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going to the U of I for a semester seems to be becoming more and more of a possibility. i would go as a part-time, non-degree-seeking status student. i would still graduate from NU, but i would transfer the UI credits back to NU. and it would let me stay in champaign right now, which, admittedly, sounds pretty attractive. i would get an apartment here in C-U and work part-time.

this situation reminds me a bit of the decision i had to make when i chose to leave Centennial and go to ANC. Centennial was fine, and it was a known quantity, but i wasn’t extraordinarily happy there. it’s unlike that decision in that i’d be choosing to *stay* at home rather than leave for somewhere else, but it’s similar in that i’d be taking somewhat of a risk by changing my situation when i could stay at NU and know what i’d be getting. but then, on the other hand, i really *don’t* know what this coming year would be like. i don’t even know where i’d live if i were to stay at NU. i don’t have a place in housing.

so yeah. when i wrote a couple of days that i felt like i was coming to a crossroads, i didn’t expedct it to be quite as literal as this, but it is.

and as i’m reading Grant’s book The Art of Spiritual Warfare, i’m feeling a lot like the Lord is testing me. i’m really feeling like i’m out there on a limb by myself. i’ve got to make my own path and not rely on past habits so much.

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drove back down to SIU-E. i’m feeling a little better. i think the weekend at home was good for me. it sort of refreshed me. also, at home i picked up my secret weapon: a portable radio. i will conquer the demons of digging-induced boredom with this magical weapon.

calling the UI admissions office tomorrow. gotta see what’s up.

kinda sad.

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