I am typing this post in History of Islam class. It is very bad of me, but if I don't post (and drink my mint-tea-double-hot-chocolate) I will most likely fall asleep. It has been an odd day from start to finish, utterly full. I didn't make it into Student Senate, but all is well. I sort of knew that would happen. I think my time in Student Senate is past. I was needed during all those years of conflict; now I am obsolete. I think this is completely true. I have other responsibilities now.

I have a few ends to tie up. Honor Code. Student government website. But these are both the duties of commissions, which may be inhabited by members who are not actually student senators. My Honor Code Commission duties may actually conflict with the senate.

I felt my defeat on Sunday evening when, after teaching Sunday school, a freak migraine rendered me utterly incapable of movement or even of keeping my eyes open. I had been planning to campaign through all the women's dorms. Due to my migraine I only made it through D3 before 10:30pm. As I lay in my bed in the dark with eyes closed, I asked God, "Why?" I felt then that He was answering that He didn't want me to make it into Student Senate. I don't understand yet, but I know I will. I did all I could; I didn't make it. The answer is clear. My time can be spent elsewhere than in argument.  ¶ 5:42 PM