To You My Dear Readers...

I say bid a found farewell...for now.

This is my last morning in the dorm. It was nice to have the fast connection, and to have all of this sort of stuff. However, I only have dial-up at home, and waiting for it to load might just kill me. So, unfortunately, I must bid you all a found adieu for now. I hope to get a coupla chances to update you all over the summer. And rest assured that I will let you know how things are going once I get to Rome. But for now, Good Bye.

It's just as sad to say goodbye to you all--none of whom I have ever met--as it is to say goodbye to my real friends.

It is the end of an era. And quite frankly, It's the End of the World as I Know It.

But life goes on, and I do too.

Talk soon, much love, many blessings...

JCM

My To-Do List

So I must vacate the buliding by 7pm on May 9. I am signed up to check out at 230 (but you can stay later, as long as you leave your door propped since you don't keep your key).

Before that time I have to do the following:
(1) Completely clean my side of the bedroom.
(2) Completely clean the kitchen/common room.
(3) Pack my entire life into boxes (again).
(4) Do all my laundry (although this step will probably be skipped).
(5) Take a Latin Final (830 on Wed.).
(6) Write one 7-10 page paper for Death and Dying.
(7) Write one 6-7 page paper for Death and Dying.
(8) Write another 2 pages for Anatomy of Identity.
(9) Turn in said papers.
(10) Say good-bye to my family here--some of them, possibly forever.
(11) Move out.

And what am I doing?

Searching the web, relaxing with friends (part of #10, I figure), and writing in my blog.

Boy, I need more discipline in my routine...

Ever Feel Like Your Being Taken Advantage Of?

So I get an e-mail today that is two sentences long. It reads,

Just a remind about synod convention on Saturday. We need to leave by a bright and early 8AM. See you then!

Now, I do not remember signing up for this. It is not in my job description. I have finals this week and next. I have a housewarming dinner at my friends house at 6.

I REALLY feel like I'm being taken advantage of. I do not have the time for this. He wonders why there is no exuberance, why everyone flees from their jobs, why no one wants to run for officers, its because he expects WAY too much from us. He also assumes far too much.

I hate this. I know I'm going to end up going anyway because that's the kind of person who I am, but I do not want to go, it is probably a VERY bad idea that I go, and in everyway I HATE the fact that I have to go. I have given up. I'm more burnt out now than I ever was back home. I hope he knows I'm not coming back when I get back from Rome....other places are calling to me.

Jay