Lukewarm

Jeff

Dustin's Sophomore year was my Freshmen year. Just around the same time that he was getting caught for illegal transportation of large alcoholic containers, I was going through an inner struggle. In the process of reinventing myself, I had to face a key question: who would I be?

Weekdays were spent juggling over 18 credit hours. Weeknights were spent attending meetings: choir, theater, TV news, etc. You name the activity, department, or club, and I had considered being a part of it. Weekends were spent in exploration of my identity. Friday night, I would go to a party and have a beer or two. Saturday, I would go to a football game. Sunday, I would sleep in and do procrastinated homework. Depending on the weekend and my mood, I was a party animal, an introvert, a musician, an athlete (though, not a talented one), a Christian, a philosopher, or a nerd.

I was forced to attempt to answer the ever-nagging question of young adulthood: "Who am I?" I did not know. Was the real me the popular guy who was breaking out of his shy shell? Was it the quiet, chubby kid who got pushed around for the majority of high school? Was it someone else, someone I had never really let out?

I think I'm still in the process of discovering that. I won a talent show in the middle of my first semester, which won me a lot more recognition than I probably deserved. I wrote a song about my residence hall that I sang with two other guys in a pretty ridiculous way. When the pats on the back turned to free beers, my ego started to take a spin for the worse. I was unstoppable. I was immortal.

I pledged for a fraternity. We called them "literary societies," but for the reader's understanding and all intents and purposes, it was a fraternity. Being part of an exclusive group of men on campus that were renowned for throwing the best parties only fueled my swelling ego. The effect on my heart was far worse, though.

Simultaneously, I was beginning to lead another life. There was a group on campus that I really started to mesh with - the Christians. There were only about ten of them on campus that were really dedicated, but their resolve to live like they talked was something to be admired. I had never seen such discipline and integrity before - especially within the walls of a church.

This group of authentically-Christian Christians asked me to join their praise band. I didn't think twice (which may have been foolish on my part). A chance to play with a band again? The only other opportunity I had had before was with a small, high school three-piece called Decaf. We didn't have a drummer, but that didn't stop us from cranking the crunch distortion on our fifteen-watt amps. Brash music without percussion. Decaffeinated music. We thought it was clever.

So, I joined another band, but this time with a drummer. I didn't mind the Jesus songs, if it meant I got to practice soloing. I caught on pretty quickly to the contemporary praise tunes that I was "supposed" to know as a nominal Christian. We practiced a few times and played a chapel service before the end of the semester. I sat in a chair in the back of the stage, next to the drummer, behind a wall of vocalists. I didn't have a strap for my guitar, and didn't really care to be noticed by the group of chapel attendees. I had, after all, just won the college talent show.

I went to a few more parties that semester, but really began to juggle who I was supposed to become this year. I had broken up with my high school girlfriend and had already once asked one of my good friends that happened to be a female if she wanted to be my girlfriend. She had declined, which to me - and to most guys - meant that I had every right to ask her again in a few months. So, Christmas break came. I was "lead guitar" for a band that was still trying to decide on a name and on the bid list as a potential member of the oldest fraternity on campus.

All the while, I didn't know who I was. So, I lingered in the lukewarm waters of indecision and had an interesting Freshmen year of college that you may, at worst, call a dive into sin and debauchery, and at least, a wading through a life of hypocrisy and pretension.