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She Does Seminary: Week Two

I hope my posts are not reduced to weekly-point-form-notes from now til Christmas. It may be. It's my blog and my life, and I know I don't need to apologize, because I haven't promised you anything else. But I will tell you that I hope I still have interesting and/or random thoughts to share with you.

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So much to read. I like reading. But sometimes the absorption takes longer than the actual reading. I wonder how much of the material I cover & thoughts we discuss will make its way from brain to heart and heart to hands, you know?

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Greek words! Noun declensions! Pronoun charts! I like them. I love learning languages.

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Friendships. Some come easily, and sometimes becoming friends is awkward even though it seems we all want to be friends. There are also some moments where I am relieved I don't have to be besties with everyone. But I do think I need to be kind.

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Starting on Tuesday, I have a part-time job. Flexible hours, laid-back boss, at the college. Ideal.

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Why don't we talk much about these big questions (the history of the church, the actual aims of the Christian life, and the literary/historical/cultural context of the Scriptures) in non-seminary faith conversations? I feel like many of us would benefit greatly from this.

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In non-seminary news:

My elbow is not broken, although it is definitely still injured.

Last Friday, I went to a sleep clinic, where I had 15 electrodes, two breathing bands, one nostril-tube, and a blood-oxygen monitor attached to me while I slept. In another six weeks, I'll find out what they observed, and if there's anything to indicate why I woke up earlier this year not breathing. Yeah, that happened. Like I'd gotten the wind knocked out of me, and couldn't catch a breath. Terrrrrrrifying.


This song is catchy and lively, and the music video took a surprising turn. I like it (minus product placement).

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