Horror of horrors....
Ok. It took a couple of weeks but I realized that....
...5 classes plus working 10 hours a week is too much. So. I've dropped church history.
Greek is too much fun for me to drop. Old Testament is a great class, philosophy is necessary for me to take Systematic Theology next semester, and Public Practice is going to be a joke that I need to just get done as soon as I possibly can.
So Church History it is.
I just have to keep repeating to myself...I am not a failure for dropping a class...this does not reflect upon my future ministry...I will be a good minister even if I have to drop Church History this semester...my expectations for myself are way too high...learning self-care now rather than later is good...burnout is bad...etc...
Funny (or not so funny) story about Public Practice. Half the class is lecture, then the other half we meet in precept groups, each led by a clergy. There are six clergy representing 3 denominations: 2 each of Episcopal, UM, and Presbyterian. And there was one out of the six that I really didn't want to get. I mean....really didn't want to get. Ben didn't want this individual either -- we both had the same opinions about this person.
So they read the first two groups and then this person gets up to read the third group. First announced is the room name. And as soon as I heard it, I got this weird feeling that I would be in this person's group. So they continue alphabetically and once the "D"'s are past, Ben's feeling pretty relieved. And the end of the alphabet is nearing, and they had a lot of the end of the alphabet types, so I thought I was safe. Apparently not. I was definitely thinking some not-nice words. So this semester is going to be an interesting...challenge. And hopefully this individual's arrogance and left-field (I'm talking left-field for New England even) theology won't be too much of a problem.
On a more positive note, I got a surprise package in the mail this week. Green St. sent me a prayer shawl!!! I was extremely touched, and definitely almost cried in my room when I opened it. I miss my church family so much!
...5 classes plus working 10 hours a week is too much. So. I've dropped church history.
Greek is too much fun for me to drop. Old Testament is a great class, philosophy is necessary for me to take Systematic Theology next semester, and Public Practice is going to be a joke that I need to just get done as soon as I possibly can.
So Church History it is.
I just have to keep repeating to myself...I am not a failure for dropping a class...this does not reflect upon my future ministry...I will be a good minister even if I have to drop Church History this semester...my expectations for myself are way too high...learning self-care now rather than later is good...burnout is bad...etc...
Funny (or not so funny) story about Public Practice. Half the class is lecture, then the other half we meet in precept groups, each led by a clergy. There are six clergy representing 3 denominations: 2 each of Episcopal, UM, and Presbyterian. And there was one out of the six that I really didn't want to get. I mean....really didn't want to get. Ben didn't want this individual either -- we both had the same opinions about this person.
So they read the first two groups and then this person gets up to read the third group. First announced is the room name. And as soon as I heard it, I got this weird feeling that I would be in this person's group. So they continue alphabetically and once the "D"'s are past, Ben's feeling pretty relieved. And the end of the alphabet is nearing, and they had a lot of the end of the alphabet types, so I thought I was safe. Apparently not. I was definitely thinking some not-nice words. So this semester is going to be an interesting...challenge. And hopefully this individual's arrogance and left-field (I'm talking left-field for New England even) theology won't be too much of a problem.
On a more positive note, I got a surprise package in the mail this week. Green St. sent me a prayer shawl!!! I was extremely touched, and definitely almost cried in my room when I opened it. I miss my church family so much!