This afternoon I had a Greek exam. To say I wasn't looking forward to it would be an understatement of epic proportions, if that's not some kind of paradox!.
That was until about ten minutes before kick-off, when we somehow managed to work out what the passage for translation would almost certainly be. Thankfully, I had read it twice already that morning, with the same suspicion. Others even less familiar with the Bible than myself (yes, it's possible apparently) were a bit panicked by not being able to remember much of it. So an acquaintance sitting another exam at the same venue kindly lent me a Bible.
Thus, I found myself standing on the steps of the Temple of Peace, an umbrella held up in one hand, a Bible in the other, loudly proclaiming the word of the Lord to a small crowd of completely rapt first years.
Just bizarre!
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