I went to WCC for the very first time evar. It was great to see people I haven’t seen in many many years. I was especially encouraged by the fact that they were still serving after all these years, even if they did go to the same jacked up “Christian” school that I went to where my Bible teacher burned down the school because he was embezzling funds. I would definitely recommend any young adult to attend. So sad I felt a lot older than everyone there. I have never talked to so many people in that short amount of time. I felt like I was “on” the entire time. I guess that’s expected since I was there for work. My days began with breakfast at 7:45 am and I didn’t get to shut down the booth until after midnight every night. (They always got out really late at night, which pushed the booth time back for at least an hour.)
A negative? We didn’t have a single drop of hot water in our cabin. That’s right, snow was predicted for the Santa Cruz mountains that weekend, and I froze my butt off. I’d have the water running and had to scoop handfuls of water to rinse. So sad. I’d look down and my feet were blue. After turning off the water, I’d be shivering uncontrollably. One of my roommates went to another cabin to shower. Not just sad, it was tragic.
The goal is not to put more years to my life, but to put more life to my years.
Yeah, I’d go again.