Some people don’t eat out or get gas on Sunday because, though not working themselves, they are in a way contributing to others working on the Lord’s day. I was thinking Sunday night, what about electricity? I suppose there have to be people manning the electrical generating plants out there on the dams to support our lights and dishwashers and heaters.

There were so many strange things happening when I got home Monday morning it’s not even funny. First of all, there was a big old nutria right in front of the house on the walkway. I honked the horn and he scurried off. Then I get out, and all of the house doors are locked. Nobody’d told me anything about that. There’s a light on inside, the computer’s on, and the phone’s ringing. So many bizarre things. I had a cell phone—good thing—so I called dad. He was sleeping of course, so he didn’t answer. He called back a little later and told me where the key was hidden.

There are two extraordinarily tough teachers that I have had, and I’ve liked both of them. I don’t know if it’s a reaction to the people around me slamming them or if their teaching style fits my learning style. They’re both very well-organized, no-nonsense lecturers who have tough tests and are generally seen as hard-nosed. They would not be considered “student teachers” (like players coaches). But I like them for precisely those reasons. They’re demanding, and demanding teachers bring out the best in me because I really learn under them.