paying attention.
Until I hear a voice: "WHAT?"
in the middle of lecture... it was someone picking up his phone. And seriously, using an outside-voice to talk on it. Boohoo. boohoo.
And last week, there was a guy with his earphones on, blasting music, and it was so loud that the other side of the RBC auditorium could hear it and turned around.
Come on.
Yeah, statistics is a pretty boring class, and I am guilty for not giving our professor full attention also... but dang, it's like straight-up-front-expression of disrespect.
It made me sad thinking how our professor would feel. I seriously feel sorry sitting in that class. And then I thought about how, when I give a presentation in front of class (which I quite dread...), how each eye-contact someone intentionally gives me and each face that looks like he's bored out of his mind counts. It either gives me a sinking feeling or a pat on the back. I find myself looking for someone who I know is actually interested and genuinely wants to communicate that she or he (actually she, because I feel more comfortable staring at a she) cares, and then I end up almost presenting it to her. Haha.
I realize that that person is Jesus. Not just through presentations but through every little thing I do or fail to do... He's the one I can expect to find in the audience, in the midst of a bored, apathetic, or disapproving crowd, smiling. Giving me a pat on the back with every glance. When I need that assurance the most...
He's the only one I need that pat on the back from, that assurance from, that I-am-for-you from... The way He does this also makes me want to be that person sitting in the crowd... or just by herself... to every single person He places in my life, too. Whether it'd just be a random encounter for a couple of minutes or a relationship that lasts years...
I have so much to learn.
