A Curious Girl: The Noise. Rah!

I went to the Noise meeting.

Out of what I want to talk about - and feel I can talk about - of the rest of today; well, I spent lunch with a groups of Sweaties who made the interesting point that most people at the Oast House are from Grammar schools therefore Sweaties must be more intelligent :-) Interesting, but not exactly empirically proved. We sat outside the library for a bit, in the blue/purplish room where everyone leaves their bags, and eventually Mrs. Rayment chucked us out. I pointed out that there was no 'No Loitering' sign, but we still had to move on. So we went to Abi's form room, only to be chucked out by Mr. Herbert (Herbie) who yelled at the Year 11s that this was not "a room for your age group". Yes, it contains explicit material. He threatened them all with detentions if they came in there again, "regardless of invitation" and so I said that he'd have to give us detentions to (ie, me and Abi) but I don't think he heard my stand so never mind. Is this rebellion? Life is too confusing! Every form room ought to be free for us, especially if we're invited by people who are in that form. (One of the others, incidentally, looks just how I imagine Katie Tate) I guess I just want to have the freedom to be with my friends. OK, so I didn't know that bunch that well, but we were only just getting to know each other.

Depressing.

Ricci and I chatted loads on the bus. It's scary how much our sense of humour has in common, although mine is slightly cleaner than his. I don't think I could be 'deep' with him but he's a great laugh to be around. I laughed at his 'Dora' script, featuring Mrs. Rayment. It was hilarious, although incredibly disrespectful. But hey, at least he referred to her only as 'Librarian.'

It was a chat show in which the Librarian basically fought it out with the noisy people in the library. The last word was 'Take care of yourselves QUIETLY.' Librarians are all silence lovers. (Warning, Simon and Garfunkel Quotation coming...)

"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

But enough of silence! The Noise!!!!

I got home and felt kind of reluctant to go. My shyness was annoying me. It was bright and sunny and perfect walking weather. God was certainly being weird if he didn't want me to go. Besides, I still had my Philippians verse in mind (see yesterday) and I thought, yes I'll go. Stephen gave me a lift, which was even cooler. Anyway, I felt better at this meeting, partly because I met Sarah from St. Justus on the way in, and chatting helped loosen me up. I was feeling kinda more confident than at the last meeting. Although when we prayed for some reason I just could not say my prayer. Weird. Too nervous for that I guess. But the meeting went OK, although I left kinda early (no more 'kind of's peeps) and there was a bit of a mix up about picking up that was rather annoying and is tempting me to buy a cheapie mobile phone at last.

Christina raised the issue of transport, and being as I've always lived too far from practically every social event, that was fairly close to my heart. My brain started working. Plenty of people in the Church would be willing, so announcement in Church. Board to sign up, with name, days willing to transport, address and phone number. If transport problems arise, phone the person on the list nearest to the person with problems. Quite simple.

I raised this point. Matt said, "Sounds like you'd be an excellent person to organise the transport at Green Street."

Would have raised more objections, but I'd just promised God that I'd do what he wanted me to do - because of the verse!! (see yesterday!!) and so I agreed. I'll have to ask Christina or someone else to raise awareness to the board to sign up at the service on Sunday I do not go to, but that should be all right. I'll have to call Dave John as well.

Yeah, I guess I'm disorganised but God's made sure I know how to do it. Yay! I'm feeling better already.

I guess he does want me in the Noise - at least part of it, but that's much better than nothing. Wow, how cool.

Note to self

-redesign prayer sheet

-design transport sheet; name, days willing, address, telephone number. Note underneath - have any problems with transport contact me. Number, e-mail.

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