Would you graciously allow me a moment to vent? Thank you.
The end of the semester is almost here. O the semester it has been! These past fifteen weeks have been the toughest in my entire academic career (19th year by the way; how sad is that?!), and the end now draws nigh. On Wednesday I am a free man. As I sit here looking retrospectively on this semester’s accomplishments (and dismal failures), here’s the rundown:
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Theology term paper: 15 pages
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Two Sermon Manuscripts (12 each): 24 pages
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Ethics Project: 37 pages
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Theology Doctrinal Summaries: 4 pages
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Greek Exegesis Paper: 15 pages
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Theology Journal: 14 pages
GRAND TOTAL: 109 pages
Let’s not even talk about the 1500 pages of text I’ve read and the 800 Greek words I’ve learned. If I ever complained about being overworked in college, I repent! Somebody finish me off. If you flicked me in the head, it would be likely to pop like a giant zit. The trauma this has placed in my life is irreversible. I now walk down the street trembling and mumbling to myself. My wife thinks she is married to Rain Man. I’m scarred. I’m scarred.
