1/3 Divine

Master of Divinity. It sounds as if when I graduate, I will be a goddess, controlling the orbits of the planets, accepting sacrificial offerings, and throwing down lightning bolts when offended. I haven't gotten to those courses quite yet, but I have finished my first year of graduate school, and so can properly classify myself as 1/3 divine.

And, I suppose I've learned a couple of things over the course of this year, despite my reluctance to do so.

• There is so much I don't and can't ever know, and I'm glad.
• Talking theology is an oxymoron.
• Living directly across the street from a fire station is neither as annoying nor as fulfilling as you might think.
• Home is neither here nor there, but some amorphous space in between.
• Prison is generally scary. Prisoners generally aren't.
• Eating together is much more profound than we realize.
• Boys are friends, too.
• I love books. I knew this before, but I really love books.
• In a disconnected, far-away existence, cell phones are amazing.
• I like being an adult.
• I hate being an adult.
• Coffee shops should perhaps replace churches.
• William and Mary is an exceptional place. I knew this before, too, but didn't realize exactly how exceptional it was until I came somewhere else.
• Jean Calvin was, for the most part, grossly and dangerously mistaken.
• I am who I am because of Roanoke, Virginia, and a few people there.
• Life is chaos.