It’s been a while since she’s graced us with her presence as a guest blogger, but now, without further ado, I introduce to you again the dinosaur we all know and love, Jurassic!

Tonight, as I sat in the SCC here at my favorite institution of higher learning, I saw a guy walk in wearing a black polo shirt with the name of a student organization embroidered authoritatively on the left-hand side, just above the pocket, in bright teal thread. I laughed a little to myself as he walked in, intent on finding an open computer where he could do his super important work as a student leader (who has an official engraved nametag to wear with his super cool polo). Why did I laugh, you ask? It wasn’t a laugh of amusement as much as it was a laugh of “oh I bet he feels like THE student leader of the world, wearing his black polo with teal embroidery, complete with engraved magnetic nametag.”

And the main reason why I laughed was because I used to be a member of the student organization on his shirt. For a whole semester as a freshman, I was involved, in love with my school (I still am) and wanted nothing more than to do everything this organization had to offer. It was a fun semester and I loved meeting all the people I did, but at the same time I can’t help but think, “wow, I musta looked like a bit of a yahoo wearing my black and teal garb every other day, complete with teal bandana necklace, because I just LOVED my freshman student organization.”

Once again, it was fun for that one semester I was in it, until I was kicked out for grades. Hey, I was sick my first semester because the dorm I lived in had fatal amounts of mold growing in the air conditioning system. It’s hard to go to class and study when you’re too focused on successfully catching your next breath. Anyway, it makes me wonder how many freshman are not going to make grades after this semester, be removed from their freshman leadership organization and feel like a complete failure. I hope not too many. Even when I got my grades after that first semester, I was sad for about an hour, and then realized that my eyes were now open to a new adventure. I had always planned on being in this organization, but then when I wasn’t, I felt 100% sure that God simply had other plans for me. Since then, I see my freshman year as a “triumphant adventure” (as lame as that sounds), rather than a tale of “how my grades were bad and then I fixed them.”

Anyway, my point is I hope Mr. Student Leader in the Sharp Black Polo With the Magnetic Engraved Nametag doesn’t base his entire identity on his student organization. Cuz I didn’t, and I turned out ok!