I'm enjoying myself. I visited Ashlea's 8am and 9am classes this morning, then went to Boyce chapel, ate lunch, toured around the college, and visited a 1pm class that Ashlea isn't taking, but which is taught by a favorite prof. The two classes in the morning were so-so, but the afternoon class was excellent! It was a Great Books class, and the teacher introduced his lecture by presenting a rap he had written when struck by inspiration in the shower. It sounds bizarre here. It was bizarre, but it was also clever and funny. And when the prof started lecturing, I started taking notes, because he was saying some good stuff - all about why it is important to study the great books. Apparently Boyce College students read a ton of theology and hardly ever pick up fiction for fun, which is a concept totally alien to me. He was trying to convince them why they ought to. Of course, I was convinced on that point from the start, but as a writer I appreciated very much his intelligent comments on why literature is appealing.

Then we came back to the apartment to nap, and Ashlea has some Greek homework. She is writing out the Greek alphabet over and over again. Ha! Something I already know! I feel a wee bit smug, though I have no right to, because I have forgotten most of my Greek vocab. :P

In an hour and a half or so, we will go out for some frozen custard and then go to Wednesday evening church. After that, it will already be time to go to bed, since I am arising at 5am tomorrow to make the rest of the journey to VA. It is difficult for me to believe that by this time tomorrow I will be, by God's grace, at my own college. I still have mixed feelings about this.  ¶ 1:16 PM