First day of classes...
Interesting first day at Sacred Heart. I ran into Mark R. During my first class of the day, so it's nice to know someone already in one of my classes. I also met an interesting fellow from New Orleans (yeah, small world), whose house was luckily-enough on the right side of one of the levies, apparently that's the only thing that saved it. Also, he was an acting student for two years and clearly has "personality." So perhaps he, mark and I can get something going this semester for theater, since Sacred Heart has one of the best intact stages in all of Detroit.
I spent the rest of my day wandering around Sacred Heart, which clearly has months and months of exploration potential. I found a gorgeous bay-window-filled study room with sumptuously humongous couches draped in beams of cheery litght, so I'll be studying there often I'm sure, especially since it's in a deserted wing of the place that doesn't appear to get too much foot traffic.
Sacred Heart was also hosting a sort of welcome party for commuting students (of which there are almost 400). By the end of that little get-together I had been invited to be the representative of the MA students on some council that deals with student-needs. Basically I will be taken out to lunch three-to-four times a semester by the lay ministry laison and her secretary during which time I get to complain about there not being enough varities of doritos in the vending machines. I can deal with that.
One bummer for the day: they cancelled Hebrew on me since I was the only person besides Mark R. to sign-up for it and they needed five people minimum to pay the professor. So I have to track done some professors and beg them for a directed readings class. gosh.
Finally, after my first day of classes, I've decided to group my classmates into three categories: first, we have the 50/60-something old-dads-becoming-deacons crew. Interesting, solid folks the most of em. Next, we have the 50/60-something-old-maps-moms (master of pastoral studies) who are getting the degree to help them become DREs, Theology teachers, etc. They're fine, if rather over-perfumed, in general. Finally, we have the seminarians, who range across a very wide spectrum not so much in terms of age but in terms of intellectual ability, from the disgustingly bright to the amazingly stupid. They range from "can't be interesting at all" to "could be kind of interesting in some limited way."
and then there is me.
I spent the rest of my day wandering around Sacred Heart, which clearly has months and months of exploration potential. I found a gorgeous bay-window-filled study room with sumptuously humongous couches draped in beams of cheery litght, so I'll be studying there often I'm sure, especially since it's in a deserted wing of the place that doesn't appear to get too much foot traffic.
Sacred Heart was also hosting a sort of welcome party for commuting students (of which there are almost 400). By the end of that little get-together I had been invited to be the representative of the MA students on some council that deals with student-needs. Basically I will be taken out to lunch three-to-four times a semester by the lay ministry laison and her secretary during which time I get to complain about there not being enough varities of doritos in the vending machines. I can deal with that.
One bummer for the day: they cancelled Hebrew on me since I was the only person besides Mark R. to sign-up for it and they needed five people minimum to pay the professor. So I have to track done some professors and beg them for a directed readings class. gosh.
Finally, after my first day of classes, I've decided to group my classmates into three categories: first, we have the 50/60-something old-dads-becoming-deacons crew. Interesting, solid folks the most of em. Next, we have the 50/60-something-old-maps-moms (master of pastoral studies) who are getting the degree to help them become DREs, Theology teachers, etc. They're fine, if rather over-perfumed, in general. Finally, we have the seminarians, who range across a very wide spectrum not so much in terms of age but in terms of intellectual ability, from the disgustingly bright to the amazingly stupid. They range from "can't be interesting at all" to "could be kind of interesting in some limited way."
and then there is me.
posted by Thomas Peters at 1:03 PM
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