When I was walking to pottery class tonight a guy stepped out of a shadowy area by the Arts Center and kind of startled me. Then he said "Excuse me, do you know Jesus loves you?" I was thrown and looked down for a little New Testament or something but didn't see anything in his hands. So, confused, I said "Yes, he does." Then after a few seconds it seemed like I should say more so I added, "And Jesus loves you, too."
But it felt like my voice was weird and there had been an odd pause so I giggled. Embarrassed, I felt like I had to explain the giggle so I said "I'm not laughing about that. It's just you startled me."
I was going to fish around my neck for a cross as evidence my giggling was not to mock (see, I'm Christain, too!) but I remembered I wasn't wearing any jewelry because it was pottery night and I get clay everywhere.
So I ran.
When I got to the classroom I looked at my husband and asked him if he knew that Jesus loved him. He said that funnily enough...
So I guess I was kind of mocking them. (Thank you for my rage, Jesus.)
Two hours later as we're walking across the parking lot to our cars we saw some guys come around the corner. John asked me if it was those same guys, prepared to be impressed they had stayed that long. Then he asked me if the school had a class where students earned grades for converting people.
But he couldn't remember the word "convert". He used the word "turning".
As if evanglelists are clerics and we were the undead.
But it felt like my voice was weird and there had been an odd pause so I giggled. Embarrassed, I felt like I had to explain the giggle so I said "I'm not laughing about that. It's just you startled me."
I was going to fish around my neck for a cross as evidence my giggling was not to mock (see, I'm Christain, too!) but I remembered I wasn't wearing any jewelry because it was pottery night and I get clay everywhere.
So I ran.
When I got to the classroom I looked at my husband and asked him if he knew that Jesus loved him. He said that funnily enough...
So I guess I was kind of mocking them. (Thank you for my rage, Jesus.)
Two hours later as we're walking across the parking lot to our cars we saw some guys come around the corner. John asked me if it was those same guys, prepared to be impressed they had stayed that long. Then he asked me if the school had a class where students earned grades for converting people.
But he couldn't remember the word "convert". He used the word "turning".
As if evanglelists are clerics and we were the undead.
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Just picturing that is. so. funny.
i'm afraid i will be using that word now.
but that's okay. :)
Ha!
=)
:)
i love trek so much i actuallly typed each of those out, no cutting and pasting.
I'm planning on decorating my hard hat (for class) with Trek emblems, hihi.
Geeks will be geeks.
Haha! ... that's good!
One can always tie things back to SciFi or Horror (films)
Zombie: Self-explanatory
Clerics: Equilibrium
Anyway, are you guys enjoying the pottery class?
I really want to take it at some point, I just hate the mess you get with clay. God made people, and people made ApoxySculpt: works like clay, hardens into a nice stable and sturdy plastic that can be painted, sanded, drilled, glued, etc.
Eventually Michelle and I are going to take that class to learn sculpting tricks, always good to learn new skills.
pottery is actually pretty cool, though the first ten or fiften minutes i sit there feeling inadequate and lost until I start playing with the clay. I've done six things so far and actually like four of them!! when do you plan on taking it? cuz Toaster and Redd want to take it, too, and how awesome would it be to have the six of us in there together?!?!?!?
I'm a christian too, but man... I hate-hate-HATE it when people do stuff like that! Oh, and plus, I hate being startled. That qualifies as an immediate pressing of the 'PTO' button . (Piss toaster off) So I can’t be held responsible for anything I say after that.
Oh...I just realized, not only do I gots the road-rage, I gots the sidewalk preacher rage too!
NO-I DON'T WANT YOUR STUPID PHAMPLET! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!
Edited at 2008-02-01 09:12 pm (UTC)
Personally I think running in your case was the smart thing to do, this guy sounds off.
eeeeps. my guy was a really sweet young kid who, because of my angle of entry to the atrium, happened to be behind a piller like thing so that i didn't see him until he spoke and i freaked :(
i felt pretty bad! but it also amused me. i'm sure they get all sorts of comments from people and probably my reaction wasn't the worst he experienced that night.
we missed you last night!
OK, not the creepy guy I thought at first, then.
Oberlin had a student-taught pottery course, and I applied every semester. The demand was huge, though, and I never got in.
if you don't sign up within the first week of registration you probably won't get a spot. which, sadly, often means the new students don't stand a chance because returning students get to register a week earlier.
i've actually told new students to sign up for another class they would find interesting so that they could be considered a returning student the next go-around for a better chance at pottery.