This time, in Hershey, PA. I'm staying at the Hershey Lodge, which beats the place I stayed last year hands down. They give away chocolate at every opportunity, and they stock cocoa soap in all the rooms. I was half way through my second bar before I realized that was all I had to wash with!
Okay, maybe not.
Paper #1 for the semester is still brewing in my head. I'm not sure if there's enough there to ferment yet. This class (Sacred Scripture: the Torah and Historical Books) seems a bit more difficult to gauge. Having a background in literature, I should feel right at home. However, the academic world in which I earned my degree was much too frivilous and fraught with ideology to give anyone a good grounding in literary hermeneutics.
Is there a patron saint for scripture scholars? St. Jerome, maybe?