School? Really?

After only one year, I think I have forgotten what it means to be in school.

I feel like the kid in elementary saying to their parent, "I don't wanna!"

I looked at my syllabi this weekend. Kick me in the pants. For one of my classes I'm going to have to translate the book of Romans. I haven't looked at Greek in a year. Translate? What's that? (I am choosing to take that class, though, in the defense of the professor.) Group projects - gross. I just worked in a church for a year and let me just say, group projects do not help anybody do anything. Working with people in the real world is absolutely nothing like working with people for a grade. Why is it helpful?

I ordered my books. There were a lot of them. And I have to read them. And write papers.

School? What's that?