High school can be a wild four years, right? In the midst of classes and activities and friend groups, it can be hard to find your place. You might want to stand out from the crowd or you might want to blend in. Maybe you have strong opinions on a controversial subject but you’re afraid of what people will think. Maybe you want to dress differently but you’re afraid you’ll get made fun of.
When you hear this sparkly word, what do you imagine? Joy can be felt with a huge smile, fireworks in a summer sky, a warm hug, tickets to a great game, a major accomplishment, a beach vacation, dinner with friends, and so much more.
One of the strangest words I ever had on a vocab test was “triskaidekaphobia,” which means fear of the number thirteen. Strange for sure, but that’s not as weird as it gets. “Linonophobia” is the fear of string; “arachibutyrophobia” is the fear of peanut butter sticking to the mouth; and most recently, linguists came up with “nomophobia” to describe the anxiety that arises from being out of cell service range, without a charged phone, or with a lost phone. The struggle is real!
February was all about the love.
In fact, it started in January. The minute Christmas decorations get restocked, stores have filled the aisles with every kind of Valentine you can imagine. The smell of chalky conversation hearts takes many of us back to our grade school Valentine’s Day parties when we constructed shoebox mail slots, held secret crushes and gorged on candy (maybe some of you are still doing that...) For some of us those are happy memories, and for others not so much.
When was the last time you experienced deep darkness?
I don’t mean the kind of darkness lit by the light of an exit sign, night light or stars. I mean darkness without any trace of light--the kind that leaves you feeling a little afraid, alone, facing the unknown.
Have you ever struggled to accept a compliment?
Of course we all love to be praised for the things we do and the people we are, but the truth is there are times we feel awkward receiving them.
We love Christmas traditions. And, we have a lot of Christmas traditions and memories across the LuHi staff family to share! We hope you enjoy reading some of them below.
In the fall of my senior year at Denver Lutheran High, my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. My family and I were shocked, scared, and confused. Suddenly the certain future we all took for granted was full of questions, and they no longer concerned what dress I would wear to Homecoming. Instead, it was: what treatment will she need? Will it be painful? How much will it cost? What will it do to her body? How will it affect our family and her work? And scariest of all, will she make it through?
I’m going to ask a question. Instead of responding immediately, be still for a few moments and reflect on the feelings it stirs up.
Have you ever felt inadequate?
What do you feel?
What memories have been dredged up?
What kind of conversation are you having with yourself or God in this moment?
As you settle into this semester at Lutheran High, whether you’re a new freshman, sophomore, junior or senior, there are so many opportunities laid out before you like an all-you-can-eat buffet: classes, friends, clubs and activities, sports, jobs, college applications…the list goes on and on.