So ... classes begin tomorrow. In theory I should be spending my last night of academia-free bliss baking a cake, online shopping and watching Sex and the City for the fourth time in fewer months. Instead I am curled up in my study chair, reading about Hinduism for my Three Religions of South Asia class. That's right. My professor e-mailed us with an assignment due on the first day of class.
Apparently the concept of "last night of academia-free bliss" is lost on some people.
But I digress.
Where was I? Oh, right. Classes begin tomorrow. The first day of my last year at seminary. I feel like I should have some wise words, some thought-provoking statements or some grandiose observation about my discernment and journey through theological education.
But I don't. Because the truth is - I'm exhausted. At this point I feel like I'm just going through the motions - I don't have the first day of school pep in my step, I didn't rush to the bookstore with my class list in hand and I didn't pick through the sales at Target searching for the 10 cent folders.
It's been a long two years and I'm VERY ready to start a new year, get into a new routine and get myself organized in order to make the transition to the next phase of this journey.
And who knows? I can't say either one of us was looking forward to 24 hours in the car to and from Pennsylvania two weeks ago ...
... and look at how that turned out!!
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