At least,
that’s how I’m feeling about Pride and Prejudice about now. I’m watching
several different versions and re-reading the book, and while there are
fruitful grounds for analysis, I kind of like to suspend belief for a while
when watching; it just makes things more agreeable. I suppose, though, that if
given the option to watch a popular movie for homework, I should take it.
Pride and
Prejudice isn’t the only movie I watched this weekend. On Saturday several
Christian groups on campus and a couple of local churches hosted a documentary
showing on sex trafficking (It was called Nefarious if you want to look it up).
It was very intense; I think most of the people in the theater started crying.
I’m not sure if that many people will actually do something about it, but
awareness was raised.
I’ve been
thinking about that a lot lately, really – about the gap between thinking and
doing. I mean, let’s face it. It’s not usually the best idea to throw yourself
and your money into a cause because a movie made you cry. Yes, this is a
horrible thing. But there are a lot of horrible things out there. The entire
world is broken, corrupted, cursed. You can’t fix everything. But you have to
do something.
In DOXA,
the weekly large group of one of the Christian groups on campus, the speaker
last Friday talked about habits – about how habits, not thoughts, really
influence our actions. How our souls and spirits are shaped not by what we know
or even what we believe, but by what we do. About how it’s important to
implement habits that will point your heart’s longings in the right direction.
Too often I sit and think and plan and don’t ever get anything done; I find
myself desensitized to the brokenness of the world around me.
In a
cappella we learned a new song on Sunday. Well, I say song. It’s actually an
epic compilation of eight different songs, all of them centering on the theme
of being asleep and numb and then waking up to God’s love and salvation. It
sounds awesome – or at least it will, when we finish learning it – and it also
made me wonder what I’m asleep to, what I need to wake up to.
There isn’t
a definite ending to this musing – I’m still figuring it out. It’s life, after
all – nothing is ever neatly wrapped up. And there are always other things
going on; it’s rarely clear what events are really at the center of the story.
It’s just something to think about, something to help guide me in an
as-yet-undetermined direction.
Speaking of
undetermined directions, Housing Day is coming up. At Harvard all the freshman
live together in several different dorms, while the upperclassmen are divided
into houses, which they belong to for their last three years here. The house
selection is completely random, but today opens the applications for ‘blocking
groups,’ which is where you specify which other people you want to be in your
house (it doesn’t assign roommates, just which house). I’m blocking with
another girl from my Hebrew class, so we’ll see what happens.
A few things happened over the weekend. I
spent a good part of Friday finishing my Expos essay – yep, the same one I
mentioned a couple of weeks ago – and turning it in. I always end up rewriting
my papers several times before they’re much good, so I don’t really mind, but
it was good to be finished. I ended up at the MIT ROTC unit most of Saturday; a
Rear Admiral came to visit who is in charge of Israeli-Palestinian security.
The talk was really interesting, and the sandwiches and cookies weren’t bad,
either.
I also prepared a presentation for
this morning’s Naval Science class on Texas Independence, since yesterday was
Texas Independence Day *cue patriotic music*. It went pretty well; instead of
putting relevant pictures on, I filled in the PowerPoint slides with cartoons
about Texas, and I think everyone liked them. Overall, it was a pretty good
week – no busier than usual, and no major disasters, or none that I know of. So best wishes until next time. Have a
thoughtful week and a late but happy Texas Independence Day!
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