I call it my Mountain because when I talk about going to school, my life as a student or heading back to campus with people other than Covenant students, I say: "Well I'm headed back to the Mountain." or "I live on a Mountain, I have no idea what goes on in the world." I'm serious, those words have absolutely come out of my mouth before. But I digress.
It's finals time here on my mountain, and while I am supposed to be thinking about these things:
- conjugating the imparfait and the passe compose in French
- the pros and cons of infant baptism and eschatology
- and figuring out what the crap Freud was saying
Seriously, I want them. Bad. And of course my pocket book groans at the thought of purchasing them, but, OH! How cute would my foot look in that shoe?
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