I thought this semester was going to be easy, instead it was a semester that looked easy on paper and was anything but in reality.
At first I was only taking one class, which isn’t uncommon for pat time distance learners, like myself, but I’ve been fortunate to be able to take at least 2 classes per semester (thank God for 1 & 2 credit courses).
Then all the practical pieces for my practicum came together and that’s where things got interesting.
Even my advisor was shocked, which should’ve been at least one clue.
I must’ve thought my practicum was going to be easy because there were no big benchmarks, like quizzes, tests, or papers. Instead it would be more of a “boots on the ground” class.
In other words, I’d be working with people.
It’s one thing to master concepts in a book but it’s another to put them into practice, or sometimes just attempt to.
Now I’m no stranger to working alongside people but this was semester was a lesson in interpersonal communications for sure.
I have a whole new respect for people who do parish work. I have even more respect for people who find it energizing. I think I would find it incredibly stressful if I worked at 98% of the parishes I’ve heard people talk about.
I appreciate the gifts of being able to work for myself, by myself, when, where, and as much, or as little as I want to, more as well.
I never imagined I’d look forward to learning about the Old Testament either, but that’s just how things worked this semester. I can honestly say that there’s more depth in the Old Testament than I ever thought possible, and the class just scraped the surface of it all.
I will not be changing to the Biblical Studies program with an Old Testament emphasis, just in case you were wondering.
The “easy on paper” semester ended up being the “hardest semester so far” in reality. I won’t lie I almost cried & screamed in delight when I logged in to check my official grades recently, which was probably a good thing because the library was morgue level quiet at the time.
I survived, that was enough for me, to be recognized for the hard work was just icing on the cake.
Now on to finishing with the summer……