer coming next week!

Thank you for caring enough to stop by. This week looks overwhelming and your prayers would be appreciated!