Forget-me-nots in flower under the trees by the little Anglican church.
The trees on the edge of the graveyard.
Today I went to see my history lecturer (my favourite lecturer), who also happens to be in charge of the History Honours programme at my university, as I want to find out everything about doing Honours, which I want to do in 2008. Well, all that sounds great, though a lot of work, but somehow we got talking about other things and it turns out he's a Christian. Then we talked about novels! It was so nice. I'm not quite sure why but yesterday I was feeling a bit upset and sick of life in general - not in a suicidal way or anything, just thinking about stuff. This was possibly because another lecturer made a comment in a lecture that made me feel a bit under attack. I know I should probably not react this way and usually I manage just fine, but for some reason, by yesterday, I had just had enough of being attacked for a while. I don't know how people cope who are being really and truly persecuted every day. I just get sick of insinuations that people who have faith in something higher than themselves are not intellectual enough, or are slightly deluded.
So it was so lovely to find out that someone I really respect as an intellectual, as a lecturer, and as a person in general is a Christian too. Funny how things like this can really cheer one up.
We also got to compare Pig Latin dialects in Linguistics, which could account slightly for the improved mood... :)
Photos: went for a wander yesterday in the domain near my house. Spring is a really beautiful time of year. I don't want it to end.
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