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So, February 4 — a date that will forever live in infamy… for me at least.¹

In better news, I'm an uncle again!

In more relevant stuff, I was walking with Fields on the way back from chapel this evening. The topic of the infamous JBU Bubble™. Supposedly, we students at JBU life in some sort of bubble that shields us from the rest of the world. It seems that my definition of the bubble differed from Fields' definition. My idea of this bubble was that the students on campus were somehow protected from the shady influences of the rest of the world. Fields' view of the bubble was that it was some sort of bubble that kept the needs and the problems of the rest of the world from ever reaching our eyes and ears.

Either way, I hate the concept of the bubble. For one, I don't even believe that it truly exists. Our campus is very aware of the various cultures and ethnicities that exist outside of it. However, I believe that the people on our campus are either apathetic or passive about the world's needs, and that's just as bad as if there was a bubble surrounding it. I often wonder why people here don't care about global poverty, global environmental issues, the global AIDS pandemic. I don't think that it's a lack of awareness; it's a lack of passion.

The other definition of the bubble is really different from the other definition. It seems that we're going from talking about global issues to talking about personal morality. The other definition of the bubble basically states that JBU is a community were the students are safe from the rest of the sinful world. I hate that concept too. One, it's not the way it should be. It's not a good idea to have students live in a clean, sanitised environment and then be released to the “real” world as opposed to the “fake” JBU one and then fall prey to that world. JBU is in that same world. Two, it's not the way it is. JBU was never able to prevent me from descending into the realm of shameful sexual behaviour with someone three states away.²

1. Yes, Sarah, I'm talking about you.
2. Yes, Sarah, I'm still talking about you.