Why is Learning Biblical Greek So Hard? And Other Mysteries of Life...

Life goes on, and I've been alternately busy/not so busy. Greek is kicking my butt-- it's nice to know that Biblical Ancient languages are consistent that way. I was hoping that Greek would be easier than Hebrew, but no, they're both difficult. In fact, I preferred Hebrew. Oops.

Unlike many other semesters, this semester has at least one big paper or project due every week, rather than having two weeks in which everything is due at once. I'm not sure which way I like better... it's kind of like deciding between fire or ice for your demise. (OK, so it really isn't like that, but I was getting stumped for a cool metaphor.)

The huge amount of reading and schoolwork has been keeping me busy, as it usually does, except I find myself at a loss for what to do on weekends to break up the constant flow of schoolwork. I'm going to the Spaghetti Dinner at my field education church on Saturday evening, but besides the random special events that pop up once in a while my weekends just seem like an extension of school. My goal is to balance out work with play a little more this semester.

I've been working on Internship applications for next year, and I've noticed that it's easier to have specific preferences rather than having none at all. I found myself having to make a decision where I prefer to be geographically, even though I really have no reason to be anywhere specific. I put the northeast first, only because virtually everyone I know is in the northeast. I am applying to Horizon sites, though, so I could end up anywhere if I get one of those. (If you want to know what a Horizon site is, let me know).

Mostly, I'm just taking it one day at a time, and thanking God every day for waking me up.

My Life: The Sitcom/Soap Opera

Only in my life would this happen.

Break-ups suck no matter how civil the break-up. This one was pretty civil, but no matter what, emotions are running high.

So I drove up to my now-ex-boyfriend's place this morning so that I could drop off some of his things that he left at my place (mostly books) and so I could get some of my stuff (mostly books and magazines). This would have been OK, really, had God not decided to have a twisted sense of humor.

I pulled into the parking spot in front of his apartment that I must have pulled into about, oh, a hundred times before today. All I want to do is hand him his bag o' stuff, and get my bag o' stuff. But, unfortunately, I had parked at the exact angle to get the frame of my car stuck on top of the cement marker at the end of the parking spot. And boy, was my car was stuck. I couldn't back up at all. It was just STUCK.

I was completely mortified that, not only did I have to do the "swapping of the things," I also I had to ask my ex (and his neighbor, once he heard the commotion and came to help) to help me jack up my car and put wood under the tire so that I could get out of the spot. There's nothing like going to your ex's place for the last time ever to drop off his stuff and then having to ask his help to get your car unstuck. Really, there's nothing like it.

I mean, it's just horribly hilarious.

The trick was that the neighbor had no idea how mortified I was, and how much emotional baggage I had in the situation. I was tearing up the whole time, and he was like "It's OK, it's OK, we'll get your car out. It's no big deal." When that didn't help and I was still tearing up, he said "Rough day?" I'm not even sure if I managed a response.

And when it was all over and my car was no longer lodged on top of a cement parking marker, the neighbor (in an effort to make me feel better probably), said something like: "See, everything was fine. You have a great guy here, willing to help you out." I think I got some strangled answer out, but I'm not sure.

This is the stuff that movies and TV shows are made of. Seriously.