It's midterm week at school. During normal term-time I don't do my reading, so when tests come around, I have to cram. It's worth it, because I save a lot of time by taking good notes and not doing the reading, but it makes this week kind of tough. Thank God that Bryan does the dishes, otherwise they'd be piled up and probably starting to smell by now.
I got the biggest test over with this morning. Athanasius, Augustine, and Aquinas on the Trinity. Plus, oh, Alexander and Arius (we don't like Arius, but all the other guys are great). It seems that in order to make a contribution to Trinitarian theology you must have a name that starts with A. Maybe I'll change mine to Amanda. Or Arthur. Arthur sounds like an appropriately solemn name for a theologian. Not that I have an aspiration to be a theologian, but theology is my major.
My teacher for Trinity is probably in his early thirties. I know he must be, because he has his doctorate, and four kids, but he looks about twelve. Maybe fourteen. It makes it hard to take him seriously. Plus, he does this thing with his hands, kind of wiggles them around... Oh, and last week he referred to John Kerry as Jim. We thought he was talking about Jim Carrey. He said, "I don't think Jim Carrey is qualified to be president" and we just stared at him. The word "duh" was palpably present in the room. We cleared up the misunderstanding, but I still laugh when I think about it. The guy is a genius, and obviously mentally qualified to vote, but... should he really be allowed to? I mean, if he gets John Kerry and Jim Carrey mixed up? On the other hand, maybe he just doesn't know who Jim Carrey is. That's a distinct possibility.
On yet another hand, there's this: in the fall of 2000, just weeks before the election, a poll of University of Michigan students found that only one-third of undergraduates could name both vice-presidential candidates. So I guess my professor should be allowed to vote if U of M students are.
Until my tests are over, pax.