I realized yesterday, after I had finished my last final of the semester, that I have been in classes since January 2007. "Oh, but what about summer vacation!?" people ask, thinking they've caught me in an exaggeration.
Oh no. I was in class. All summer. I had a class that met once a week for the entire summer, and one that met twice a week for half of the summer. (The second one was really great because Dr. Peterson is a sweet man and a great teacher.)
So here I am, sitting on a Saturday morning, thinking that I really must be missing something. There must be SOME theological book that needs to be read.
I have no idea what to do with myself.