Surviving My Life

So, here I am. Wednesday marks my sixth week working at the college.

Being the person that I am, I've waited with baited breath for the other shoe that I've felt was held precipitously over my head to drop.

"This job is...it's too good for me..." Is something that has echoed through my brain for the last six weeks. It's like something out of my innermost thoughts - a job that I've always wanted, but had no idea existed, or would ever be able to get.

I watch computers all day. I've been given a $3,000 laptop with $3,000 worth of software. I've got more toys than I know what to do with. I have an office filled with solid mahogany furniture - and now, the flourescent lights have been removed and lamps and floor torches have took their place to illuminate the area.

The word "Perfect" entered my mind today as I sat at my desk watching students use the machines that have been placed in my care. It's a normal job - 9 to 5. Perfect. It pays more than I've ever made in my life. Perfect. It's actually fun.

Perfect.

For three weeks I dwelled on the fact that I would be facing my generation every day in and out. Dealing with their situations and even having to direct them. (I have 8 student workers.)

I make no bones about the fact that I dislike my generation. I always have. My generation is filled with slackers, drug users, and irresponsible idiots. And - further - even though I completely understand that every generation has members that seem to tarnish the ideals of said generation, I've always felt that mine more than any other was, and would be, the generation that would take the ship of the world and flush it down the toilet.

These feelings have not been far from my mind when I started working at the college.

My feelings have changed.

The people that have changed them are the students themselves.

Hamilton College is accused of many things - a den for "liberalism" and "rich kids". A place where the common man really doesn't have a place.

While there are professors that are quite anti republican (you should see the bumperstickers out in the parking lot) there are also other points of view as well.

Some of the smartest students I've ever met go to Hamilton. They're smart and work hard. Completely the opposite of what I was exposed to in Art College.

Don't get me wrong - there are people that I talk to where I try to figure out how they can walk and breahe at the same time - but so far the experience has been good.

In any case - my life has changed for the better in ways I never saw coming - and God used the mistakes of my past to weave a testiment to His glory. He gave me the job I have. He gave me my apartment.

He gave me back a future.

None of which I deserve.