I mean to blog about my summer sometime; I just haven't done it yet. I think I heard this song recently, which I'm relating to. I can't quite say the last part yet, but I think I'm a little closer. I guess time is working on me little by little. Really I think Someone else is working on me; at least I'm hoping that I am letting Him.
I went by the Institute of Religion today to see if I could find some prospective roommates, and my favorite teacher was there. He's one of those people who makes you feel like you're unique and special. I've really enjoyed the classes I've taken from him, but I can only take night classes, and he's not teaching at night these days, so I don't get to see him very often. I had kind of hoped he would be there, but even when I found out he was I still considered not knocking on his open office door. I'm glad I did. He invited me in and we chatted a little - about my summer and some of the people I saw, about teaching, and some other things. He gives me more credit than is accurate, but it's nice to have a few people in your life who think more of you than you are - it reminds you to try to be better.