False Simplicity

Learner officially registered for classes on Monday, and tomorrow kicks off the spring semester. He's eager to get back into the classroom and justify his existence as a student. While he's felt guilty at the relaxed pace of things, I can vouch for the fact that he's been working on stuff; he just has little to show for it, I suppose.

Yesterday, Learner picked up the various syllabi to try to get a jump on some of the reading this semester which, considering his shelf-and-a-half of new books, will be quite a bit. Unfortunately, none of the syllabi contained actual assignments but instead more readings, so he's just going to have to wait until tomorrow to start.

Last night, the family and I went over to Albert's house for dinner with his wife and kids. Learner commented to Albert's wife that Albert, a flaming extrovert, seemed in dire need of school to start - he was bouncing off the walls, enjoying the conglomeration of kids as much or more as he did the adult company.

Learner says he is greatly looking forward to a semester without having to learn a biblical language. Though he'll still have to use Greek this spring, as well as deal with Hebrew this summer and fall, he says he wants to take good advantage of not having to carry flashcards around with him everyday or cram for vocab quizzes the morning of class. This will be a nice change for him.

In addition this semester, he and Mrs. Learner (who is taking another five hours of classes this semester) are trying to be more intentional about exercising regularly (at least three times a week), and he has one volume left of The Chronicles of Narnia to read to his girls, which he hopes to begin tonight with them and finish early next month.

"Everything seems so simple today," I told him.

"That," he said, "changes tomorrow."