Thursday, April 26, 2007


I'll post something real when school is done. In a few weeks.

Gosh... I turn 18 soon.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

High Gear: The Final Chapter

In this annual event in my life anyway.

High Gear was formerly known as "Youth Round Up" and then "Districts" and then the fabricated and highly unoriginal name of "High Gear" that has somehow caught on in those of my year in school. Perviously it focused on encouraging the arts in the church but the past few years it has grown to cover more than that and therefore had a difficult time of doing it completely effectively. This year toned it down, changed location to the excellent location of West Shore Evangelical Church known for its excellent size and facilities (and their clean bathrooms as Amy and I noticed). The focus shifted to zero in on those arts involved in what the western world refers to as a "worship service," namely worship teams, theatre, dance, etc. Three things stood out to me from these hours, one of which is what makes "High Gear" or whatever you wish to refer to it as something I have consistently attended over the years, two of which that made this weekend unique and encouraging.

The later two items included the theatre workshop and music by singer Jake Armerding. Cait, Gretchen, Bethany, and I headed to the workshop this morning with not much enthusiasm for doing anything that involved participation (unless it was the head turner of the evening before). For the next hour and a half we were made to "participate" and it turned out to be an enjoyable time and quite a learning experience as well. We did various acting exercises of which seemed silly and pointless in the beginning but which were explained afterwards, a progression that allowed me to be rather impacted by what was being taught. We covered things such as making sure to react at appropriate times and not before; to stay in character even while engrossed in the character's purpose in a setting; how a walk should reflect a person's character; that body language it 80% of our communication and the lines are only secondary importance; and how lines can be read a million different ways. These last two lessons were particularly prominent in our time there and some of my favorite exercises. The other girls did phenomenal in that last exercise, particularly Cait. Some good times in that hour.

The second significant event was right after the workshop. We headed in for the session and spent a good hour and more worshiping to the music composed and performed by Jake whose last time I can't pronounce or remember how to spell. He was incredible. Its hard to put into words exactly what I got out of that time of him sharing inbetween songs and then listening with great enjoyment to the music he created. I think it boiled down to a reminder of the importance for good art, art that is both well crafted and given meaning by God Himself. That is what truely adds eternal value and significance to a Christian's art. All I wanted to do was write for hours after just a few songs, rather the reaction I had to Aradhna when they visited our church last year. I bought a cd and have been listening to it for the rest of this afternoon.

The third and the common element of all High Gear weekends are the lulls between the actions. Gentle, quite times generally spent outside or in the middle of hallways, where we do nothing, say little, and throw frisbees. The sun is always so bright, and everything so peaceful and quiet. Each year has had its supply of these just as spring is beginning to make a sure footed appearance. I love these times and a main reason why I kept going back throughout highschool. Today these came while waiting for the bus that never showed. Eventually we were shuttled home by friends and adults with vehicles but the time of waiting was lovely.

Tim: "Dana, this is it. Our High Gears are over."

How strange... I keep making plans for next year...

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Here I come!

PSU, Dana Ray has arrived on campus.

For a day.

Very exciting. Walked around, got hot chocolate at the creamery, talked to some folks about class schedualing, all climaxing in a dinner with some folks from Campus Crusade and then a visit to the Cru meeting itself! Not that I've accepted this as my future location, I'm very excited walking around and imagining myself here and wondering how I will view it in four years time. Dad and I were talking about maybe trying to finish a semester early, saving some money, and then spending it while travelling for a while before going to further work or graduate school. Plans, plans, plans.

No one knows the future except God Himself.

Well, I need to go. Pray that things will fall into place for this fall. And that I'll still be able to go to Jr high harvey cedars despite vacation plans... oh gosh... I want to go so bad...

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Jazz Boots

Practices for Fiddler are beginning to look up. I am praying that aquaintances are more firmly tied down into friendships before the ship sails in two weeks. I admire some of these people very much and wish I could have had more acting time with them all. Ah well. It was good for me to the little side of plays for once, being a small fish in a big pond rather than a small fish in a small pond. If that made any sense, I congratulate you.

Classes are plummeting toward the end with two more tests, a speech and two finals standing between me and graduation. I know that sounds measely in reference to other people's scheduals but I do feel rather stretched between that and musical and dinner theatre preparations and evaluations on Friday.

