"...On the Last Day!"

I'm done.

At 11:12 last evening, I finished the last assignment of the year-- a list of self-development goals for my Pastoral Care class. I've been feeling a little stressed, because I would have liked to be done before this. I managed it earlier in the previous terms, but this time I've stepped rather more out of student mode-- spent more time, as the experts say, on interpersonal relationships and extracurricular activities. Of course, that means the studies get pushed back, now and again-- which means I've not finished these last few papers until the night before they've been due. No, I don't like that feeling. But, you know what? If I were to start over, I wouldn't do it any differently.

Next year, I won't have a choice; I'm involved up to my eyeballs. Class co-convener, along with John Hickey-- former attorney, major film buff, and generally amazing guy. Liturgical coordinator: producer of the weekly ordo under Ruth and Bob's collective oversight. Cantor Coordinator: organizer of Seabury's singing psalmists. Actually, the last two will dovetail well; the cantor rota is put together for each quarter, and then those items go directly onto the ordo lists. I can plunk that info into the computer once, and then have it there without retyping. Busy, but I'm looking forward to it.

Meanwhile, I have my last two classes today: the aforementioned Pastoral Care, and Medieval Church History. Yesterday we finished New Testament, with coffee and muffins thoughtfully provided by the generous husband of our wondrous Professor Julie. I've never met him, but anyone who feeds me blueberry muffins stands fair to be a good guy.

Finished ethics yesterday, too-- and Trevor, it was great. You are a keeper.

Here's an awesome thing: at 2:51 pm, we are middlers!