P-word Follow Up
Sam went for his interview at the UW two weekends ago. He really went to make his family feel better, and since he didn’t have to fly. I think he and I were the only ones who didn’t care about the whole thing. Before he left I told him if they gave him and guff to tell them he would prefer going to a school with updated facilities.
Virginia said yes. I’m pretty stocked, naturally so is he. The acceptance and $100 to hold his place is already done. Trying not to jump the gun and start looking at housing 9 months too early.
Sam’s Dad went with him to Seattle for the whole thing. On the drive back, during the 5 hours of silence Bill broke the silence. “So… does Amanda think she’s a druid or a wicca or whatever they call them?” He then made some comment about how their church views witchcraft and things like tarot or horoscopes. (I participated in church that week, the sermon was a bit black and white. I opted to not "pray for our lost friends" who engage in such activities. Eh.) When Sam told me I first felt vindicated that I knew it would eventually come up, laughed, and then started correcting notions about being druids and how you’re a Wiccan if you follow Wicca.
More important though was what Sam replied. I know we don’t always see eye to eye on religion, so I’m not 100% confident in his ability to explain something he doesn’t understand to someone else. He replied very intelligently. First he said he loved me the way I am, and he doesn’t care how Bill or his Mom feels about it. Then he gave a true but vague reply that I’m intensely interested in the culture of my British Isles heritage. I suppose that’s a tiny sliver of the things I’m interested in. Sadly, Sam said Bill would never say a thing to me about it, so if I want to have a dialogue I will have to start the conversation. I think I’ll wait a while.
Virginia said yes. I’m pretty stocked, naturally so is he. The acceptance and $100 to hold his place is already done. Trying not to jump the gun and start looking at housing 9 months too early.
Sam’s Dad went with him to Seattle for the whole thing. On the drive back, during the 5 hours of silence Bill broke the silence. “So… does Amanda think she’s a druid or a wicca or whatever they call them?” He then made some comment about how their church views witchcraft and things like tarot or horoscopes. (I participated in church that week, the sermon was a bit black and white. I opted to not "pray for our lost friends" who engage in such activities. Eh.) When Sam told me I first felt vindicated that I knew it would eventually come up, laughed, and then started correcting notions about being druids and how you’re a Wiccan if you follow Wicca.
More important though was what Sam replied. I know we don’t always see eye to eye on religion, so I’m not 100% confident in his ability to explain something he doesn’t understand to someone else. He replied very intelligently. First he said he loved me the way I am, and he doesn’t care how Bill or his Mom feels about it. Then he gave a true but vague reply that I’m intensely interested in the culture of my British Isles heritage. I suppose that’s a tiny sliver of the things I’m interested in. Sadly, Sam said Bill would never say a thing to me about it, so if I want to have a dialogue I will have to start the conversation. I think I’ll wait a while.