Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.
I took this picture on a hike with Dad over spring break. We paused on the way back and I noticed this cute little pile of rocks some hiker left behind. As I pointed it out to Dad, our dog expressed her interest by knocking the pile over with her huge schnozz. I had to rebuild it before I took the picture.
On Thursday I took the biology exam after intensive studying, and still some of the multiple choice questions eluded me. Frustrating! Students absolutely packed the classroom, an interesting switch from the usually quasi-packed room. But the professor kindly “invited” us to attend class on Friday too; only about 1/3 of the class took him up on that offer. Interestingly a girl I think of as the The Really Tan Boob Girl has showed up meticulously every day! She’s a small, thin, curly-haired blonde who wears tight shirts with fantastically plunging necklines, tight pants or skirts, spiky heels, and speaks in a Barbie-like squeak. Boys swoon in attendance to her and I feel like a philistine sitting near her. But I’m happy in my hiking boots, jeans, T-shirts, REI jacket without the obnoxious buzzing of hovering desperate boys. Just think what she cannot do: go out and just spend time alone; work quietly in the library without guys gasping at her boobs; do anything without flaunting herself.
I mentioned the RTBG in the women’s Bible Study on Wednesday and just by her title several of the other women recognized exactly who I was talking about. Wow. It really makes me appreciate my looks, my clothing style, and my life.
– KF –