Surely the End Must be Near

Growing up in a home where Premillenialism was not the accepted escatalogical viewpoint, whenever there was a series of earthquakes, or "wars and rumors of wars" in the Middle East (continual since the Old Testament days) someone would jokingly say, "Surely the end must be near." Now, in these "last days" of my 5th year of Bible College, I can say with the best of them, "Surely the end must be near."

I have reached that point of not really caring. (OK. I admit, this isn't the first time.) Some call it "senioritis," others call it "spring fever," and I choose to call it "End Times." There are wars and rumors of wars inside me about finishing up that one stupid assignment that I put off because it was only worth about 2% or less of my grade. There are great earthquakes as my roommate crashes from his bunk and hits the floor right beside me - getting up for class. Who does that?

Not to mention my weekends (albeit only 2 of them left this semester in which the choir goes out both times). Saturdays used to be "get-r-done" days where I would arise at some ungodly hour like 6:00 or 7:00 a.m. and hit the homework for a few hours, go to breakfast, go to the library and do homework until it closes, go to the snackbar and do homework until suppertime, eat supper, go to Starbucks or somewhere (taking date time) and do more homework until time to return to campus for curfew. All in all my Saturdays could often add up to somewhere in the realm of 10-12 hours of homework. Oh yeah. I said all of that to say that this Saturday homework really isn't all that important. I might get around to spending an hour or two doing homework, but that's only if, by some weird turn of events, I find myself with an overwhelming load of ambition. Not too likely.

Surely the End Must be Near!