The Beginning

After putting this off for several weeks now, I am finally beginning my blog. The purpose? Yet to be decided. Theory behind my title? By definition, an oasis is 1. a small fertile or green area in a desert region, usually having a spring or well. 2.something serving as a refuge, relief, or pleasant change from what is usual, annoying, difficult, etc. (dictionary.com, always remember to cite). This will be my oasis, my escape from the everyday hectic monotony. A forewarning before you all (whoever that may be) begin, as I write, I carry no particular purpose. Summer began for me Friday at approximately 11:30AM when I was seated a senior. At my school on Honor’s Day, our headmaster leads us in a moving up exercise. Each grade sits in their designated pew section and the seniors rise first, and are seated alumni; the juniors rise and are seated seniors; and the sophomores do the same. However, freshmen rise freshmen and are seated freshmen, in my mind at least. I apologize for that extensive explanation. Anyways, I was seated a senior. Thus would begin my eighth year at St. David’s. I honestly still cannot believe this time has come. I remember the first day of freshman year me and my best friend were joking about how we were going to be seniors and cry about all the “lasts” we would have. The “last” first day, the “last” 2^nd Wednesday of the 3^rd month…pathetic I tell you, absolutely pathetic. But the irony of it all is that it’s here, my lasts will begin in a few short months. Karma certainly has a sense of humor. But then I look back and reflect over the past seven years. How I’ve grown, the places I have thrived, the places that could use some work, and others, still a lot of work. And though it may seem bizarre, many of the things I would not do over because though they fill me with regret and remorse, they are the things which have molded me into who I am today. They have taught me the lessons which no one could teach me; they are the things I have learned on my own. (It’s currently, 11:11, don’t make a wish. It won’t come true) I apologize for the negativity just then, however, I see no point in wishing on 11:11. For one, it is merely a set of numbers that all happen to be the same, but on my laptop, the clock says 11:11, however, on my watch it is 11:12. So what really is 11:11? Find me November 11 next year (2011) on 11:11 and you might find me making a wish, which is yet to be decided. Another traumatic thing has happened to me this week. I cut of my 19, yes 19, bracelets off my right wrist. These bracelets signify important people or places I have come across since last June (some a little before). Some were global: one from Kenya, one from Guatemala, one from the Bahamas, and some were local: the state fair, Washington DC, and a friend’s locker. I am at the beach and without scissors and therefore had to cut them off with a steak knife, which was some lovely added trauma. After all was said and done, I am left with a painfully white wrist (and half of my arm) with nothing but 3 and ½ silly bands and a watch. I say 3 and ½ because one of the silly bands is broken, but because the person who gave it to me means so much, I tied it. It now looks more like a minivan, not an elephant. Well, now I am off to seize the day. I need to run and get some pigment back into my wrist. I hope in some way you find this blog to be your oasis as well.

By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. Hebrews 11: 8-10

I want that kind of faith, the faith to leave all the comfort in order to follow God even though you don’t know where you’re going. Do you know where you’re going?