It all started with warm milk

"What a day," he exclaimed to himself after returning from what had been the most disappointing day this semester.
"I simply cannot believe all that has happened today.  And it all started with warm milk."

Yep, this day has been quite a difficult one for the once boisterous Adam Wengronowitz.  The events of the day shall hereby be regarded as 'crazy,' painful,' 'strange,' and 'heartrending.'

The day began as any other; there was a slight fog hovering over the AE campus and Adam clambered out of bed and sluggishly made his way to the bano.  As the toilet flushed, he pursued the previous night's fear that his computer may not be 100% healthy.  Sitting down in the rather uncomfortable desk chair, Adam pressed the button in the top right corner of his recently purchased, 3-year-old, macbook (which had been bought from former room mate Brian Kam for a very reasonable price).

As soon as his finger released from a prolonged push of the button, he knew something was not right.  The screen flickered and the computer seemed to be in a state of meltdown.
"What, is this thing going to vomit on me," he thought to himself.  The sounds it began to make closely resembled those of a 6-year-old goat being led to the slaughter house.

The computer did not turn on.  The log in screen did not pop up with its usual "I'm glad to see you today" noise.  The glorious South African sunset background did not appear.  Rather, a white screen reared its ugly head, followed by a folder icon emblazoned with the most upsetting question mark you had ever seen.

"Well, this just makes me want to slam my face into a door jam numerous times," Adam exclaimed with ferocity.  He was talking to no one in particular of course because the other members of Andrew Murray were either still fast asleep or just opening their crusty eyes.  After numerous tries at resetting the computer Adam realized the computer was dead.  He later found out from a colleague the computer had probably overheated and fried the hard drive, resulting in total and complete computer fail.  C-R-A-P

At least breakfast would be good right?  WRONG.  Adam waltzed on over to the cereal bar with confidence, grabbed his bowl, filled it with scrumptious bran flakes and proceeded to fill it to the brim with yummy milk.  After gently seating his nether region on the cushy seating he scooped what should have been the most glorious first bite of food of the day.  WRONG.  Have you ever experienced microwave warmed milk in your cold milk only cereal?  Well Adam has.  And let it be noted that it does not taste good..at all.

But obviously Adam was not about to waste some bran flakes due to gross milk.  So he scarfed it down quickly and then almost threw it all up again.  Time to pack lunch for the field trip to the bushmen cave paintings 2 hours away.  Oh wait, didn't bring the lunchbox up to the cafe.  No worries, just another trip down and up the fat hill in the cold, blinding fog.

Adam was feeling a tuna fish sandwich for lunch later on so that's what he made.  Along with some cheeto's knock-offs, a juice box, water bottle and a pear, today's lunch was sure to be good.  WRONG.  Adam thought he might as well just use the ends of the bread loaf so they could just disappear.  Because everyone knows that no one is going to use them and they'll just get thrown away.  So he used 'em, and used 'em good.  After what seemed to be a good saran wrapping job, Adam hopped on down to the bus and jumped in.

Too bad he hadn't had any alone time yet so he was not ready to be in a group setting.  No worries though.  The trip was over soon enough; unfortunately the 7,476 pot holes in the road had left Adam's buttocks a tad perturbed.

As the hike began Adam and his 3 buddies (Byron, Joey, and Zach) formed a hardcore parkour club and decided to jump off every single rock and hill along the way.  Pulling gnar sick crazy 360 mute grabs, fakie 540 stalefishes, and the occasional Christ air, the four were dominating the terrain while capturing some sweet pics as well.  It was all good until lunch time when Adam discovered that his tuna fish sandwich had exploded in his lunch box and covered everything else in it too.  Yeah, try eating a tuna fish pear, or drinking tuna fish water.  Not very fun.

"It's o.k," Wengro thought out loud, "God is in control today and His hand guides me.  It is in Him I place my trust and He is my refuge...no matter what."

The group decided to adopt the name, Sanhedrin, for their parkouring skills.  After everyone checked out the cave paintings and learned about the history of bushmen, they began a very steep, long decent into the valley below.  Jumping off logs, rocks, trees and people, the daredevil stuntmen were on a roll.  It wasn't soon until one of the front runners, Joey, discovered a massive log suspended 13 ft in the air.  Obviously this needed to be conquered so Adam and Zach decided to bust out a tandem jump.  The landing had to be perfectly executed though or else...bad news.

The jump was sick!  The picture looks awesome!  Too bad Adam decided to do a combat roll after he landed.  Let's just say his brand new digital camera, the first one he has ever owned, is now inoperable.  Great.  No computer + no camera = basically Adam can't survive the rest of the semester because his entire life was on that computer and all his notes from stupid theology (online class) and all his music, all his pictures from said camera, and numerous important documents.

Not only that but there is a rash on his arm from trying to make a bamboo raft with natural rope from the surrounding plants.  Not only that but there is a sizable gash on his big toe from tromping around barefoot in the mud, attempting to dam up the swimming hole.  Not only that but there are cracks in his heel from who knows what and they still haven't healed.  Not only that but there is so much work to be done and it's hard seeing so many people getting engaged, watching so many couples enjoying each other's presence, watching friends get married and just, when is it Adam's turn huh?

I made this sound a lot worse than it actually was.  I was just in a bum mood but recently had some good prayer time with my brother Calvin so I'm feeling better.

I know that God is in control.  Father, into your arms I will run and I trust your plan and calling no matter what.  Help me be still and know that you are God.  YOU ALWAYS PROVIDE.  YOU ALWAYS LOVE.  YOU ARE ALWAYS FAITHFUL,  EVEN WHEN I AM NOT.  God, forever you have my heart.  Help me remain true to your word and run to you when I'm scared.  Thanks for trials and thanks for disappointing days.  You are great Abba.  See ya later