So as it turns out, the anti-joy of having only two classes in a quarter, one of which is a 12-unit language intensive, is that every three 3.5 weeks is the end of a theoretical quarter midway through this week.

One of my jobs that I have, to pay the bills while in seminary, is tutoring in a local town. I go to clients' homes throughout the week and teach/explain/motivate/reteach students in various math subjects, including: Pre-Algebra, Algebra I, Algebra II, Geometry, Trigonometry, and Spanish.

Well in irony of ironies, my students in this town all have their finals when I have my finals. Hahaha. Awesome. NOT.

Add onto that having the opportunity/responsibility to go to Board of Trustees meetings as a part of the All-Seminary Council. Needless to say, I'm almost to my wits end, and yet to avoid these ends, I'm sitting on the computer avoiding the memorizing, prep-test creating, and paper writing processes that I have. Pray for patience for me and my friends with me. We all probably will need it... and not just a small amount. Finals, be gone!

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I cannot begin to express how many times I've heard people say around campus in the last two weeks, "2008, it's gonna be great" or something along those lines. A) I hope so. B) Why are they saying that?

I think it somehow has has me contemplating the secretive brokenness of our culture, and specifically Fuller. The Christian subculture has this obsession with hiding our brokenness, with seeking to be accepted and loved for relevance, power, and spectacularity.

I must admit, it's a struggle I have. I like to be known. I like to be liked. I hunger to be liked. And I forget to seek the Cross as that only place; to say that I can do nothing but accept that I do nothing to define me, but to be aware that I am a beloved Child of the Almighty and Powerful God. In a market driven society, we find the need to be an object of love.

I'm listening to a professor lecture on this right now and I'm making the connection that even the desire for a year to "work out" better, to make us feel better, etc., is truthfully our desire to be in control of our lives. I wonder when we'll really get it; when we you get to the point that Jesus actually transforms the lives of the leaders. Ugh...

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I'm wide awake (and it's not morning). I suppose somewhere in the world it is morning, but I digress. Classes start today/tomorrow. I am not so much excited about this. I should be, considering that I have an "interesting" load this quarter. (By the way, please know that that means I'm being completely sarcastic and downright facetious.

Greek Intensive should be enough of a joy. I just finished one language, and here I go again. I would think I had learned the first time around that I am not always a motivated learner when it comes to languages, but the reality here is that I am not looking forward, one ounce, to learning a brand new language. I think I finally got used to Hebrew, and possibly found a lot of joy by the end. I enjoyed writing the final paper. I even got really used to reading from right to left.

As I said to a friend tonight, at least I should know most of the alphabet from the fraternity/sororities of college. I was determined back then to learn all the letters... it's just the whole order thing that could be my problem now. :)

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