high school reunion- i shudder at the thought

I'm doing it again... doing that stalling thing (i just typed that stalin thing--- no. not obliterating peasant and jews in Russia).

I decided that I'm going to turn over a new leaf over this break. I'm trying to take myself seriously, truly I am! But I'm laughing at myself as I survey my room and see that nothing has really changed at all yet. My clothes are already strewn haphazardly around my room. My guitar is on my bed. The keyboard is next to my bed... I can barely bring myself to play it anymore. What a pitiful excuse for a piano.

But, the big game plan was to work out and then get real crafty this afternoon. Work on some spectacular christmas gifts for people that are precious to me. But thus far, I have a big fat $0 and I'm sort of praying for a miracle of a babysitting job to open up or for some horrifically wealthy stranger to knock on my door and say,

"Hello. Here's $10k to spend on Christmas presents for everyone that you know and love."

Dream Big, right?

I can still turn over this new leaf. I really haven't given up on myself yet. I'm about to go put on my boots and grab my ipod and head over to the park district workout facility... seriously hoping that it's not an impromptu high-school-reunion. I can see it now:

(cue chime and xylophone music)

Picture Rachel, sweating, heaving over the elliptical machine, cursing the SDR and Baccis for all that they've done to my physique, and in walks So-And-So.

"Wow. Rachel you look...."

Gross? Sweaty? Pale? Fatter than when you were 18?

"Ha.. [huff and puff, huff and puff] Thanks! You look..."

About the same too. Good, I don't feel so bad.

"So, what are you up to these days?"

"I go to Bible College."

"....cool. See you later."

Yeah, because everyone knows that us Bible College kids do mega proselytizing at the gym.

When we smell bad.

I highly doubt it would go that way. People are usually a little bit gracious when they see you at the gym, because they know that you're working out and can see that you're making genuine strides to maintain-- whatever. I'm rambling now.

I guess the part of this scenario that kills me is the response that I get when I say I go to Bible College. People making one million assumptions, usually beginning with- "Oh. She wants to be a nun! Or a Priest."

I don't want to become either. In case you're reading this and wondering the same thing.

But why do we become non-entities when people find out not only are we believers in Jesus, but especially when we are ordering our lives around getting to know Him better and that our careers will involve some kind of ministry.

I don't really understand it.

Off to the gym.