Biola: 2012-13 Recap

As my first year of college comes to a close, I look back in thankfulness at what has happened so far and look ahead in excitement as to what’s to come. This school year alone has shaped and challenged me in more ways than one.

“Perhaps [God] bought you here in a state of some uncertainty, or in a place of vulnerability. Perhaps you needed healing and grace more than you’d thought you would. Perhaps he humbled you through trials- and triumphs- in ways that really stretched you.” - The West Side Story, The Final Countdown (Alpha West Newsletter)

He did all of that for me this year, and I can’t express how joyful I am to be reminded of his deeds.

He’s also blessed me with some of the best and most wonderful people here and I can’t wait to see what God has in store for each of our lives. I can’t wait to see what they do to impact the world of Christ.

I’ve been shown care and genuine Christian love by professors who pray for me to do my best in all circumstances. I’ve struggled with personal and social agendas within the Biola community. I have finally started to take my faith as my own.

I have never felt such earnest to understand the meaning of certain scripture passages as I do now. This is because my professors have given me excellent tools to use to research and uncover biblical truths for myself. I’ve never done so much researching and discovering in my life; it’s changing the way I read the Bible. And it is for this reason that I refuse to be a spoon-fed Christian anymore.

I’ve made some of my best memories this year too. I just think back to a year ago today. I was preparing to graduate high school. Thoughts of college would constantly flutter into my mind, specifically in regards to making friends and the anxiousness of being on my own. What I didn’t factor into the equation was, I’m not on my own. I never have been and I never will be. God has always provided all the things I would need to sustain my existence. All I had to do was ask. And the miracles he’s preformed this year, boy, they never cease to amaze me.

It truly has been an awesome first year. But as life would say (If it could speak), “Onwards! To the morrow!”

That awkward moment,

When you realize that quite a lot of the upperclassmen you’re close to are graduating the night you’re leaving to go back home to attend another graduation for high school seniors you’re also close to.

Dat internal conflict.

The first time in history,

That I wrote a ten page paper and a seventeen page paper within three days of each other. And I thoroughly enjoyed doing both. 

Welp. This is weird.

In other news, I’m learning how to add two infinities together in math class. Wooooo. 

Northern Lights Wins Category at Biola CMA Film Festival!

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Huzzah!

Northern Lights was a group project my friends and I did for our directing class. Although it didn’t win Best Drama, it won the “Audience Favorite” category at the festival. Praise the Lord!

I’m so happy at the news that I bought a new set of camera lenses and a camera bag. And I sent a grumpy cat meme to my directing group to congratulate them…. and to tell them that we need to get started on our presentation due in three days. And I finally started on my ten page film auteur paper by writing my name on the title page. Boo ya. It’s going to be a good night y’all.

Also, I apologize for not posting in a while. Life’s been hectic with finals coming up. Prayer would be much appreciated at this time. Thank you and I hope all of you have a wonderful evening!



Real-life Grave of the Fireflies: (Photo) Stoic Japanese orphan, standing at attention having brought his dead younger brother to a cremation pyre, Nagasaki, by Joe O’Donnell 1945
This photograph was taken by an American photojournalist, Joe O’Donnell, in Nagasaki in 1945.
He recently spoke to a Japanese interviewer about this picture:


“I saw a boy about ten years old walking by. He was carrying a baby on his back. In those days in Japan, we often saw children playing with their little brothers or sisters on their backs, but this boy was clearly different. I could see that he had come to this place for a serious reason. He was wearing no shoes. His face was hard. The little head was tipped back as if the baby were fast asleep.
“The boy stood there for five or ten minutes. The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire.
“The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away.”