I believe in Providence. The random functions of life do not work in such a way as to ensure that your iPod shuffle will play two obscure songs back to back on the same day that you have them stuck in your head. When that happens, you have witnessed Providence.

I have been thinking about this idea for roughly the past two months, mainly because the events of my life have warranted such philosophic thoughts. First instance: Back in May I was looking for some way to make money this summer, since I had nixed my Alaska plans in favor of summer classes. I applied for a position at a local greenhouse; they needed someone to water the plants on the weekends so that the weekday staff could get a break. Of course, I was chosen over the other applicants because I have a great resume and I look studly. However, the key part of this job was being able to work every weekend, otherwise the normal staff would have to work 12 days straight. After accepting the job, I found out that the Visual Journalism class that I really wanted to take REQUIRED that I attend one weekend conference in July. (Read as "Dilemma.") So I called my "employer" to ask for one weekend off. Her reply two days later: We've found someone who can work the whole summer. Thank you. So, though I was willing to sacrifice my summer weekends -- and even drop the Vis J class to keep this job -- Providence kept me from that decision...

...Because I really like this Visual Journalism class and I really didn't want to drop it. So it is rather fitting that I am in this class. Lately, I have been contemplating my major (Environmental Journalism) and considering sticking around college to double major with Visual Journalism or Graphic Design. Writing for Journalism is like riding a bike: you never forget how to do it, but if it's been awhile you question if you can still do it. Thus I've been unsure about my writing ability. The chaos that surrounded my first week as a reporter for the Western Front didn't help either. And just when I needed it most, Providence brought me some encouragement.

I got my first article back today. Even though it didn't get printed in the newspaper, I got the only A in the class. My professor even read parts of it aloud. I didn't think the article was anything special, but then again I tend to sell myself short. I do know how to ride this bike.

There are many other notable and recent examples where the decisions of my life have been guided by Providence. How do I know? Because if left to my own devices, I would be in a totally different position right now and probably not be the cheery person I enjoy being.

Enough said. I shall wax poetic more once I have a cup of coffee
Ike -- "It's tough to admit and admit and admit"