Excerpt from diary.

I am glad to be back.

I went to a birthday dinner for Ryan tonight, with Elizabeth and several of her friends, at her grandparents' house. On the drive back, we three got to reminiscing about high school. (Naturally. :) ) We talked about this guy named Brock. He was one of the (many) alcoholics in our class. I didn't see him often; only every now and then when he decided to show up for SSR class. Apparently he also smoked weed... Ryan was saying that he came to class once definitely smellng like marijuana.

That triggered a memory of one time when a guy came into my art class, which I had first thing in the morning--7:50 AM--drunk or stoned. Mr. C kicked him out of class and I never saw him again.

I was writing all this to say, after teh conversation we arrived at NNU. I walked into first floor lobby, where a circle of kids were sitting and studying together or something, and I was hit with a definite sense of relief and comfort. "Back in civilization" was actually the phrase that came to mind--though, of course, the "real" world out there is not like it is here at all.

But nevertheless, I am glad to be here. Not with "bad" kids--not with kids I don't know how to deal with.

I wonder if God will ever teach me to act right around those kinds of people? It's not like I want to be judgmental. Well, sometimes I do... I guess that's what I mean. Will God ever break down my own pride enough that He can shine through?

I guess first I've got to be willing to be broken.

-Stephanie

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