A full day yesterday at Boston College School of Theology and Ministry. New students, lay and ordained, secular and religious, got acquainted over a continental breakfast. The school introduced us to every member of the faculty not on sabbatical; each professor said hello and summarized his field of study, her research, his course offerings. The administrative staff took us briskly and virtually through the institution so we would know what we needed to know now. The riches of the Boston Theological Institute, the consortium of the ten Boston-area divinity schools, seminaries, and schools of theology, were revealed to the uninitiated. And returning students returned to greet us and pull us out of the bog of our first-day perplexities.
At one o'clock I paused for the celebration of the Eucharist at the chapel in the School of Theology and Ministry building. In the afternoon I met the director of the Master of Theology program and my own faculty advisor to confer over first-semester courses. Happily, I have registered for the courses I most wanted: the one on the Second Vatican Council and the other on feminist theologies.
A quick stop at the university's office of student services to grin for the camera, then obtain my student identification card; and the day was done.
Classes begin on Tuesday. Boston College, here we come.