Scheduling...

I sometimes wonder if calendars and time pieces will ultimately mean the destruction of us all. I live by them nearly obsessively, but they don't prevent me from wasting a significant bit of every day doing things like buying a third copy of The Blue Sword and staying up all night reading it which I confess I have every intention of doing...

Still, things are looking manageable as long as I give up some of the sleep I enjoyed last semester despite its difficulties. I'll be working 20 hours a week, a much needed blessing money-wise, but less-than-fun in terms of restricting my day-time hours and therefore requiring more night study than usual. Such is the life of a grad student. If it didn't stretch me, I suppose I wouldn't deserve or appreciate the degree.

Started my Revelation of St. John class this morning at the ungodly hour of 8am. How are we supposed to have a spiritual understanding of the Revelation when we are lying unconcious in our cushy JSB chairs? Still, the professor is passionate about his topic and that makes every yawn worthwhile. I have a feeling I will count it as one of my all-time favorite BYU classes, which, since it's in the religion department, is saying something considering my previous experience.