Opening the floodgates

In a non-Easter thought, I fear I opened floodgates this week.  One of the lecture blocks cracked, so they shifted classes to my building, which has made the noise a bit much, and I have elected to work from home.

I'm receiving submissions from theology students for the centenary magazine, so a couple have brought them to me here.  I've assumed that everyone knew where I lived:  either that's not true, or the students are really good at deception!

So, since this has been Holy Week (read: Long but Good Week), I decided to sleep in today.  I woke a little before 8 (slothful!), and was enjoying the morning bliss in bed when I thought I heard a tap at the door, but the fan was on.  So I did nothing; I was being slothful.  Then the tapping came again.  I decided to ignore it.

Then someone said hello, so I got up.  Can you imagine:  one of the masters of theology in health care students wanted me to read her assignment before she turned it in.  She was a bit aghast that I wasn't up-and-at-em, but whatevs.  

I told her that I had to write a sermon for Monday (true!), and that I couldn't read her assignment.  I'm still a bit shocked at her chutzpah.  And frightened at the precedent that reading that assignment would have set.