This whole alternate universe complex just never seems to end.
Last night I told some of the mid-schoolers about my farewell party on Jan. 8 since we won't be having another official tues night until after then. I was making the announcement and then I made a major mistake. I glanced to the left. I saw "Nail Gun's" face as the words of my departure left my mouth in a flood of words. It's not that I want to rub in the fact that I'm leaving or make people question how things will be once I'm gone. I think I say it so much in order to try and separate myself from the group mentally. In 14 school days my high school career is over. Terminaden. Finê. Done. I have a favor to ask..if you see me in the back during Sunday school like I was last week...let me be. If you see me not saying as much in a group conversation I'm still ok. If I wear my ear buds cranking up the tunes...know all is well. The fact is, I depart in less than two months but I know you all will be ok. I have to let you guys do what you were built for without getting in the way..i'll be around. Even if I don't end up at DBU, you guys can't get rid of me but for right now let me ease away. He knows what's in store and that you can handle it. After all, we're all in God's hands. Heb. 11:1