For those of you who read this often, you know that Corey and I are here at Lipscomb for yet another week of grad school. We’re on campus again, enjoying college life at it’s finest: community showers, cafeteria food and, perhaps the grandest of all collegiate traditions, procrastination.
Every day, we have a quiz over the previous day’s material. Every evening, I know I should study for this quiz. And yet, every night, I find something — anything — to delay my inevitable date poring over the minutiae of the Pastorals.
Procrastination must be contagious.
Case in point: I just finished clipping my toenails. At home, I clip my toenails about as often as I get an oil change. But here, this menial task becomes a critical hygienic issue that demands remedying NOW.
By the way, is there anything more annoying than someone clipping their fingernails in public? In the middle of class today, dude next to me whips out his clippers and starts whacking away. In the middle of the lecture. I mean, Dr. Moss is at the front, talking about the critical issues in 1 Timothy, and pieces of this guy’s fingernails are flying all over the place. For my money, nothing communicates disinterest more clearly than the sound of clipping your fingernails while someone else is talking. It’s just rude. (When I was a teacher, I once chastised a student of mine for clipping her fingernails during my lecture. Told her it was rude and very distracting, especially when you’re trying to make a presentation. I don’t think she understood. Or cared. Said she needed to push back her cuticles.)
Anything to keep from studying.
Including blogging about my toenails.
Tomorrow, I’m blogging about Lipscomb’s incarnation of “unmerited favor”. Stay tuned.
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When my father preached out at Bethel church of Christ way out near Watertown, we had a similar issue. There were these two old women who sat about 8 rows apart. They both always cut their fingernails during my dad’s sermons. Problem with that is this:-The auditorium could have held 250-The attendance was around 30-Zero carpet in the entire placeTherefore the echo of the clipping would ring throughout like church bells. It was great when they would get into a rhythm.
Maybe we should start an accountability group together. I’ll make sure you study before you clip anything, you do the same for me.Seriously, I’m looking forward to the unmerited favor post.
I can’t believe I actually posted about my toenails. This blog has reached a new low.Lane, I can hear the sounds of finger nail clippers reverberating around that old auditorium even now. How annoying.Corey, I’ve got nothing left to clip (toenails yesterday, fingernails the day before), so I’ll have to find new ways to avoid studying tonight. Just slap me and make me get back to work.
I’m a little grossed out by this whole thing.Jason, it’s Lipscomb. Their academic standards aren’t that high. You’ll coast.
This is way off topic to this post, but what is becoming of the USA WBC team? Al Leiter is now the number 4 starter. Al Leiter!! He is almost a hundred years old and couldn’t be the number 4 starter on over half the MLB teams.And Freeman, its true that DLU is no Central Arkansas Little Rock State Tech whatever. Did your college require you to wear shoes, or was that optional?
Atta boy, Matt!The WBC is a joke. Selig pushed for this thing, and very few players are taking it seriously. It’ll show in the ratings. I doubt it’ll return.
Strictly optional, Matt. Strictly optional.