Krista Mournet

Yeah, so, I haven’t been around here in a while!

It is been a whirlwind, cacophonous, absolute roller coaster of a spring and summer; but now fall, and a new school year, is upon us all. For me, a new chapter begins as I have been hired on as an adjunct professor at Ashland University, teaching their Exploring the Bible class. I like to call it their “dip your toes in the Bible” course. I am lucky; I have a good time slot, a nice bright room and a good group of students.

Teaching these younger folks has reminded me of when I started my own journey at university; granted, I was in my early twenties, not my late teens, and I did my undergrad in England, not Ohio. But for all new college students, no matter where or when, there is one constant which, like death and student loans, looms over all–syllabus shock.

It’s that sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach, the sweaty palms, the anxiety, the eating Doritos and chocolate for dinner while watching Friends reruns because you can’t bear to look at that pile of obligations lurking in your backpack.

As I thought about my students and the inevitable jolt of reality about to set in, a little song came to mind, which has, as silly as it is, become a sort of anthem for me in challenging times. Here it is; if life is getting you down as well right now, maybe it will help: