A long time ago I was beginning the semester; now, I’m fully in the heat-of-things and trying to catch my breath. One would think my life would be simple. I’ve graduated. I’m not taking classes. I’m working at a paying job. I’m taking my time and visiting graduate schools. What isn’t ordered in all of this? – my life’s rhythm.
Added to a staff above my memories of last spring, I’ve complicated my life by also syncopating it with a spastic rhythm. There is no line of continuity in everything that occurs, instead I’m simply adding partially-overlapping layers on each other to make it all connect. Take my social life for example. The times I schedule myself the most and arrange my life in a break-neck pace are the times when I am rooted to a particular place: my busiest times in Ft. Worth are the solid periods where I’m housesitting for Dr. Schmidt and Judy. The times I’m staying the nights at friends’ places, however, are left completely open without any commitments. Those are the times that I read; those are the times that I work or study. None of this is bad, it is paradoxical, however.
Last week I spent Monday and Tuesday visiting Lexington Theological Seminary in Lexington, KY. Before anyone asks — I reflected a lot while I was at each of the schools and also afterwards. I’m not done, however, and definitely not ready to make a decision, so thoughts on each school will be available on an individual basis after some time. Tuesday night I rented a car and on Wednesday morning I drove down to Nashville, TN to visit Vanderbilt Divinity School. I enjoyed my time with my friends there as well before driving north to Owensboro, KY on Thursday afternoon. That night I stayed with Jeff Bruce and his parents and showed Mike and Angela pictures of Italy while we watched the Olympics after dinner. Friday I saw my maternal grandparents in Lexington (they were at a meeting there — they live in IA) and turned in my rental car and hung out with even more friends in Lexington before flying back to Ft. Worth on Saturday morning. Tomorrow I’m flying to Chicago to check out the University of Chicago Divinity School. We’ll see how it goes.
How is my schedule and life overlapping beyond all of this (i.e. what’s so spastic about this)? My time is regimented and loose, yet I am bound by it. My space is also transitional, and I am bound even worse to it. Today I wanted to work on some of my projects for Dr. Gunn, so I needed two things: an internet connection and a space to sit and work. The former is available throughout TCU (the wireless connection is awesome); the latter was more or a problem — the library was closed for the day. Closed?!? Yes, DFW had an ice storm and, even though the roads were mostly dry by lunchtime (the library opens at noon), the staff apparently couldn’t make it in. So, I spent the rest of the day in the Student Center working in the reading room.
Oh, before I forget, there’s another example of the crazy nature of my current life pace. TCU has a chapter for Phi Beta Kappa, the nation’s oldest honor society for college students. It’s a pretty selective group since the number of people allowed in the entire university is limited to a percentage of how many BA/BS degrees were awarded. For each of the past three years I’d witnessed a couple of Religion students each year be elected into this. The way they’re notified is the faculty members come into the classroom and make some statement about the historical significance of the honor society and then name the student. Well, this morning Dr. Lahutsky decided to do it at church! She stood up in the joys/concerns time and announced that I was elected into it. Talk about fun and yet weird at the same time. At least when she did it she did mention that nothing is normal in my life at the moment and this shouldn’t be an exception.