Dearest yall,
As I journeyed around the NSU campus with no destination in mind, I realized I had not yet written the SFA Edition of my life for you all to read and enjoy. Allow me to give you people some background information. The Big Chi Alpha Group and myself went to a small college in Texas called Steven F. Austin. They are all about Lumberjacks and Cowboys. We went on up over there to help out their Big Chi Alpha Group for what we like to call Explosion 2001. It was real neat.
I would first like to explain the day we left. Mr. Joshua Higgins informed us all that we should meet behind the union here at little ol' NSU at promptly 2pm or else he would leave us here. I, being the prompt man I always am, pulled up with Mark and Antione precisely at 2:05 just in time to see Josh's break lights as he pulled out. I grabbed Antione and told him to, "Cruz, Jack." Antione jumped behind the wheel and I crawled to the roof. Antione was able to position the Wagon right behind van Josh was driving. I jumped from the Wagon onto the van and crawled across the roof and did one of those neat things were I stick my head in front of the front window and scream like Harry from "Harry and the Henderson's." Josh hit the break and I flew about twenty feet but it was all good. We were now on the way to SFA!!!
About halfway through the first minute of the ride, I took of my orange Chi Alpha hat and put on my big blue cowboy hat. It was real neat. I was sitting "shotgun" and Josh just sort of looked at me and said, "You freak." Josh is a great spiritual leader.
As we pulled into Lafayette, Josh saw the Mother of all Gas Stations and tried to pull in. The problem was we needed to get on the other side of the highway. Ignoring the big orange sign that said, "No left turn," Josh made a left turn. A big Police looking dude (I'll call him Officer Dudley) looked as Josh and said, "What the heck is wrong with you?" Mr. Higgins informed the officer that he didn't understand what the sign said. Josh was right; the sign was put in a funny place. Officer Dudley just sort of looked at Josh funny and told us to pull in the gas station. I looked and Antione and said, "Well that cop was dumb. We were going there anyway." I hopped out the van and told Josh that John Price and I would gladly lay the smack down on Officer Dudley but Josh said it was fine. Mr. Higgins and the Dud-Man ended up getting everything situated as all us students got food and stuff. After all the shopping was done, we all loaded back into the van. I then told everyone to make sure his or her buddy was there. Kenny shouted out from the back, "Sullivan isn't here."
This is where I make a "side note" and talk about my good friend Sullivan Turner. Sullivan was born and raised in Kansas City, Utah. He is referred to around campus as "Mr. Nicholls." He was raised on a farm by Canadian Monks who liked to play Frisbee and tidily winks. When he was 19, he moved to San Francisco and created "Rice-a-Roni." He then sold the company so he could get an education at Nicholls. Mr. Tuner is also a football player. He's the star running back for the Nicholls State Fighting Farmboys. He's a pretty rough dude too. He beat the crud out of me for no good reason one night at SFA but he can cook something awful good. He enjoys fishing, cutting grass, and the company of one Miss Shonda Smith.
Well, enough about Sully. The point is, he was missing. We didn't know where he was. Annette jumped out the van and spotted him and commenced doing her Sun Dance.
We later made a stop to eat where I meet some wanna be cowboys. After I downed my burger, I walked back to the van were Sullivan, Josh, and a few others were just chilling. Sullivan looked at me and said, "Josh, look across that parking lot and tell me what you see."
I looked up and said, "Looks like a cowboy, Cowpoke."
"I dare you to go talk to them."
I straitened my blue cowboy hat, cracked my neck, pulled out my notebook and walked on over. When I was within twenty feet of them I thought, "Oh heck I'm going to get myself killed." I ventured over to the cowboy, who was having car trouble, and opened up my notebook.
"Excuse me sir, are you a cowboy?"
"Am I a what?"
"A cowboy. You have a cowboy hat and a belt and stuff."
"A cowboy?"
"Yes sir, a cowboy. I'm a really big fan of cowboys."
"Well, I guess I'm a cowboy."
"Can I have your autograph?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your autograph. I always wanted a cowboy's autograph."
He just sort of looked at me funny and I held out my notebook.
"I don't give autographs anymore, Son."
"Ok, thank you.",/p>
I turned and walked back, thankful to be alive.
When we finally arrived in Texas, I meet a real cowboy who's name I believe was Justin. He gave me an autographed picture of him that is now hanging on my mirror. Justin had a cell phone. I've never seen cowboy with a cell phone.
Another cool thing I did in Texas was I killed a tree with my bare hands. I grabbed that sucker and pulled in out the ground. It was then, for the first time ever, that I felt like a real man. I could now call myself a Mighty Fighting Lumberjack named Will.
I also rolled down a big hill. Annette took a picker and John D. said I looked like a giant Oreo cookie.
Mark made some pretty funny quotes but since I'm not the quote guy I ain't going to share. All I'm going to say is Chi Alpha's about to start. I'm cutting it close, Jack. I got to cruise.
That is by far not the only stuff we did in big Texas. We did alot of cool stuff like 2 x 2 witnessing and the neat contact table question of the day thing. Kellie even led this one person to the Lord (got her saved, redeemed her life, saved her soul, showed her God's mercy, etc.). It was really a quite awesome experience. Off the subject, but Amy O. is a very violent person. John P, Antione, and I were walking Amy and Dwan back to the house the girls were staying in one night. I was walking a little ahead of Amy and Amy just decides to, for absolutely NOOOOOOOO reason, just whack me in the back of the head with her purse. Ok, back on the subject. The trip was real cool and God really moved and stuff. I haven't heard anything about how SFA's meeting the next day was but I'm sure God really moved. God has really begun to move on our campus and I see alot more people, including myself, start to step out of our "comfort zone." It's still hard and stuff but we getting better, with God's help of course.
Remember yall, if ya want to come to Chi Alpha (and actually live in Houma), the meetings (services) are Thursday nights at 7 in Li Bijou Theater in the Bollinger Memorial Union at NSU. Prayer starts at 6:30.
Yall have a good morning and in the words of my childhood hero Jethro Clampet, "Y'all come back now, ya hear!"
Josh