Syllabus of Dawn

This was my pre-dawn breakfast:

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You can’t see it because pre-dawn means it’s still dark outside!

I had eggs on Ezekiel bread toast (my favorite), with green juice (not my favorite) and a side of dawn.

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My day began at 530, for a drive to get myself medically cleared to be rid of that stupid mask, and then start my work day. I did not know this morning that I would work all three jobs today, technically.

Here’s the adventure of how it went down:

First, my Monday morning family that takes up my whole morning rescheduled, which is completely lame, but gave me enough time – with lunch hour – to finally get to Hillcrest for hospital orientation. I barely squeezed it in, and only because I am not a real employee so did not have to stay for benefit talks or anything. But I did get my badge!

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As I finished there, I got paged by the hospital here, saying the supervisor was sick for the first time in years, so could I please come in and cover the ER? Well, no, actually, because even though I was gallivanting my way through errands, I do have an actual day job that takes top priority, and I was headed back to that. Except there was no one else, so they just held people for me! It was crazy! No pun intended. So I finished my regular day job peeps, the ones that did not reschedule on me, and then met Nathan and the kids at the ER at 7 this evening just so I could kiss and hug them as I headed to work there.

Oh, and Nathan brought my notebook I need for the ER shift, which was super sweet and participatory of him.

I worked until 11pm, and was very glad by then to be finished, but I still have the pager until 6am. My day was long, but I did not waste any time. Every break during the orientation, and every moment waiting on appointments or callbacks at the hospital, I spent pouring over each new syllabus for all my graduate classes that start this week:

Apostolic Writings and the Qumran Community
Systemic Theology
Spiritual Leadership Within the Organization
Homiletics
Old Testament
Clinical Pastoral Education

My Hebrew 2 final is next week, and Hebrew 3 starts the week after that. This is crazy. A full graduate load is normally considered three classes, or nine hours. I am taking seven classes, or 21 hours, including both Master’s and post-doc work. That is wrong.

I remember after I finished my doctorate, and how I collapsed, and how I knew I would never ever go back to school no matter what.

Except that I do love it so much.

And as crazy as it sounds, this is for me, and for me it is play.

I really, really love it.

Except this is extreme, even for me, but only for a limited time and for a specific purpose.

And I have a testimony – I know – that there is some reason it is being required of me.

Nathan, in the meantime, decided that having four kids is actually far more easier than six kids, even more of a relief than expected. Figure into that how the baby goes to sleep almost by 630, and the toddler by 7, and the six year olds by 730, and me out working… Well, let’s just say he finally got to do some new creative work – this time on assignment for the city of Bartlesville – and I think he enjoyed every quiet moment.

We missed each other, though, after our spoiled days of being together so much over the holidays. He didn’t forget about me, though! I came home and fell on him, exhausted, and crying. I apologized for crying, because really my day was long but not even hard. Everything went smoothly, and I got extra things done, and I was not even overwhelmed… except for being exhausted. I told him that today was fine, but I do not know how I can do twelve weeks of today.

He smiled at me, kissed my forehead, wiped my tears, and said he knew how I could do it… with cheese, he said.

He pointed to a plate by my reading chair, full of apple slices, Swiss cheese, sausage, and almond thins. How sweet was that?

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I love that guy. I really do.

And today was perfect, even if close in timing: Three and Sister left just as I had to go to work and the new semester started, peeps cancelled on me long enough for me to get that awful orientation out of the way, and I made it back to work just in time, and got stuck at the hospital waiting on callbacks just exactly long enough to finish the homework I needed to do, and now I will just barely make it to bed before midnight, which will give me just exactly enough sleep.

For because my Father-in-Heaven promised “sufficient for my needs”.

And I believe Him.

About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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