~ Posted by Ben
I
don’t normally believe in using social media for ranting. But I’ve decided to
document a not-so-happy day I experienced recently in hopes that through it, I
may encourage and provide comic relief to those of you who
may experiencing a “Jonah day” today! J
This
story has a background that includes a college conference; potential food
poisoning thereof; an Eagle Scout project proposal; a deadline, and a nasty
habit of procrastination on my part. This story then has a main plot that
includes missed deadlines, chasing people around town for signatures, waiting
for phone calls that never came, transportation issues, stress-related health
issues (we won’t go into details :/), red ants, forgetfulness, and getting
lost. And the end….well, let me walk ya through. J
CPE3
Bianca
participates in an online college program known as “College Plus.” College
Plus, or “CP,” is a Christian collegiate organization that works in partnership
with several colleges and universities, to provide a fully accredited
Bachelor’s degree for half the cost, in half the time, and with twice the
flexibility. Bianca has been working towards a BA in International Studies with
this program since January. I’m planning on enrolling in College Plus as well,
so recently Bianca and I decided to attend “CPE3,” a large, week-long event
hosted by CP in San Antonio. We had an EXCELLENT week! I enjoyed myself
immensely, but knew that when I got back, I would have to work hard on finishing
my Eagle Scout Project proposal that was due several days after I returned.
Eagle Project
proposal
After
I returned from CPE3, I got right to work on my Eagle Project proposal. I
finished it, but somehow missed seeing that I needed some very important
signatures before submitting my proposal (face palm). Naturally, I discovered
this Monday night…and I needed 3 signatures by the next night. L
“BEN
JUDAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!! GET OUT OF BED!” This was my Tuesday morning wake-up
call. Somehow I overslept my alarm, it was 9 o’clock, and I had a deadline!! I
leaped up and began discussing strategy with my mom. After a quick grooming and
breakfast, my sister drove me all the way to church (about 25 minutes away) to obtain
my first signature (the church is the beneficiary of the project). Here’s where
the fun began. Our Lead Pastor could not sign it without first reviewing and understanding
the project proposal, and getting consensus from the staff.
So
we left the proposal, promising to return later that afternoon, and Bianca and
I ran over to DPS to sign me up for a driving license test (that’s a story for
another time) and then we went home. I was actually able to do some school work
before dashing back to church to pick up my project binder, and then heading to
the BSA Court of Honor that evening that I, as Senior Patrol Leader, had to
preside over.
This
is one part of the story that is actually quite happy. That evening would be my
last Court of Honor as SPL, as my 6-month term was ending. At this Court of
Honor, I was presented with 4 merit badges, an SPL award, and an Honor Camper
award for the year. I also received many compliments from parents on my
leadership over the last 6 months. I was truly humbled by their recognition.
However,
after the Court of Honor I was informed by my project coach that there was a
whole other packet of paperwork I needed to do. Thankfully, he was able to
obtain a 24-hour deadline extension from the District Advancement Coordinator. I
was also able to get 2 of the 3 signatures I needed for the proposal, at the
Court of Honor. But I had a lot of work ahead of me…
Early
the next morning, Mom drove me back to church, where I dropped the proposal off
AGAIN (they didn’t have sufficient time to look over it on Tuesday), and then
came home and plowed away at the extra paperwork given to me by my project
coach. I was able to finish it shortly before heading BACK to church with my
siblings for youth group that evening.
This
is where the story really gets crazy. I get to church, and it turns out my
proposal isn’t there. It’s with one of the associate pastors who went into
town. Our Lead pastor rushes out to find him, gets the binder, and comes back.
We then have a long discussion that results in some major changes of plans for
the landscaping I am proposing to do. Drawings are changed; a landscape extraordinaire
is consulted; and I get the final signature I need.
So
I’m standing outside, talking with a guy who did a project there earlier this
year, about the location of the sprinkler systems in the area where I will be
working. In my mind, I’m thinking, “What a lousy 2 days I’ve had! This is the
hardest signature I’ve ever tried to get. How could things get any
WOOOOORRRSSSEE--AAAAAGGGGHHH!!!!!” Sudden pain shoots up my legs. I look down,
and I am standing on a massive red ant hill.! I broke into what from a
distance, probably looked like a white boy’s lousy attempt at break-dancing, as
I furiously swatted at my legs, knocking dozens of red ants to the ground.
In
the midst of this, my sister comes out of the church, ready to drive me to the
house where I would be dropping off the proposal documents. I’m pretty sure she
was trying not to laugh at my predicament…but she was also in a hurry since she’s
supposed to be upstairs to help with youth group in 15 minutes. We drive, and are
literally turning onto the street where the district advancement coordinator
lives, when I groaned and grabbed my already-throbbing head. I realized that I
forgot to add the extra paperwork I had completed that day to my binder.
Bianca
turns around and heads all the way back to the church, while I resist the urge
to slam my noggin on the dashboard. Through all of this, I am continually slapping
at my legs to kill yet another red
ant (they stick with you for a while). My stomach was churning, as I’d
been suffering from a bit of, *ahem,* discomfort the last couple of days (not
going to go into too much detail there, but there was an accidental food
poisoning incident at the event Bianca and I attended. I had been feeling a bit
iffy since returning, and it wasn’t being helped by all this stress.)
So
we get back to church, where my sister needs to go help with junior high youth,
so my Dad swings by from the office to take me back to the DAC’s house now that
we have ALL the papers. As I’m walking up his driveway I’m thinking; “Walk
slowly, don’t want to trip and die, because that would happen with the day I’ve
been having!” But I successfully dropped off the completed documents. YEEESSS!
The
rest of the evening went off quite normally…except for tripping over my sister’s
ankle at bedtime and face-planting in our living room. But I finished the day
with my objective met, and without serious injuries sustained. Needless to say,
I showered very carefully that night so as not to wipe out and suffer a head
concussion. Haha! J
At
the end of the day, I’d learned some important lessons:
#1 Never procrastinate.
#2 Always take others’ schedules into
consideration when working with people.
#3
Always plan for the worst so that you can deal with it when it happens!
I
figure that as long as I’ve learned my lessons, I will be better prepared to
meet life’s challenges ahead.
If
you are currently suffering a “Jonah day,” I hope that this post and its ending
provided at least some encouragement, if not some comic relief! May God, in His
grace, bring you through whatever suffering you’re going through. Nothing in
your life is capable of surprising Him. Keep up the fight!
“Do not be anxious
about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving
let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses
all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6-7)