Another Day To Be Praised

I have had 2 great days in a row and it was all because of Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and God.

People often say that God will grant us happiness when we walk with him and that he will satisfy, fulfill, and reward us for a walk with him. I remembered praying about wanting to experience the journey with Him, and the past two days has been amazing, and I cannot wait for more of his plans. I have been praying to him about wanting to love people just as he would want me to love them. I also asked him for direction and guidance of how to love his people, his creation.

I have also been praying to him about my pridefulness and because I got a lot of those going on and it is causing me to be unable to connect with people and to view them just as broken as I am. I want God to show me how to love people, to be kind and gentle. I want to view people according to how God would want me to see them.

I also been praying for my action to reflect Him, so that when people see me, they can ask me why I am this or that way, then I can point and credit God and to tell them that it is because of Him I am this way and that without him I am super broken and unstable in all of my ways.

I want to be God’s good representation, to be the little light house on the hill for the broken, the lost to see, and once they arrive, I will welcome them and tell them about the one who built this house, the one who furnished the floor and ceiling. That this light house was a wreak, but because of God, this light house is under going a lifetime improvement and is waiting until the day that the builder return to proclaim his great name!

How uncoincidental is God’s work. I’ve been praying to him about wanting to love people according to Him. I am on a plan (devotional) on my Bible App about Love Like Jesus. And just a couple of minutes ago as I was opening my Instagram and the feature image popped up about “Love one another,” just according to my prayer to Christ. I am in awe and amaze of God’s work and timing. Thank you, Jesus.

Delicious Lunch

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Another praises adding to this is what a delicious lunch I had today! I warmed up my leftover burrito bowl I bought yesterday from the Market at Stangel/Murdough student residential hall. I do not have leftover because I finish all my food most of time time, unless I am in a hurry or the food was too much. The reason for my leftover was the ladder. In addition to my leftover burrito bowl, I decided to make scrabble eggs to go with it, which tasted great. I found out about adding milk (I use almond milk) to my eggs made them soft and fluffy just as how I liked them. I remebered thinking how this lunch tasted great, was more delicious and special, which I thanked him more.

I also had a great time listening to lectures in my sociology and genetics class. At the end of my sociology lecture, I decided to tell Dr. Koch how entertaining his lecture was today (as the talk made me smile and I had great time listening to his stories), which I also thanked God more.

 

Do you see Color?

How interesting is this that as I laid my head on my pillow, praying that the Lord would help me study for my genetic test this up coming week, and as thoughts are running through my head, this one particular thought certainly got me triggered enough to open the lamp, undergoing rapid light distinction that I had to squinted my eyes. I grabbed my phone “You-tubing,” “What is white people?” Which is such as weird question to ask, but I wanted to find the answer. Perhaps I could find something about how they were raised, what they were taught, what sort of values they were being reinforce and/or punish, etc. Perhaps learning more about White people will help me to understand them better.

The thought of me at the Truck or Treat event I volunteered this evening at the High Point Village was a place where I met a girl named, I honestly couldn’t remember her name. The meeting of her led me to think about the fact that I did not have any close white friends. In fact, I feel as if there is something disconnected or not in sync. This thought made me ponder or hypothesize that how I grow up and how Whites people grow up may be different. I pray that God would allow me to see something that I have been blind to. I am not sure what else to say.

I moved to the United States 8 years ago, in 2009. I did have some worries about fitting in or making friends because I couldn’t speak the language and I look different.  Will I be able to make friends, are they going to like me, etc. Growing up in my home country, everyone is Thai, and I did not feel different. We are the majority. I felt pretty inclusive with no distinction. However, that obviously changed when I came to the United States. I can recalled perhaps 6 minutes ago, realizing that I was being labeled as Asian for the first time in America. It’s not that I didn’t know that I am Asian. It is just that I didn’t think being Asian is anything special, especially. It’s just I am Asian and so what or what about it? I also realized that people in America had this picture of how Asians were or are supposed to be and it is not that they are so wrong in doing so, but because I honestly sometimes wonder in similar maner about how other races may be like as well.

I grew up in a place that are willing to assimilate, a term I recently learned in my sociology class, which my professor described as “the willing to celebrate other culture.” Growing up in Thailand, I remember growing up learning that Thai people also like other cultures as well as their own and sometimes would also criticize their own sets of values. It is not that Thai people aren’t patriotic, it just that they also sees their own flaws, so Thai people will state the pros and cons of other cultures and compare those to themselves. I remember seeing differences as being pretty good, except maybe the Burmese because we had war with them. But Thailand loves other nations, all over. They still are today. I’m not bias here, but again that depends on your judgement. I grow up where I love and wanted to explore other nations and their people. This made me realized how racial issue in America is really a thing. I am not sure how to address it in a way that I feel would be wise.

One thing that I still am certain about how I ought to feel about race is that I don’t want to see color. I want to see people being people and not because they are black, hispanic, white, asians, or whatever, mixed race. It should not matter and does not matter. I don’t get it. We’re being taught to see color. Perhaps nature allows us to distinct our differences? Do nature do that? Do lions, tigers, wolves, rabbits, turtles, buffalos, or kangaroos hang out within their own kind? I guessed most of them do, actually. Anyway, I think that it is normal for us to hang out or be around those who we feel have the more in common to us, which explains a lot about race in particular. It make sense now. Still, I’m debating with myself here. Animal have many different definition, I used the first definition from Merriam-Webster that define animal as “any of a kingdom (Animalia) of living things including many-celled organisms and often many of the single-celled ones (such as protozoans) that typically differ from plants in having cells without cellulose walls, in lacking chlorophyll and the capacity for photosynthesis, in requiring more complex food materials (such as proteins), in being organized to a greater degree of complexity, and in having the capacity for spontaneous movement and rapid motor responses to stimulation.” Therefore, if we agree with Merriam-Webster then we are also animal, but we are the kind of animal that know truths and lies, since our ancestors ate the apple in the Garden of Eden. We have thoughts and ideas. Therefore, being racist is not right. Do you have the right to be racist? There is a law against discrimination in work place, etc, but there is not law against prejudicial, because prejudicial concerns human value, so I guess it’s okay to be racists as long as it doesn’t lead to having racist behavior? Well, why not just not be racist in the first place, so that way, we can protect others and ourselves from breaking the law? No that is not the point.

