It’s
been a good while since I have joined in on Jen’s linkup and it’s about time
I’m back. My month long hiatus from
Friday’s posting was full of studies and little breaks to spend time with
family and friends. This past week, on
the one hand, has not been too eventful in the fact it can be summarized by my
nose being in a book. But on the other
hand, it has been full, not of events, but of the simple daily occurrences
leading up to one big special event.
---1---
Saturday,
after a day of studying and packing, my ever faithful summer school roommate
and I caravanned to school and moved into our dorm room home for the week. By
the time we got things situated we both were exhausted and lacked all
motivation and desire to pick up one of the many books taunting us from the
bookshelf. Being the dedicated students we decided to lounge in bed and talk
and being nerds we eventually came around to our studies before we fell asleep.
Completely unrelated, but then somewhat, this scenario reminds me of a statement a friend of mine made in undergrad. After staying up till the wee hours of the morning debating some theory or such, this lovely pair of roommates decided they had come upon a key difference between men and women. Men, they posited, were thinkers and would stay up till four a.m. without hesitating to discuss philosophy. Women, based on my saying that my roommate and I did not stay up late discussing the topic, did not. Women on the other hand would only stay up that late to talk about frivolities such as boys and shoes. I am sure you can guess that this theory of theirs was not graciously received by most of the table and was debunked in a quick stating of the fact that they could not base an argument about the entirety of masculinity on themselves. Dear boys were far from the norm. Well, boys, now my roommate and I do stay up discussing theory. And now, dear reader, you know as well.
A view from my study spot of my old dorm on campus. |
Completely unrelated, but then somewhat, this scenario reminds me of a statement a friend of mine made in undergrad. After staying up till the wee hours of the morning debating some theory or such, this lovely pair of roommates decided they had come upon a key difference between men and women. Men, they posited, were thinkers and would stay up till four a.m. without hesitating to discuss philosophy. Women, based on my saying that my roommate and I did not stay up late discussing the topic, did not. Women on the other hand would only stay up that late to talk about frivolities such as boys and shoes. I am sure you can guess that this theory of theirs was not graciously received by most of the table and was debunked in a quick stating of the fact that they could not base an argument about the entirety of masculinity on themselves. Dear boys were far from the norm. Well, boys, now my roommate and I do stay up discussing theory. And now, dear reader, you know as well.
---2---
Come
Sunday morning the pressure of the impending written exam was in full force. To
make matters worse, I had caught a cough and sore throat from B and felt
horrible. We woke up early and made our way to the campus Starbucks for breakfast
and studying. It is weird, but I have always enjoyed studying in a way. I love the sense of accomplishment as you
outline information and realize how much you really do know and understand. Not
to brag, because it’s such a coveted trait, but I have a unique talent for
making study guides. Combined with my great ability to stress out, sleep in
awkward places and positions, and take notes while having a conversation in the
margins, I can be a student when I am all grown up. But I digress. Knowing my
tendency to just keep studying and stressing, my roommate proclaimed that I had
to start getting ready for bed at midnight whether I wanted to or not, she was
going to make me go to bed. Thanks to her and my cold I was happily in bed
reading my notes one more time by midnight.
---3---
Monday
morning we dragged each other out of bed and to the showers. Got dressed and
headed to Starbucks for the necessary caffeine to get through the morning. At 8
a.m. we picked up our folders at the Theology building and walked over to the computer
cluster. We made a pact not to look until we were seated and ready, we took
deep breaths, said a quick mental prayer, opened the folder and began.
I
was not surprised by the questions asked. Of the five I felt that I could have
if necessary answered all five, but I had to choose three. The questions on marriage and culture were a
given. I knew my material on them both well. The question on the connection
between the Old and New Testaments of the Bible was calling to me, one chapter I
decided not to read because time was running out held some supportive
information that I thought they would notice was missing. So I skipped it and
struggled a bit in writing about Pope Benedict XVI’s theology. I have often
wondered why it takes so long to write a paper and yet, given the restraints of
a test and a time limit, I can pound out more in an hour than normal. Four
hours and thirteen pages later it was time to print this labor of love off and
hand it in.
---4---
Promptly after handing in our written exams we met up with my roommate’s boss at the Log Chapel on campus.
Father said Mass for us, which was a beautiful experience. It was so intimate and the homily was geared just to us. It made me think of what it must be like on your wedding day to have the priest speaking directly to you about this step in your lives.
After
we went to a favorite Italian restaurant for pasta and gelato, took some well-deserved
naps and discussed the idea of studying for our oral exams.
---5---
Tuesday
brought more studying. The unique part of this studying was that with knowing
what was on the written exam you kind of had a hint of what the professors may
want to talk about. Such as the
questions you did not answer on the written exam and clarifying the things you
may have written in a state of panic and therefore are so deep that they are
unintelligible even to yourself. So I read the chapter I skipped when studying
for the written and brushed up on the doctrine of grace.
Roommate:
Define grace.
Christina:
Grace is what got me through four years of graduate school without going
insane.
Together:
Yay!
The
other unique part of studying for the second half of an exam is feeling like
you know you are going to pass the exam, but doubting that feeling means
anything. After the written exam, I knew I was in a good spot. In fact, if it
had been for any other test I would have sat back and felt like I had secured
my A, but there was that dread that I would walk into the oral exam and they
would ask me something that I could not answer. There also was this dread
because my advisor had told us in the preparation for the exam that if you get
to the oral and they start asking you questions that were not on the written
test, you can sit back, relax and enjoy the fact that they think you have
passed and just want to have some fun and see how far you can go. This having
fun part and having to speak off the cuff about things I had not studied for
was almost more terrifying than answering the questions about the written exam.
---6---
Dress
for the job you want.
Enjoy
your breather from these rather long takes?
Good.
Now it’s back to the books.
---7---
My
oral exam was scheduled for Wednesday afternoon, so after lunch and explaining
all my topics to my roommate as I straightened my hair, I walked over to the
Theology department’s building. As usual I brought my study guide with me so I
could look at it to calm my nerves while I waited. I stopped in the restroom
and before I could place my study guide in my purse for safe keeping I dropped
it right into the toilet. I was done studying.
Waiting
is nerve wracking. The couple professors telling me not to worry and wishing me
well did not fully ease my nerves. Even when the professors on my panel started
off by asking questions that were not on my exam did my nerves settle down. In
my head I kept telling myself, they are going to pass you, they are doing just
what your advisor said, they are going to pass you, RELAX, just relax. Some of
it was fun conversation and some questions were ones that I had no clue how to
answer or I had never thought about before in my life. Unfortunately they
wanted to talk about my least favorite topics and I never did get to answer the
question on Scripture, but it was all ok. After the exam they asked for me to
go into the lounge across the hall and they would come and get me. Oddly enough
I do not remember everything the chair said when he came to see me. I just remember, “Not only did you pass…quite
articulate.”
I
passed!
I
wanted to cry right then and there but I kept it together to thank the panel
for everything and get B on the phone. And then I couldn’t help it. The tears
came. It was such a hard experience and now it was over.
My
roommate and I packed up our room (she passed too!) and I stopped by an old
friend’s house to visit and meet her newborn daughter before heading home. She
was so very right; nothing adds to joy like holding a newborn. That and having
your little brother bow before you declaring you, “Master,” and making so many
people you love proud.
It
is so good to be done.
Have
a blessed weekend!
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