decisions, decisions...

I have been handed opportunity this week. I have been asked to help write and to help create a class at Fuller. This quarter I TA-ed Theology and Hip Hop culture and was moved spiritually, musically, and intellectually. It was such a healthy endeavor and through that opportunity I realized the desire that was in me to teach in the future. Mix this all together and I might be helping the Professor do research in the area of Hip Hop and feminism. It would be a dream come true to approach the topic and help with the dialogue regarding such an issue. It seems as if the scholarship in this area is pretty slim and lines seemd to be drawn in the sand and each side asks the reader to choice one or the other. I hope to help ask for both sides of the story...

Growing up hip hop was something you participated in because it was everywhere. I chose more the lines of rock, punk, and alternative, but if you wanted to dance hip hop was it. I can't believe sometimes that I get to be a part of this, to take the time to interact with this story and the stories of those who choose to participate in the art.

It is the end of the quarter and there seems like so much still to do. I am tired and I can't seem to shake it.

There are so many new, exciting, decisions to make. It seems tough sometimes to make a healthy, wise, decision; hoping that I make a choice that not just affects me but where I live, work, play, and communicate. I am excited for the time but there is so much one competes with...classes, work, the GRE, doctoral applications, reading for the future, and then being able to listen, watch, and hear what's happening in the bear of our culture. I close my eyes as I write this because I never would have thought this would have been my life.

Who knows what the day might bring...