And so it is

I suppose it might get boring to listen to someone who is in college; it's all that they talk about. It's a mini life seperated from the rest of the world, and yet it's a full life varying from the silliest to the deepest moments. One thing I've noticed in myself is the way my writing and my voice changes from classes and the cafeteria. For example, I had a math assingment to be written out in paragraph form (I didn't know this process existed), and it sounded archaic. I was using words like 'indeed' and 'therefore', and threw in an 'alas' for good measure. That was my voice in writing homework, my voice in the cafeteria is a little more modern. We talk about things like existentialism (which I didn't know existed until recently; look it up and then watch Run Lola Run), and rolling pennies and using mentos as explosives. It varies with the amount of sleep one recieves.
But then there is another voice, and it isn't designated to classes or the the cafeteria. It's the voice that listens. I suppose that's an oxymoron, but it's true. When you listen, your voice changes. Already there have been deep, personal conversations on this campus. There have been moments of profound joy, from listening to hymns in a chapel to watching movies in dorms, and moments of complete despair (those first days were hell). In each of those moments, the voice of listening changed me from a college-student-finding-her-way to a child of God. In the moments that I really listen, I can see the blessings and challenges from God, and it is in those moments that I am changing.