One of the essays for Spurgeons College is on struggles. What have I struggled with? Well, a lot.

To start with, I’m not a loud, chatty person. I didn’t find it easy to talk to girls (and to some extent, still don’t. If I don’t seem to talk to you much, it’s because I’m shy T_T). Working with two actresses this made my life difficult to say the least. However, because i was put in such a situation i learned, or my brain learned, that talking to girls is easy. Really, it is. So now I can happily talk to Em or Laura or Ami or Jayne or Maddy or Rach (who isn’t at Viz any more ) without feeling clumsy or silly.

Now, not only do I find it difficult to talk to girls but I also find my self being really quite quiet when it comes to groups of people, generally larger than four or five. Having four, needless to say, loud tasty boys around has at the least started to give me courage and the comfort to talk more in a group. Also, having all the opti-vols to talk to, often in one big group, has helped enormously.

Faith. I would say that the faith i have now is unquantifiably stronger than when i started. I wasn’t (and still aren’t, really) all that up for discussing… a lot of things. When someone asks me something I generally just nod and agree. However, there some hot point where i will stand my ground, but you’ll most likely find me nodding and agreeing. To some extent (even if it’s not that big) i have learned (if that’s the right word) to actually say what i think and or feel. Sometimes this isn’t such a good thing, but more often than not it’s a good thing. (That’s a hot dog).

People. I’m awful with people. Introduce me to someone and leave to get a drink and you’d probably get back and find us in silence. Well, again, however small a change, I have improved. I can at least start the “small talk” ball rolling. That doesn’t mean to say that i can keep it rolling. At all. But I’m still better with new people than I was.

Well, they are just a fraction of things I can think of at the moment. Who knows, maybe I can print it off and hand it to Lindsay under the pretence that it’s an Essay. In the meantime consider this.

What is life without Love?

[EDIT: Spell Checked]