I would encourage all of you who may came upon this blog and my ponder at 3 in the morning to think about why color should not matter but seeing people for who they are despite the color factor should be something to think about. We are similar yet we are also different. We are human with set of values that we hold upon. The law of nature says something about “we are all created equal.” How true is that do you think? Obviously not so true, since there are income-gap in our nation, the division of labor, and specialization, but these things are all manmade. We need doctors and lawyers as much as we need custodians and trash collectors. We again were taught to categorize what jobs were consider more prestigious than others similar to how we are taught to see the color we feel okay with and other a little different.

I am not sure if I am arguing, persuading, simply rambling, or roughly all three of the above. At the end, I think I want to see and love people as who they are regardless of the color of their skin or how they look. Seriously, life is more to it than that.

So to all of my future friend out there who will look different from me because I don’t think there is another me in this world. I am looking forward to meeting and getting to know you regardless of how you look. I don’t want to make an assumption that you might be different from me because if I were to think as such then I also don’t think we will become friend. I want to meet you without any expectation. I simply wanted to meet you with a hopeful attitude and open mind, which I am curious to see of how this would turn out.

 

There has been times…

There has been times when I am sitting with 250+ people in a lecture hall in college and wonder, “What am I doing here, exactly?” and why am I only listening to, who knows, so called “professor.” I had these thoughts that what these professors’ life had been before they got into this position, where they had 250+ something audiences, some willingly, most, I am guessing, unwillingly listening to them talk about something that more than likely will not be retained, other than perhaps emotional-connected topic. Seriously, I wonder why in the world am I listening and lacking facial expression. It was such a huge class, so it was harder to ask multiple questions when I wanted to ask because that’s the way I engage truly. The fact that information comes out of professor’s mouth to 250+ students ears, I wondered whether these information will actually be processed or were they simply went out the other ear.

I am sure there has been days when I love going to lecture, those days are typically days I prepare for class. Still,  I sometime wish that I can interact and ask questions and not simply sit like a stone and listening to words. 😪

So far, I am still questioning one of my professors motive about teaching the class of whether or not she cares about passing on her understanding of the concept to the students or is she simply going to let the textbook teach us. I strongly belief that human’s way of understanding the material from the textbook and apply in words to other human being can be easier to understand than learning the material on our own. Once I understand difficult problem, I can teach the material to my sister in less than amount of time she will have to understand on  her own because I knew which parts were tricky or confusing. Teacher or tutors whom were struggling when they learned the concept will tend to be better explainers.

I truly hope I can master chemistry and genetics, along with labs this semester. I will try to stay positive and motivated all throughout. For now, goodnight and sleep tight! 🛌💤

First blog post

My name is Pitchayapa, which is how I named mypitching.blog. After reading an article my sociology professor had assigned on our first day of class, called “Prospective Employees: Your Job In College Is Not To Get A Job” by Gene Marks, in a laundry room at my dorm, I was quickly inspired to create my first blog. Despite loud noises from the washer and drying machines, I was able to focus on the reading, which do not happened typically. I remembered when I was young, there were times when I thought of writing a diary. There were also other times when I thought of making a YouTube channel and having a blog. I reasoned that 99 dollars subscription to create a blog was too expensive and that I would not be able to commit. Well, what led me into finally overcoming my stinginess was the fact that creating a blog is an investment. For each blog I post will act like money I put into savings. I also like the idea of being able to collect all the events, day-to-day stories because I just transferred to a university away from home. What a great way to start blogging when I am experiencing this stage of life that will only happened once! Hopefully 😜.

The idea that I can simply write what I want to write excites me. This sort of writing is not something I would turned in for a letter grade or submit to a writing center to prove read. This sort of writing is a therapy in itself. There are no drafts, but only the original. I can share my experiences, thoughts, and ideas with others while using a technology that my dad paid for me to start college as a tool.

Let’s get into the story, shall we? Well, since this is my first blog,  I will tell a little about myself here and there, but this is not a biography, so what comes to my mind, I will simply type.

I was born in Ranong, Thailand. My family moved to the U.S. in 2009, when I was twelve. I started middle school that was only 2 minutes from my house and I started high school in another district. After high school, I decided that I was not yet ready for a university life, so I enrolled in a community college for a year in the honors program. I later knew sort of what I wanted to, so I transferred to a bigger university in pursuance of a degree that would paved my way to medical school. Now, when people asked me what major am I, well, as of right now, I told them that I am a Pre-MED, hoping to declare a major. They would automatically think that I am smart, which I don’t think is totally accurate. A smart or a dumb person can be a Pre-MED. And not every Pre-MED will stay as Pre-MED or get accepted to medical school. Anyway, sometimes, I should just simply say that I major in…… Period. And kept the Pre-MED thing to myself, until I got accepted into medical school 😆.

This is it for today. I had so much fun sharing and I hope I will keep this up at least once a week.

For now, goodnight and sleep tight 💤