Sex Leads to Dancing

I was out wandering around the internet again, big surprise, and I stumbled onto a French scrapbookers' blog, again big surprise...anyway, it's amazing to me how much french I really do still remember. It's funny how some things you forget instantly as you are walking up to receive your diploma, yet other things stick with you even if you haven't thought about them in 6 years! I remember really enjoying french class in highschool, I like to think I was pretty darn stellar in that language class, heck I was dreaming in french for a while there. I should have been able to get a college credit for it, but evidently when you take a college course in highschool from a highschool teacher the credit is only valid if you attend the college that the correspondence course is linked to. Follow?

Anyway, not that it really mattered all too much anyhow, Multnomah Bible College didn't offer a french course for me to take. I really wanted to take Greek or Hebrew but I didn't have room in my jam packed brain numbing schedule. (And yes, guitar class was brain numbing....)
FYI anyone planning on attending a Bible College, I HIGHLY recommend Multnomah, more specifically, Dr. Freisen's Old Testament Pentateuch course. That was by far the most in depth study of the old testament that I have endured. I say "endured" because we had to recite this crazy wild mantra every single morning, it had hand gestures and rhymes and silly faces and it was wild. I could walk you through the entire old testament in five minutes of song and dance and you would totally understand the history and be dancing along with me before you knew it. But it's been a few years since I've done that dance so I cant remember much of it. I dont think I even have that course material anymore, bummer really.

And as a side note, I use the term dance very loosely. You see, in the community of Multnomah, dancing is a sin. Not only is it against the rules on campus, but the general musings of the masses have all come to agree that Sex leads to Dancing. Not that sex was allowed on campus either, this is a Bible College folks...but the student population felt the rule to be so insanely old fashioned that it indeed trumped the rules forbidding cohabitation and the like. So there you have it NO DANCING! It's bad!

Now that I'm reliving the college days....I have to laugh at how many times I called in sick because I didn't feel like leaving the warmth of my bed. I cant tell you how many times I lied to the nurse to get my absentees waived. You see, at Multnomah you were only allowed a few missed classes per semester before you lost out on your credits and therefor wasted your time. So...my excuse was without faill 'girl problems'. No one would dare question menstrual cramping! Besides, most of the time it was true, I used to get such horrifying symptoms too, I would have every aweful thing listed on the side of the pepto bottle, along with all my organs cramping at once. It was the worst. So yeah, I opted to stay in bed on those days.