It is the eve before the semester starts. The adjacent picture represents my freedom going up in flames. I’m really not too bummed about school starting; only Hebrew III shakes me to the core. Burn, freedom, burn!This brings up an interesting question: would you rather be mildly bored or mildly stressed? Let’s avoid the extremes of laziness or workaholism for argument’s sake. Even though I’m complaining about all that lies ahead, I guess I prefer it to now. This summer has been great, as I’ve had time to spend more time serving the people, particularly the teenagers, of my church, but I must confess that there were some lonely times when structure would have been greatly helpful. Am I the only one here who feels this way?
The lingering sense of doom is a combination of two things: Hebrew and the YMCA. Both compete to destroy me each day, and the Y has the advantage of experience. More about the looming threat of Hebrew in a day or two. For now, enjoy the glowing embers of summer, and here’s to a lovely autumn.
