My Episcopal partner's tradition dictates that a vocation is not only something that is spoken to you by God. It is also voiced to you by your community.
Since July, so many affirmations of a possible future in the academy have visited me from my colleagues and friends. Sometimes in passing, only occasionally when I've brought it up first, and always with exaggerated tone of voice. Something like KW:
"So, how do you like TAing? Are you going to apply to grad school?" she asks with exaggerated nods, to answer my own question without my speaking.
Or SH:
"I look forward to reading your first book."
Or the other SH:
"You can do this."
I leave out voices like BD and RJ, whose opinions I solicited but are still positive.
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Last night I dreamed about archaeology. I've never done it before, and I haven't thought about Kenchreai in awhile. But I was required to jump into a dark deep pit. I jumped. I was caught. And I happily began to dig away.
In the shower this morning I thought it over. Thought about setting up one of those registries that B&J put together. Thought about how maybe just maybe the in-laws might donate if I asked. Thought about the Imagination Grant, which VJ encouraged me to apply for.
Looked up the cost: over $7000, including tuition. But master's students don't get course credit, so I subtracted $4000. $3000 for room and board and lectures, $1000 for flights, $1000 for pocket money. If the Imagination Grant just covered the $3000...I wonder if I could raise the other $2000.
So today I e-mailed JR about going to Kenchreai.
Since July, so many affirmations of a possible future in the academy have visited me from my colleagues and friends. Sometimes in passing, only occasionally when I've brought it up first, and always with exaggerated tone of voice. Something like KW:
"So, how do you like TAing? Are you going to apply to grad school?" she asks with exaggerated nods, to answer my own question without my speaking.
Or SH:
"I look forward to reading your first book."
Or the other SH:
"You can do this."
I leave out voices like BD and RJ, whose opinions I solicited but are still positive.
----
Last night I dreamed about archaeology. I've never done it before, and I haven't thought about Kenchreai in awhile. But I was required to jump into a dark deep pit. I jumped. I was caught. And I happily began to dig away.
In the shower this morning I thought it over. Thought about setting up one of those registries that B&J put together. Thought about how maybe just maybe the in-laws might donate if I asked. Thought about the Imagination Grant, which VJ encouraged me to apply for.
Looked up the cost: over $7000, including tuition. But master's students don't get course credit, so I subtracted $4000. $3000 for room and board and lectures, $1000 for flights, $1000 for pocket money. If the Imagination Grant just covered the $3000...I wonder if I could raise the other $2000.
So today I e-mailed JR about going to Kenchreai.
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