Just a Day

Greek Class: By the time I understand the question that's been raised, we are on to the next one.

New Testament Class: Hard to transform my gooey Greek-saturated brain into one that moves with the speed of my NT professor. Hard to accomodate her (yes, I said her) positions on language, roles, leadership, etc,, with respect to women.

Lengthy meeting with Greek professor in my continuing attempt to understand -- something, anything, one little thing. I suppose we make some progress.

Quick meetings with administrators and professor about internship (next year) and money (next year) and recommendation (this year). Schedule meeting with another professor to discuss thesis possibilities.

Eat ice cream.

Drive home (2.5 hours.) Manage not to get ticket.

Eat spaghetti.

Finish paper for class tonight. Not happy with what we are reading. I scrunch a little further (if that's possible) to the theological left every day, but I want sound and thorough scholarship to back me up. This book doesn't fly.

Ahead this evening: 3.5 hours of spiritual direction class and 2.5 hours of driving. I will love the class, despite the one reading, and I will tolerate the drive. I got a flat on my way back to seminary a couple of weeks ago, so I'm hoping that's it for mishaps this year.

Just a day.