And the Most Absent Minded Person On Earth is...
I went swimming at the international pool two weeks ago, and left my swimming costume and towel in a little plastic bag brought along for that purpose. On reaching home, I left the bag in my wardrobe for a few days because I didn't want the swimsuit to be mixed up with my other clothes due for the wash. When I was clearing out my wardrobe, I found the little plastic bag, thought it was a little bag of rubbish, and threw it away.
I only discovered my mix-take yesterday night, when I was searching for it to put it in the wash (yes, I do know it has been two weeks, thank you) and found neither hoof nor hair of my missing swimsuit. On the bright side, it means that it's now necessary for me to get a new one
yay! It's kinda silly but I think a yellow one might look extremely cool (or just extremely stupid).
Today started off well as I managed to spend a little quiet time in the morning playing the guitar, praying a little, and thinking about things, and reading a bit of Romans, so that was good.
I got a call from my dad early in the morning today as I was studying Cauchy's Theorem, and he's flying off tonight for Paris, where he'll be preaching to the Chinese church there (I think), and after that he's going to come up to Birmingham to preach, but I won't get to see him because I'll be in the midst of my exams. Boo
He also said that he had given me all the details of his coming, and I thought he hadn't because I hadn't any recollection of him doing so at all. Checked through my past mail and found a letter from him that had come with some university documents. I'd read the documents but not the letter! Tell me about absent minded! I hadn't even realised it was there. So after he hung up, I took it out, and finally read it (nearly a month after it was penned).
Being in Chinese, it wasn't very comprehensible to me, plus my dad's writing looks more like a very artistic calligraphy than legible print, but as usual I couldn't help crying as I read it. There's something about handwritten chinese makes me cry. Or perhaps just the love that I knew was in my dad's heart as he sat down with his black pen and stroke by stroke formed each character.
Family ties are strange things. You never think much about your family until they're apart from you, and then you look and look for something that isn't there, and you realise that there's a big gap left by their absence. Relations are the only people you can not call for a week and still not feel awkward talking to after.
Anyway, am cheered now after going in to uni to meet coursemates and exchange notes. Paula, one of my coursemates who's going to be doing a job attachment next semester, asked me to go to New York next year with her and her mates. I would love to, it would be really fun, but duty (ie uni) calls.
I wish I had a sliding doors kind of life, where in one life I'd skive off one week of uni for New York, and in another I'd stay and save 500 quid like a good, prudent Christian.
I feel like the student who, in the hassle of revision, wrote, "I am in the mist of examinations". I'm in a fog of notes and example sheets now, but I'm glad that it's spring, the sun's out, and I have eyes to see it.
I only discovered my mix-take yesterday night, when I was searching for it to put it in the wash (yes, I do know it has been two weeks, thank you) and found neither hoof nor hair of my missing swimsuit. On the bright side, it means that it's now necessary for me to get a new one
yay! It's kinda silly but I think a yellow one might look extremely cool (or just extremely stupid).
Today started off well as I managed to spend a little quiet time in the morning playing the guitar, praying a little, and thinking about things, and reading a bit of Romans, so that was good.
I got a call from my dad early in the morning today as I was studying Cauchy's Theorem, and he's flying off tonight for Paris, where he'll be preaching to the Chinese church there (I think), and after that he's going to come up to Birmingham to preach, but I won't get to see him because I'll be in the midst of my exams. Boo
He also said that he had given me all the details of his coming, and I thought he hadn't because I hadn't any recollection of him doing so at all. Checked through my past mail and found a letter from him that had come with some university documents. I'd read the documents but not the letter! Tell me about absent minded! I hadn't even realised it was there. So after he hung up, I took it out, and finally read it (nearly a month after it was penned).
Being in Chinese, it wasn't very comprehensible to me, plus my dad's writing looks more like a very artistic calligraphy than legible print, but as usual I couldn't help crying as I read it. There's something about handwritten chinese makes me cry. Or perhaps just the love that I knew was in my dad's heart as he sat down with his black pen and stroke by stroke formed each character.
Family ties are strange things. You never think much about your family until they're apart from you, and then you look and look for something that isn't there, and you realise that there's a big gap left by their absence. Relations are the only people you can not call for a week and still not feel awkward talking to after.
Anyway, am cheered now after going in to uni to meet coursemates and exchange notes. Paula, one of my coursemates who's going to be doing a job attachment next semester, asked me to go to New York next year with her and her mates. I would love to, it would be really fun, but duty (ie uni) calls.
I wish I had a sliding doors kind of life, where in one life I'd skive off one week of uni for New York, and in another I'd stay and save 500 quid like a good, prudent Christian.
I feel like the student who, in the hassle of revision, wrote, "I am in the mist of examinations". I'm in a fog of notes and example sheets now, but I'm glad that it's spring, the sun's out, and I have eyes to see it.
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