Today in my P.E. class, my teacher told us to shout one thing we wanted for Christmas after we completed an exercise.
Friend 1: A prostitute!
Friend 2: A pole!
Me: KITTENS!!!
The funny thing is that THEY looked at ME like I was the weird one! I'm not saying that all three if us didn't laugh extremely hard afterward, but what kind of sick people are they?!
I need to rethink some of my friendships.
One more semester... One more semester... One more semester...
Rachel
The good news is that I'm making new friends at school. The bad news is that I'm making new friends at school.
PE class is where I have made the most friends. Yes, friends I see outside of school, friends I text, and friends that come up with silly nicknames for me. It's great to know somebody has my back in that scary school.
It's just terrible because several of these people don't know my Jesus. These people come to me for advice, and I haven't the slightest idea of how to advise them because they aren't Christians! I'm caught feeling guilty because I can't tell them what the Word says because I'm afraid they won't understand.
It's like we are speaking two different languages. I don't even know how to help someone who doesn't know Jesus.
A Frustrated Rachel
