Like and Love, Ramblings of a Theologian in Progress

I have never considered myself to be athletic. I don't know that I ever will, although if you gave me a list of words to describe me and I had to choose I would no longer automatically dismiss that word as a descriptor. Maybe I'm becoming athletic or maybe over the course of the last year I've become an athlete. I don't know. At some point in my life I made the subconscious decision that I was a book person. For reasons I don't remember, being a book person and being athletic didn't coexist except for in the exceptionally gifted. I blame Mallory from the Baby-Sitters' Club for this. She was super smart and sup uncoordinated. Although Claudia wasn't very bright or athletic either so there's a gaping hole in this theory. It doesn't help that I lack very good hand-eye coordination and that most sports you play in elementary school involve balls and aim. I wish that it hadn't taken me so long to realize that there are some athletic pursuits t

Applying to graduate school is not a walk in the park. It's more like being on the Amazing Race. A feat of one's endurance and scrappiness. Applying to graduate school in the UK is partially easier, given that there are no standardized tests to take, or would be if not for the 6 hour time difference. I knew that applying to grad school wasn't an easy process- our friends discovered the Something Awful Guide to Graduate Schools in 2007 and I wholly endorse it as an accurate description of how it feels to apply to a program. Even more accurately, it reflects the scavenger hunt of applying for a Visa to study in another country. The United Kingdom has fairly few piece of paperwork that they want compared to the US. Yet, they want proof that the school wants you, proof that you can pay for it, proof that you aren't a terrible criminal, a ridiculous fee, your fingerprints, and passport photos. Not US passport photos, but UK ones that are slightly smaller and bound to