The Nightmare from Elm Street... More Like from Below the Masen-Dixen Line
Today has been long. I had to go to school this morning and one of the kids that I tutor will not speak to me and the other tells little lies and pretends that she knows what is going on. It is really hard when you are there to help them and they are refusing your help! AHHH! It is so frustrating sometimes. And then I go to the office and laugh with someone about the women on my project and how I am going to come back in full make-up and 10 foot tall hair and a thick southern accent! Like that will ever happen. But I did have a good conversation about my project with someone last night and how it is a place that I will learn to love them and grow in grace towards them (man how I am not a big fan of southern women!). So I decided to write these 2 dreams that I had- so my subconscienous is totally freaked out. I mean what happens when my 2 cultures diverge in one place.... we will see in 2 months from tomorrow! Support is going well. The Lord is amazing! Praise Him! The Lord is amazing. Praise the Lord!
Here are my dreams:
Number ONE:
I came to project the first day and move into my room. There are 2 dressers and my roommates are already there. I go to put my clothes in some drawers and 2 of them have taken over the DRESSERS! So I ask them if they would make some room and they refuse. Then I decide to go for a run. But since we are in the ghetto I cannot go by myself so I have to get someone else to go with me. After we get back with about a half hour before dinner, I go to my room to shower and I am locked out of the bathroom by my roommates and they refuse to let me use it. So I go to dinner stinky. The next morning at like 6AM I go for a run again with my running buddy and I come back with another 30 min to spare before we have to be anywhere and so I go to the room to take a shower and am again locked out of the bathroom and unable to shower and go stink. And the third day I am allowed to shower after my run.
Number TWO:
The second dream was more about going to church. In the south they wear skirts and dresses to go to church and pants only in the winter time.-that was background here is the dream: I come down to church as a typical assimilated west coaster in Jeans and a T-shirt nice for church and not to dressy and am told to go upstairs and change my clothes. Now I am totally within the dress code that they gave us: no cleavage or spagetti strap shirt, no short skirt- conservative jeans and a t-shirt and I am told to go and change. Now I refuse and say that is this my culture and you are going to make me feel uncomfortable because I do not dress like you. They finally give up on me because I am not breaking any rules and drive the point that I live on the west coast and know what is appropriate to wear to church.
Two nightmares about project. I know project is not going to be anything like this but the Lord knows what He is doing! Just some food for thought!
Here are my dreams:
Number ONE:
I came to project the first day and move into my room. There are 2 dressers and my roommates are already there. I go to put my clothes in some drawers and 2 of them have taken over the DRESSERS! So I ask them if they would make some room and they refuse. Then I decide to go for a run. But since we are in the ghetto I cannot go by myself so I have to get someone else to go with me. After we get back with about a half hour before dinner, I go to my room to shower and I am locked out of the bathroom by my roommates and they refuse to let me use it. So I go to dinner stinky. The next morning at like 6AM I go for a run again with my running buddy and I come back with another 30 min to spare before we have to be anywhere and so I go to the room to take a shower and am again locked out of the bathroom and unable to shower and go stink. And the third day I am allowed to shower after my run.
Number TWO:
The second dream was more about going to church. In the south they wear skirts and dresses to go to church and pants only in the winter time.-that was background here is the dream: I come down to church as a typical assimilated west coaster in Jeans and a T-shirt nice for church and not to dressy and am told to go upstairs and change my clothes. Now I am totally within the dress code that they gave us: no cleavage or spagetti strap shirt, no short skirt- conservative jeans and a t-shirt and I am told to go and change. Now I refuse and say that is this my culture and you are going to make me feel uncomfortable because I do not dress like you. They finally give up on me because I am not breaking any rules and drive the point that I live on the west coast and know what is appropriate to wear to church.
Two nightmares about project. I know project is not going to be anything like this but the Lord knows what He is doing! Just some food for thought!