Can someone please explain to me why I have to go to evaluations AGAIN when I have EVERYTHING compelted, made As, and am attending a local college? Why?! Very frustrating and time consuming. Actually though, I don't think I have to do a portfolio. Or at the very least, Mom has forgotten to tell me to make one. I'm heading to PSU for the day tomorrow and see the town and meet some people from Campus Crusade. Hopefully.

In other news, they are showing a screening of The Painted Veil at PSU Harrisburg, Sunday night at 7pm. Free to the public. Mim? Sarah? Anyone?

Sunday, April 15, 2007

"Somewhere I Have" by ee cummings

It is spring and so I read this poem and think of pink columbines.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what is is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Martin Luther

A long day yesterday.

El Faro visiting and work. Gretch and I had such a good time smashing those evil tiles out of the way.

Then the two hours in the car buying hot chocolate, and trying to find CD Middle School for a track meet. I missed the whole thing. No, I never found them. So we drank the hot chocolate. I was frustrated.

Then pizza and popcorn with Gretch while watching Princess Diaries 2.

Then a lovely, God sent nap, waking up to the sound of cookie dough in the making.

Then a good few hours with some friends over to watch a movie on Martin Luther. I don't think we ever figured out what was going on but I laughed my way through most of it and stayed up very late.

I should really post profound things sometime.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Recitals and Stairs

Yesterday was a strange day.

First, Moe came into speech class and informed me that some of his guy friends were interrogating him about me. I laughed so hard. He said "Yeah, it was really wierd."

Second, we went to Wendy's. Then Mom and the kids showed up. We had no idea they were coming too.

Third, we went to a ballet recital. Now that isn't the wierd part because we like to Gretch dance. However. It was wierd that we got good balcony seats. And then it was even wierder who ended up all around us. Yep. The loudest, most obnoxious highschoolers that ever walked the face of the planet. Between, "Go Emma!" and the mocking "Go Lilianbeatricmarx!" and "Shut the [epithet] up" we were giggling uncontrolably through most of the performance. The guy beside Hannah said that she could punch him if he got annoying. I ended up next to him the following act and he was annoying. He asked if I wanted to punch him and so I said "yes." He got rather loud just then and everyone told him to shush but he loudly proclamed that I was about to punch him.


Gretchen and Rachel Lengerich made it worth it. And the little boy as Tarzan who melted our hearts.

And then as we left, creeping out in the dark between songs, Hannah missed a step and fell flat on her face down four steps. Yeah, everyone was giggling, and she could hardly walk for laughing. It was pretty crazy.

And now I'm going to El Faro for the day. Hurrah!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007


Work: my favorite thing about the Med Center are the doors. The electric ones that swing open when you approach. When no one is in the hallway, I stride towards them and flick my wrist in the air at just the right spot. Then they open as if magical doors obeying my commands or invisible servants there for my every whim. It also has names that sound like they are from The Ministry of Magic from Harry Potter, such as "The Department of Artifical Organs." That names just stricks me and I don't know why.

School: I have to say that the ground work on the campus is lovely. I love the maple trees that are turning all red with buds. And visitng my teacher, Kelli Eberlein. Some of the other students are becoming welcome faces too.

Home: The kitchen. I love our kitchen. And I love our trees. A house isn't half a home if it doesn't have big trees.

Church: the hill behind the church with the view of Hershey. And the little path that goes into the woods.

"Don't worry, Dana. Your a freshman in our eyes."

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Yesterday, I watched one of the craziest, beautiful films ever encountered. I was rather confused and awed by the end and have since had to recant my statement made in the midst of a rather heated battle: "This film is just an excuse for sword fights and love scenes." Set in China (and played in Chinese), it is a fantastic, fairy tale with meaning film with depth and an incredible accomplishments in all things technicle. During the first roof top battle I began to laugh at its seemingly child like crazy maneuvers. I soon realized however, that these were not meant to be simply to be but as something that would advance the plot and develop character. It was beyond any sword fighting I had ever seen and makes previously admired PotC fighting look like childs play. And the ending was mad, mad, mad.

But I loved it very much.

On a side note: don't watch it in English. I felt I was missing things for the first five minutes then switched back to Chinese with subtitles. A much better option!

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

So I Took A Road

Penn State it is.

I have never been more sad about saying "no" to someone than I have over not accepting my admission to Covenant. But its the right decision. I think.

I pray.