November 3, 2024
You know how I was talking about going to Loverville with that fellow a month or so ago? Well, as per usual, nothing came of it. We drop off communication for a week or two, I get bored, send him a picture, and it’s like pouring water on a dry sponge. Everything gets all swollen and hot for a day or so. But that’s it. A day or so. It is sustaining, though, that day or so. 😊
I connected with another fellow a few days back. He’s got a graduate degree. I get pretty excited when I see those online. It seemed promising, but he’s not very attentive. I don’t like that! I like being fawned over a bit (but only by text). He’s younger but not way way younger. Although I’d never venture into long-term territory with anyone younger – but I don’t want to venture into long-term territory at all anymore.
School is great, except I’m not enjoying Intro to Theology. The professor doesn’t have the knack for teaching and he’s not clear on assignments. I got a C on my first paper. A C! That’s a hit to the ego. But, as two people have said to me now, “Cs get degrees!”. The silver lining is, a bunch of are so frustrated we started reaching out to one another, and I gathered us all up (like the mother hen that I am) and created a group text chat. It’s been wonderful getting to know my cohorts. That’s something I’ve always said – I learn as much from my cohorts as I do from the professor. They add such richness to the educational experience.
I’m disappointed, though, because that is the single subject I came to school to study: theology. My particular interest is the intersection between religion and US politics. White Christian Nationalism, specifically. I’m immersed in the subject. How can I not be? It’s driving everything about the country right now. It’s incredibly disheartening. I get sad each day, shed some tears, then try like hell to put things into perspective.
This morning I’m feeling OK.
I should do laundry. Should I do laundry? Nah.
I’ll make some jewelry, watch Meet the Press, then start in on the 80 pages of reading for class tomorrow. We're into Queer Theology now. It's easy to get immersed in the reading. It's the lectures that are such a slog, but the group text chat is active the entire time. We try to make each other laugh on the Zoom. The professor is clueless, droning on, which makes it all the more entertaining.
My life. I tell ya. I could not be happier with how it’s going. If it wasn’t for the election and all that it entails, I’d be over the moon.
Smoky on the heating pad (spoiled rotten)