Couldn't tell you why, though. As far as I can tell, I had a normal day. Woke up, went to class, ate lunch, etc. No notably bad things occurred to my memory. Yet for some reason, today felt absolutely awful.
I think it's a Monday thing. I'm fresh off of the weekend, having lived the most relaxing life in the universe with the people I love and cleared my head with the joy of the Sabbath, and then POW I get smacked in the face with the mindless tedium of class after class after class. I used to think I hated Mondays. I knew nothing of pain in those days. In all seriousness, though, I am not a fan of my Monday schedule. I have straight classes from 9:00 to 5:00 with two hour-long breaks. Granted, that's not much more than I had in high school, but nonetheless, this is somehow significantly more exhausting.
High school does not prepare you for lecture-style teaching. I'm bored to tears every day as my professors reiterate the same information they told the class before me. I don't learn that way. I learn by exploration, by listening but also seeing and experiencing for myself. Fortunately, there are a few professors who break the mold. My English 203 professor, Dr. Erick Sierra, doesn't seem to have a lesson planned at all. He allows the students to drive the discussion, and in doing so allows us to explore the works we read in a much more meaningful way. Needless to say, I love the class. At least, I would, if it weren't my last class on Monday, and hour and a half long, and end right before dinner.
Yep. It's definitely a Monday thing.
I think it's also a spiritual thing. I find myself on a spiritual high after Sundays, and then the next morning I find myself drained, preferring to curl into a ball and hibernate for the next year instead of going to class. I dread waking up Monday mornings and dealing with another crazy day. I think that's where the root of the problem lies. With the high of Sunday morning still fresh in my mind, Satan can't distract me with the usual methods. Instead, he has to take a more covert approach: making me miserable with boredom. It's not a spiritual attack as much as a psychological attack, and that makes it easy to brush it off as trivial. But is it a coincidence that the worst of my boredom and exhaustion is my 9:00 Theology class? Doubt it.
Needless to say, I've had a full day. Now it's time to relax, and I don't think it's coincidence that my RA scheduled Bible study for Monday nights. It's a time of renewal that I desperately need on these days. Clearly someone up there is looking out for me. Thanks, God. Glad to know you've got my back!
If you're like me, struggling to find a point to the mundane and everyday, remember that we have a purpose through it all. Christ called us to be his hands and feet in this world until he returns. Wake up. Don't let the world tie you down and tell you that this mindless grind is all there is. There's a bigger world out there when you let Christ be the reason for your existence.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4y3xPe6iVU
This song (by my favorite Christian band Red) sums up the world's lies perfectly. We fall in line and we live the lie every day. We allow the world to make us content with fitting in, and not stepping out and making Christ the center as we should. If we want out, we're going to have to "wake up and kill the machine".
So wake up. Breathe the free air once again. Know that even in the tedium, God has a plan.
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