Thursdays I have a New Testament class. Last Thursday was our second to last class, which means that we were in Revelation. Pres. Gardner, my teacher reviewed with us what we had learned the previous week. Then he sectioned us off into small groups to talk about a different chapter - I think it was chapter four. He said that we now knew how to figure out Revelation - uh, right? I've never studied it like it should, but it kind of strikes fear into my soul, like the word "calculus" used to. Anyway, my group was sitting there, discussing this chapter, and I was thinking about four beasts with eyes all over them. All of a sudden, Bookend Boy comes into the room and motions for me to join him in the hall. I was pretty confused, of course, but I walked out and looked at him.
"I have an extra ticket to the Music Man, which starts in eight minutes. Do you want to come?"
I just stared at him - my mind was probably trying to switch gears and understand what was going on.
"You don't have time to think! Yes, or no!"
I think he told me to go get my things, which I did. Pres. Gardner said good bye to me, and I left.
"Do you think you can run?" he asks, even before we leave the building.
"Okay, but your legs are a lot longer than mine."
And off we went.
Part II tomorrow - maybe.