By all accounts, I am still in the midst of my summer. But for practical reasons, the semester has already begun. For those of you who don’t know, I am entering my third (of three) years in my Masters program (Divinity). The journey has been varied but good, and I sincerely look forward to completing what has been a rewarding degree to earn. And the second-to-last semester has begun.
Classes begin on August 24, but the books are already ordered. Of the five classes I am taking, three have required book lists. These book lists contain around 16 books total, all of which are good, keep-on-your-shelf-forever kinds of books. In that respect, I’m glad to own them. But the fact remains that we have a full three weeks until classes officially begin, and the books are on their way.
If anyone has seen my apartment, they know that I love owning books. My journey in book buying began in high school, when I bought many of my English literature books… just to have them. Even then, I was thinking more in terms of “library” and less in terms of “book lists,” but even so I admit that my collection is rather thin. So I’m not so sad that the semester is already begun, but I’d sure like another month of summer.