Just back from Church History, for which I spent three solid hours this evening filling a 22-page bluebook with little tiny handwriting from first line to last. I did the same thing for Prophets yesterday morning. Thankfully New Testament yesterday was multiple choice -- not, to my way of thinking, an acceptable method of assessment but, since my hand was about to fall off, as it is now, I was grateful.
Greek. Tomorrow morning. As of noon, no matter what, I will be off for two weeks.
During which: an evening and an all day Saturday and a paper for spiritual direction, an interview for field ed for next year, an interview for CPE this summer, a two-day psych evaluation, a very long drive, and then:
There will be sunrises, and egrets, and laughing gulls and pelicans and the sound of the ocean shifting tides outside our window all night long. And maybe . . . just maybe . . . there will be gannets!
Postscript: When we walked into our final today, we learned that someone who took it yesterday finished in one and one-half hours. That was a nice little fantasy. THREE AND ONE-HALF HOURS OF GREEK LATER, the last of us straggled out. No checking work, no extra credit, no re-thinking a single word; just a marathon of endurance.
I wonder how many hours straight I can sleep tonight.