A New Semester!

I fixed my Div II, and, hopefully, by the end of the week, I will have a shiny new committee and contract to go with it! I am taking some classes, too!

This is the plan. Things might even go according to plan this time, for the first time ever. But I make no promises.

Monday:
8:30-10 am Yoga
12:30-1:50 pm Holy Wo/Man at Amherst College
7:30-9:30 pm Islamic Thought at Smith College (which, by the way, means I won't be home until 10:35 eww)
Tuesday:
10:30-11:50 am Text, Canon and Tradition at Hampshire College
1:00-2:50 pm Family, Sexuality and Judaism at UMass
Wednesday:
12:30-1:50 pm Holy Wo/Man
3:30-6:00 pm Bicycle Maintenance
Thursday:
Just like Tuesday
Friday:
Nothing!!

Now there is a possibility that I am taking a Mon/Wed/Fri morning religion class at either Amherst or UMass instead of that Tues/Thurs morning one at Hampshire. But the guy I want to be on my committee teaches the Hampshire one, so that makes more sense. He teaches another one that conflicts with Bike Maintenance, so I'm trying to avoid that. I wanna learn how to take care of my Gala.

I am affirming that school is good.

Reach Up

I just read this, and it resonated in a whole lot of ways, and I want to put it out there as something that I'm working through right now.

From "Overcoming The Fear of Letting People Know That I am Now and for the Most Part Always Have Been Totally Devoted to God Just Like You Are- Even Though We May Not Think So From Time to Time or It May Not Look It To The Neighbors

or

How To Get Out of Your Head By Saying What You Really Mean"

I used to be a very evasive talker. If I didn't have the answers, I could think them up on the spot-and thus I knew it all. I used to hide a lot behind my answers. But, when I tried repeatedly to write this article I could really see there would be no more hiding, there would perhaps be no more need for hiding. It's not that I don't care what people think . . . and feel . . . it's just that I have found out at last that I care about what I think and feel . . . and want to express. And I have found after intensive searching that there is really only one thing I want to say.
I just want to say that I am totally grateful to God that he has led me to these people . . . and that I am totally thankful to Him for everything I have experienced in my life.
And to each of you I would like to say-I love you. Thank you so much for being alive.
I hope this message makes some sense because before-and it seems an eternity ago now-nothing did. God bless you.
At last I am speechless.

That's Bill Chappelle. Like him, I have nothing more to say.