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Sterling College

For those who are interested, here are my classes for the Fall of 2007 at Sterling College:

NT Greek I
Introduction to the Old Testament
Basic Philosophical Concepts
Public Speaking
Introduction to Computers
World Literature I
Foundations of Servant Leadership

This comes out to 17 credit hours for the semester. I'm expecting it to be much more laid-back than my first semester at The Master's College, because I was taking 18 credit hours there, which included saxophone practice (which takes about 12 hours per week, even though it is counted as 1 credit hour). On top of all of this, I had work study to deal with. Needless to say, I was almost overwhelmed my Freshman year.

I talked to my academic adviser, Dr. Lederle, today. I am very privileged to have him as an adviser, because he seems a very sensible man. My options for college are abounding: either I can

1) double or triple major in economics, religion and philosophy, and/or literature,

2) make up an interdisciplinary major, combining the likes of literature, religion and philosophy, and history, or

3) any combination of major/minors of the above systems. Afterwards, I could go to a seminary (if I wanted to learn more about theology), or gain an advanced degree is economics (which would be required if I wanted to work in government circles as an economist), or look into working with the International Justice Mission, which I'm still fond of.

In addition to this, we talked of the possibility of my taking an internship abroad, possibly through Cross-cultural Solutions. There are just too many factors right now. I'll have to plunge into the college life and see where it takes me.

Finally, I'm considering whether or not I will try to be involved in this year's plays at Sterling College. I'm leaning heavily towards the "yes" department.
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