Rain rain go away, but don't come back another day either.
The day started as every other monday usually begins. My roommate and I sluggishly find our ways into our New Testament class. The sun was out and there was a warm welcoming breeze. I was happy. The same happiness was within me as I walked out of New Testament and back to my dorm. When at my dorm I realized I had a take home quiz due in an hour that I had forgotten about. No worries. I put some music on and finished the test. I was happy and loving life. I went to go to Math and I was stopped by a wall of rain.
I was a little disappointed and I went back to grab my umbrella and boots. I walked out, and I quickly realized the umbrella was useless as the once welcoming warm breeze tried to rip it from my hands. However, I was still not upset. I just kept on walking. But things changed once I had gotten to my Biology class where I use my laptop to take notes.
I had wrapped my book bag in a trash bag to keep as much rain as possible off of my book bag. As the class went on I watched out the window as the rain got worse. I prayed that God would let the rain pour as I was in class, but then allow it to lighten up once I got out. However, Willie's prayers were stronger than mine today.
Willie is a kid in my 8:00 a.m. New Testament class who prayed this morning for heavy rain so he wouldn't have to run for his fitness class today. Well, Willie, you got your rain. :)
Walking back to my dorm from Biology was probably where I became the most upset. It was pouring, and I was worried about my laptop. I began to walk as fast as I could with my rain boots that, since I am so short, come almost up to my knees. The rain was pouring so hard as it felt like a waterfall was constantly rushing down my face. It was one of the longest walks I had ever done to my dorm. Finally, I got in the dorm. I was a little bitter and frustrated about the rain. I went down to my room long enough to drop off my book bag, and get my laptop out so it wouldn't sit in the damp book bag. Then I went back outside to go check my mail in the PCSU (our student union center).
Before going out I was frustrated that I was going to have to once again go back out into the rain. But then I remembered this project. Yes, maybe I am not being negative to someone, but I am being negative. And as we all know misery loves company. The more I allow myself to be negative in any way, the more likely I am to be negative to others. So I decided to change my outlook. Honestly, it really wasn't that hard. This is part of who I am. This is the entire reason for this project. To get back to who I actually am. I am the sort of person to dance and rejoice in the rain. So I walked out and began to smile, now enjoying the refreshing waterfall running down my face.
Walking into the PCSU I passed a man with an umbrella. I don't know what it is about Lee University but for some reason I expect every man to be a 1950's gentleman. The kind that stupidly throws his jacket down so that you don't have to walk into a puddle. So I judged this man for not allowing me to share his umbrella to the door. I asked God why he wouldn't do so, and secretly prayed that he would one day bring a man to me willing to share his umbrella. I feel bad for the men on this campus because I feel this is the treatment they get from every girl. There is some sort of atmosphere here where everyone expects to get married, and for all the men to be gentlemen at ridiculous levels. Sorry guys. However, this is not to say that you have the freedom to be jerks either. This is just to say that it is understandable if you do not share your umbrella with every girl in town.
Then coming out of the PCSU I took the long way. I wanted to be in the rain for a longer amount of time because I now enjoyed it. I saw three people walking in front of me. Two were a couple sharing an umbrella. The one behind them was their friend, a man holding an umbrella. About halfway through the walk he saw me behind them. He turned to me and asked, "Would you like to share my umbrella?" I was a little stunned. I didn't know how to answer. But eventually (hopefully sooner than it felt) I said, "Sure." I get a little flustered in situations like this and often say short mumbled answers. He walked me to the door of our dorm hall. I thanked him, and we both parted.
I began to realize how true it is that if you begin to see things positively, you begin to receive positivity.
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