On Advice

Here’s my prompt for this week: What advice would I give a graduating class of high school students, and “do you think there’s any point to giving advice to young people or is experience the only source of knowledge that sticks?”

I only have two points of advice on this, mainly because when one is giving advice, one wants it to be short enough so people will read it, and because one doesn’t want to say something completely ridiculous. Reducing words reduces the chances of that happening. The following assumes that the graduating class is going on to university, as I did. So here goes:

  1. Get plugged into a campus fellowship or a local church with a good college group. This is super, super important. When you start college, you will be absolutely bombarded with activities and clubs and other people who want you to join whatever they’re doing, because every organization wants to recruit freshmen. This offers an excellent opportunity to try new things; some of it won’t work out that well (for me, it was field hockey) and some of it will get you hooked (ie. cycling). But your first priority should be finding that fellowship where the members will offer you strong spiritual support in the times of growth, trials, and service that will follow. College is a time of really cementing who you are as an individual; having good friendships and involvement in a Christian community will critically influence your development. It’s really easy to be dragged away from Christ and the church as a first priority; there are classes, friends, parties, sports, other clubs – the list goes on. Get involved in a fellowship and stay there. Continue reading


I don’t know why I’m posting.

Well, yes, I do. I’m posting to keep myself from getting sucked into the black hole that is Facebook. Or getting into a several-hours-long IM conversation. What I need to do is spew/vent/rant whatever’s on my mind, iron something to wear tomorrow, go get sweaty, shower, and then crash. So I can have yet another stab at this weird thing called “getting up on time”. I admit I like to push it. And I admit that I’m slightly disappointed that I can’t fool myself into thinking that the time is earlier than it actually is. (For the past few years I’ve set my watch a few minutes fast, hoping that when I wake up and see it, I’ll be too incapacitated to subtract. It very rarely works.)

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