War Paint and Rain!

Here are some fun facts about me, your favorite ginger:
I am a Seminole until I die. Go Florida State University!
My teepee, also known as my apartment, is my home. (Yeah I could just call it my apartment, but that's no fun. Plus I'm a Seminole, and Seminoles live in teepees. Duh.)

Ever since I moved into this here teepee and became a Seminole, I've learned a few lessons here. I'll keep learning these lessons for the next two or three years while I finish my degree. And I'm determined to let you non-Indian folk know about the things that I learn here, so that maybe you can take it with you to your civilization. Bahaha I crack myself up!

So let's start with today's first lesson: War paint washes off in the rain.

Now let me explain. Yesterday was my first day at Florida State University. If you have ever been to this amazing school, you'll know that it is HUGE! A girl can get exhausted walking around there, and since I had most of my classes spread out across this huge campus over the course of eight hours, you know that I had a long day ahead of me. So I decided to dress comfy, with my FSU t-shirt on, old basketball shorts, and flip-flops. I was comfy, but I was a nasty lookin' Nole! So since I only had one class today and then the BCM worship service after that, I decided that I'd try to look somewhat attractive. I mean, I didn't have a lot to do today, so why not? I put on a cute little pink dress. I straightened my hair. I did a nice job on my makeup. Then it was time for me to go to my bus stop and catch the Seminole Express to the main FSU campus!

I stood there, waiting for my bus. I felt like Rebecca Black in her song "Friday"!
I waited some more. Some ant bit my foot. Grrr.
I started searching for the Osecola Route bus, but no one was coming. Suddenly, I felt something come down from the sky. Rain. And it was coming down faster than Rebecca Black goes to the bus stop to find her friends on Friday!
"Mehhhhh I hate my liffeee!" I whimpered after that stupid bus showed up, 15 minutes late. I was soaking wet, would barely make my next class, and the kind girl next to me politely told me that I had a twig on my dress from the rain. I knew that my makeup had completely washed off and that my hard work of trying to look good was all in vain. I was not only a nasty lookin' Nole, but one drenched in the Florida rain.

As I finished my Spanish class that day and started heading out towards the BCM, I realized something: why do I want to spend my whole life working on my image when it's just going to wash off in the rain? Why do I want to try to prove that I'm the prettiest, richest, smartest, coolest girl there is when in the end, all of that stuff is going to mean nothing at the end of the day? Just like make-up washes off in the rain, image washes away in life. I want to spend my life on the things that matter, like helping people, doing the right thing no matter what, forgiving people who have hurt me, and loving people like Jesus would. I want to serve people, not serve myself, because at the end of the day, none of that stuff will matter when the storm of life comes, just like all of my attempts to look pretty were in vain when the rain came.