April 2, 2001

Spring break flies by, much the way life does

Josh Renaud
editor-in-chief

Since I started going to college, Spring Break usually hasn't been too exciting. But just as this year's week-long vacation had all but slipped through my fingers, I was reminded that it wasn't always this way.

I remember in high school going to Taylor University each year for a Christian youth conference. The conferences happened close to spring break on a weekend. My friend Doug invited me to go during my freshman year even though he attended a different school. At first I wasn't so sure, but Doug was a persistent fellow, and one of my favorite bands was going to be doing a concert that weekend.

And so we went. I had never experienced anything like it. We stayed in college dorms with college kids. More than 1000 high schoolers invaded Taylor that year. We were divided into small groups. Each group had a number and two college The leaders took pride in decorating elaborate signs, each one playing off the number they'd been assigned.

The conferences were great because we talked about all different sorts of life issues, and we also got a taste of college life. During our free time, we could pretty much go anywhere and do anything we wanted on campus. We got to talk with the college kids and find out what it was like. We got to eat college food. I wasn't particularly fond of the showers in the dorm we stayed in the first year, but it was something different.

The second year, I transferred to the same high school Doug was at. Before long, he had gotten me involved in the Young Life group on campus. Our circle of friends from YL grew, and we all began going on the youth conference trips together. Each year we took more people than the year before.

As I was pondering how I let spring break this year whiz by so quickly, it occurred to me how long ago those trips were. I'm in my third year of college. I could easily now be one of those student leaders.

And in a way, I guess I am. In a couple months, one of my staff members—Nick Bowman—will be replacing me as the big chief of The Current. You can read his story in this issue. I got a kick out of seeing that story, because Nick talks about how I will be his teacher for the rest of the year.

Time sure does fly. It wasn't so long ago that I was in Nick's shoes, trying to soak up what I could from Joe Harris, my predecessor.

I suppose it won't be long before I'll be in his shoes again, gunning for a "real" job, doing my best to learn the nuances. I can't go back to the past. But that's okay. There's plenty of future ahead of me.

This article was reprinted with permission from The Current.


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