Airing my dirty laundry at Bob Jones University

How was it that I had begun to take certain wrongdoing so lightly? How was it that I could justify theft?

I was a graduate assistant at Bob Jones University. That meant while I was taking my grad classes, I was also working thirty hours a week at Bob Jones University Press to pay my school bill.

Except there came a point where I wasn’t working. I don’t know how it happened, really, Continue reading