So… Right now I am in the class formerly known as “Systematic Theology”. What that means is basically I am subjecting myself to a selective flogging of my “golden cows”. If you need help with the reference, look at Israel leaving Egypt… you get my idea.
So far I’m enjoying the class well enough. But if you are wondering why my blog has been a touch… sporatic… recently, it is because I’m having to chew through about five hours of homework a day and three hours of class. Add that to the prayer room hours I have to/get to do, and it adds up to a pretty full schedule. I’m sure once this semester is over I will blog more often, so hang in there… one week left!
However, since we are on the subject of school, I should probably mention that I am already contemplating next school year. While it may seem early, I have to actually declare for a program next year, so it is weighing on my mind. Right now I’m leaning in two directions. I can either go with Biblical Studies (my original plan) and spend a lot of time with my nose in books written by dead people, or I can go to the Justice Institute (**insert angelic choir) and try to raise $3000 by June for a mandatory trip to Thailand. Both have their pros and cons (Learn greek and read a lot or get massively impacted by God and go broke), but right now I’m torn between the two.
Airfare is insane. I remember way back in the day Southwest Airlines used to have this deal that if you booked 60 days in advance you could go almost anywhere for about sixty bucks. Now, if you get from point (A) to point (B) for less than a hundred, you’re either a hijacker or you’re in the mafia. I almost wonder from time to time if it wouldn’t be cheaper to mail myself somewhere.
You ever notice that the mail service seems way more interesting in the post office than it does at home? Whn you walk into the post office, there are signs hanging everywhere of stuff that you shouldn’t send through the mail. If you are intending to airmail an AK-47, high-grade explosives, or a stray Mexican… send it Fed-Ex. I mean, who in their right mind tries to mail fireworks anyway? The government is good enough at catching mail bombs, firecrackers just seem like tempting fate.
Fireworks are truly the All-American celebration. I mean, in the Middle East they just fire their guns straight up in the air. Us, not only do we shoot stuff straight up into the air, but it blows up AND looks pretty. While some may think fireworks are a panzification (the act of making someone a pansy) of the American male, I think it is a nice half-way step into manhood. We get to blow stuff up with minimal risk of actually loosing a foot or, say, a pinky. After all, we ain’t gonna let ourselves be outdone by some desert-dwelling towel-heads any day of the week, is we?!
For you poor souls still holding out hope… no, this post doesn’t have much of a point. That is what makes it fun.
………………………….. And Now….. The POINT!