In a non-Easter thought, I fear I opened floodgates this week. One of the lecture blocks cracked, so they shifted classes to my building, which has made the noise a bit much, and I have elected to work from home.
I’m receiving submissions from theology students for the centenary magazine, so a couple have brought them to me here. I’ve assumed that everyone knew where I lived: either that’s not true, or the students are really good at deception!
So, since this has been Holy Week (read: Long but Good Week), I decided to sleep in today. I woke a little before 8 (slothful!), and was enjoying the morning bliss in bed when I thought I heard a tap at the door, but the fan was on. So I did nothing; I was being slothful. Then the tapping came again. I decided to ignore it.
Then someone said hello, so I got up. Can you imagine: one of the masters of theology in health care students wanted me to read her assignment before she turned it in. She was a bit aghast that I wasn’t up-and-at-em, but whatevs.
I told her that I had to write a sermon for Monday (true!), and that I couldn’t read her assignment. I’m still a bit shocked at her chutzpah. And frightened at the precedent that reading that assignment would have set.
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