Last Sunday, I very cautiously locomoted to a well know local Seminary, Bob Jones University. They have the largest collection of Christian art in the world, only second to the Vatican. The girls must wear dresses, and the guys have to wear dress slacks and shirts at all times, while on the premises. Even I, being a normal Joe, had to wear the proper attire in order to be allowed to view the art.

At the time, I had an encroaching project due the following day in Art History class, in which I had to pick paintings that had certain characteristics. I had visited this place before, when I was in high school. You see, I went to a private Christian school, so they, being the faculty of Bob Jones, invited us to visit for a day, hoping that our parents and us would be so enthralled by the place that we’d enrol as soon as we graduated high school (second level – senior cycle).

I went with the rest of my graduating class, and I’ll have to admit at the time, I was quite captivated by the place and the people. We talked to a lot of the students and faculty and had lunch in their cafeteria. All was well, until I sat down across from a mom and dad that were scolding their daughter for not wanting to stay and for quietly weeping in public. The father even went as far as to say that he was ashamed to be her father. It reminded me of my own home, so I decided that I’d never go to school there.

When are we and where are we? Hmm… Back to last Sunday, I guess. As I traversed the grounds, I couldn’t help but get the feeling of something menacing afoot. You know how you get that feeling in your gut, as Bush gets about terrorism, when you just know something isn’t right, but you just can’t place it. The young adults that I met were all serious and drab, devoid of any humour or liveliness, which is rare in the 18 to 22 year range. Heck, at my university, kids are always cutting up and laughing. Oh, I forgot that students at BJ are not allowed to dash a glance at a hot chick or hold hands, while on the school property. The sad thing is that these younglings live on campus.

Even though the place was making the hair on the back of my neck stand up, I treaded forward, went to the Art Museum, and took some fantabulous shots.

By the way, Baino has a fabulous post about religion on her blog. And, please have Absolute Vanilla in your thoughts. She’s a Sick Parrot.

Ladies and Gentleman (the few of you that visit for something besides pictures of Jefferson Davis), I have much studying to do. Post over the next two weeks will probably be sporadic at best. I have two term papers to organise and finish writing, plus one more Final Exam. Aaarrghhh…

The reason I titled this post, Entertain me, please, is that I really need entertainment! I love art history class, but the fact that I have to sit in the same room as the little conniving…Oh drat, I’m too damn civilised to say how I feel or what I think of her!

Starting a relationship with someone in a class atmosphere that I have to return to every week was a major error on my part. Now, I wonder what the giggles and snickering when I’m in her presence is about. I wonder exactly what she is sharing with the other women. Something about me? Eh? We all make this mistake, whether it is at school or work. We think that this person is the one, or that they’ll never hurt us. Ha!

It’s all good though. I work harder and achieve more, when I have either an arch nemesis or when someone mocks me. So, go ahead and beleaguer me! Call me names! Tell me I’m no good and not worth the air I breathe! I’ve made asses of people that have belittled me and called me names. I’ll make Equus asinus’ of them all!

I’m not angry, just ‘bout to pull my hair out. Ah, the joys of finals and working six days a week.

Now, I’m going to watch Bear Grylls, in Man vs. Wild. Tis my favourite show on the telly. The dude is my hero. He is paid to travel the world and “survive” in the wild for a few days with a camera crew. I know how to start a fire without a match. I know how to build a shelter. I was taught what plants and berries are edible. I know which way is north, without a compass. I’m fully skilled in fishing and hunting. Heck, I can even tell you what insects are edible. Can I get my own show?

P.S.: I have a ton of new photos on my flickr account of my trip to the High Museum and my journey around Bob Jones University yesterday.