Okay. So here's the thing: I'm all disoriented after chapel. Forgive me if my differing opinion offends you, because I thought the story was cute and that his point was great, but that using that story to illustrate that point was absolutely absurd. So anyhow, this morning's chapel left me a little confused, trying to remember why I came here in the first place. It felt like God at the time, and some days it still does. Today turned into one of those. See, the fact is that I am different from most of the people who go to school here. I'm not white. I'm not conservative. I'm not an engineer. I'm different, and more often than not, I don't feel like my differences are truly appreciated, just kind of tolerated. It's hard to live in that kind of tension; so hard that some days I just want to give up and go home. I was on the verge of doing just that - giving up on the day - when a guy in one of the English classes I am tutoring came up to me and started telling me a lot of stuff I will not begin to divulge here. I will say, though, that I am next to positive that had I been one of the happy peppy IMPACT faces he encountered when he first got on campus, he would not have felt comfortable telling me what he did. I suppose I understand for the time being that my purpose for being here is not about the people who refuse to listen to me; it's about the people who need me to listen to them. That's all for now. Sleep well, all. I'm out.