- Sandra McCracken, In Feast or Fallow
Here in the library again! I have three papers to write this week: one for New Testament due tomorrow, as a reaction to a video we were supposed to watch called "From Jesus to Christ"; one for Yoga due Friday on a kind of yoga of my choice (I never thought I'd be writing a paper for yoga class); and one for British Literature due Friday, called a "response paper", basically on anything that I want to write about what we've read so far (I think I may write a little about Beowulf. We'll see). The British Literature one isn't technically due until next Friday, but if I turn it in this Friday I can get five points extra, which would be of extreme advantage to me considering that I (literally) failed my quiz last Friday (allow me to explain: there is an implied possibility of a quiz over the readings that we are supposed to do every time we meet. Having said that, we've only had two unannounced quizzes, after an entire month of class. I have faithfully done my reading every day and done my best to stay on top of things. Having said that, I was supposed to read the "Nun's Priest's Tale" from Canterbury Tales before last Friday. It was only 12 pages, but be not fooled: we are reading CT in Middle English, which is basically not English at all. I feel like I'm reading French. It's doable, but it takes two to three times longer to read, much less understand, one page of CT than it does to read a page of actual English in this book. Having said that, it was admittedly all my fault because I put off the reading until Thursday night; I was reading, but I was not understanding anything that I was reading. I was tired as well as utterly confused. So I weighed my options. Technically, the odds were certainly in my favor: after all these weeks of class, we've only had ONE quiz, and that was all the way back from when we read Beowulf several weeks ago. Inductive reasoning would lead me to believe that it was probably true [though not necessarily true - that would be deductive reasoning. A little added bonus from what I've learned thus far in my Philosophy class] that we would not have a quiz over this tale. So, for the very first time this year, I skipped the reading. To my credit, I was planning on waking up earlier to read it, so I wasn't abandoning the idea altogether; however, I ended up not waking up to my alarm. All the while, in the back of my mind I had this ominous feeling that today would be the day when we would have a quiz, the day I did not read. And, of course, as Murphy's Law demands, this was true. We did, indeed, have a 7-question short answer quiz over the tale. I was able to do 50/50 on a few of them, so I scraped by with a 46. I guess I should be thankful that I even got that much.
But I digress).
So, all this is to say that I am in the Library.
Update:
1. There are two extremely huge, distracting murals right above my face, containing a slew of colorful words and pictures, I'm assuming of literary nature, though it's hard to tell because there are so many of them, and they are all basically right on top of each other.
2. I've been having interesting dreams lately; the other night I dreamt that I broke my Facebook fast (which will, by the way, officially be broken tomorrow) for a few seconds and checked it. The next day I thought about it and was scared for a few moments that it had been real life and not a dream. Also, I've had two dreams in the past week or so where I have in some way healed someone, or I guess I should say in which God has healed through me. I one dream I prayed for and saw the healing of Kate Weise's hurt knee, and last night I prayed over someone who was was on the ground with a hurt back and couldn't get up. I prayed and basically just said "Get up and walk" like Jesus said, and they immediately did it. It was pretty intense. In both dreams, I felt like I was praying pretty intensely and "in the Spirit" like they say people did in the Bible, whatever that means.
3. The paper I'm writing right now for New Testament is reacting to claims in the video we watched about Jesus' apparently less-than-humble origins, John the Baptist's apocalyptic eschatology, and their interpretation of Jesus cleansing the Temple. I'm really liking writing this, actually.


Cantebury Tales is actually in Middle English. Old English sounds more like grunts and yawns than speaking.