Bigger than a part time job

I was notified by the Principal of the Middle School that they had offered the position to a graduate of the IU Library Science Department. So I suppose I wasn't meant to be a part time Media Assistant next year.

I am a bit shocked that someone with a degree in Library Science would want a part time job. Is the market that saturated, or is this person a woman with children who really doesn't want to work full time-- who knows.

I know that, as nice as this little job might have seemed, God has grander plans for me and if I wait long enough they will be revealed to me.

On another note I was notified in an email yesterday that I probably won't find out till after Christmas what my grades will be on my finals. They were handed in to the registrar today (or was it yesterday-- this week anyway) but probably won't be processed and mailed out until the week between Christmas and the New Year.

The person who wrote the email said he was sure that I had passed, I would love to take his word for it, but I will be able to sleep a lot more peacefully when I have the paper in my hand that says I have actually passed and will be able to graduate in May. Then I will really feel done.

Until then, I will just sit and wait and pray and watch. God has something planned for me, I just wish he was a bit more forthcoming with the details.

Pax

Confirmation!

I got a confirmation email from the Dean.

My finals are in his hands now.

It will take at least a month to clean up the clutter around my desk that had accumulated in the research phase of my essays. While I am at it I may as well clean the entire room, under the beds and the closet and, well everything. That will keep me so distracted that I won't have time to think about what is going on with the essays.

And in the end I will get my grades and have a clean bedroom.

This could be really great, either way I will have a clean bedroom.

Pax

In the (e)mail

I emailed my essays to the Dean this morning. I send the hard copies later today from the post office. Freedom is within reach.


I had the worst nightmare last night that the rubric for the essays had stated that they were supposed to be 8-10 single-spaced pages instead of double-spaced pages. A bit late in the game to have to rethink that, and when I got up all frantic of course I couldn't find the rubric anywhere and it had been right on my desk for two months.

The evil one can play some nasty tricks on you at the 11th hour, especially when you are as filled with perfectionist tendencies as I am. (Well I really want to be a perfectionist, I'm just not quite good enough to be one.)

So, In just a few hours I will be completely free to sit back and wait for my grades, and that will take at least a month (judging from how long my friends have had to wait for their grades). In the meantime I think I will do some reading for fun. I was going to link to Loyola Classics but there must be something wrong with their Internet link right now.) Oh dear.

Pax

I AM DONE

And it feels great!

I finished writing my last paper yesterday afternoon. Mrangelmeg is doing the last of the edits tonight and I am going to mail these babies off tomorrow (one whole day early woo hoo!!!).

I don't think I have another thing to say about grace, free will, theologians, the Magisterium, or heresy, I am tapped out.

Now I just have to sit back and wait for them to be graded and hope for at least a B average on the three papers and no lower than a C on any one paper. I think I did at least B work on all three and quite possibly A work on at least one of them (in my humble opinion) so I am pretty safe. But who knows.

As that great theologian Tom Petty said:

The Waiting is the hardest part.

It always sounds better with wailing guitars in the background.

Pax

Now I am Really Done With Philosophy . . .

Because my never-ending Philosophy essay for my MA final is complete!


It was a horror story! just in time for Halloween, I tell you. Last week when I was doing the research I was flat on my back sick as a dog. This week when I was writing I kept writing and no matter how much I wrote it never seemed to get long enogh to reach the minimum length requirement. (believe me it is just barely eight pages which is the least I have to write and I am stopping NOW)

I was never so glad to see the bottom of a page in my life.

So, Now I move on to the Systematics essay for a professor I love and have taken two classes for and know exactly how to write. This one will just be a matter of pulling all the information together but I should be able to knock it together in about a week.

In the meantime I need to do a PowerPoint presentation on Deborah the Judge for the Women on the OT class I am auditing this semester. I can do that in a few days if I get right to it.

So I am way ahead of schedule so long as nothing weird happens (oh dang I wish I hadn't typed that, I am just asking for trouble.)

Pax

What is it Like Living With a Big Ball of Stress?

Ask my patient and devoted husband. He got up and took the girls to school this morning so I could sleep in because I got such lousy sleep last night. He edited my first essay and will edit the other two and has listened without complaint to all of my stressful external mutterings about how I am going to ever get these things together. I really don't think I could do this without him and I wanted to say that somewhere where he would be sure to see it.

Thanks for the lifeline. Without you I would be adrift out there somewhere still trying to figure out which first word to put on the paper.

Countdown till final essays are complete and turned in:

T -minus 28 days.

Pax

Has Anyone Seen My Brain?

So I am working on my next essay: In a nutshell Why must the act of faith be free and reasonable. (In eight pages no less.) and I appear to have lost all cognitive ability.

I can't seem to put two coherent sentences together.

I wonder if the reader would allow eight pages of stream of conscience(conscious, I can never remember which word is correct in this instance).

I have read so much Newman in the last two days I think I am going to scream (and I don't mean the guy from Mad Magazine either!)

I suppose the trick here is to just write as much as I can of whatever I can think of no matter how disjointed I think it is and then go back and edit it after I get it down on the paper after I get it written rather than trying to edit it as I go along.

My goal is to have this one written by next weekend. I think this is going to be a very long week. It is extremely challenging for me as a writer to be so incapable of putting my thoughts into written form.

I am in desperate need of a meme for diversion.

Pax

I Will Either be Enlightened or Insane . . . Here's to Enlightenment

So I have begun the arduous task of researching my finals questions. One thing that was really reassuring to me is that when I took a really good look at my bookshelves today I found quite a bit of information on the three topics right in my very own library!

I suppose that means that I must have learned some of this stuff during my four years of gradual school because the lion's share of books in my library are textbooks for classes I have taken. Although I do love the Red Cross Book Fair every year and usually come home with a big box of books on theology and religion.

I have begun to read through the books and put post-it tabs on pages that will be useful in my essays. Now I just have to figure out how to start the essays.

I suppose it would make more sense to do them one at a time in sequential order, but I know myself too well to think that is how I will do them. I will most likely work on one until I am stuck and then move onto another topic for a bit and probably end up working on all three simultaneously. So long as I get them done by November 18th (they are due November 20th so I want to give myself a few days advance to get them in).

I have decided to set up a small table in my bedroom (my computer is in the bedroom.) so that I can keep all the books and articles organized by topic. Mrangelmeg shouldn't mind it will be on my side of the room.

If anyone needs prayers please let me know, I will offer up all of my "suffering" as I write these essays for the needs of other people. That way my suffering becomes salvific and not a useless endeavor.

I may not be able to write on my blog as often. On the other hand I may post snippets of my work to get reaction from my loyal readers (all three of you).