Friday, September 28, 2007

"Freedom of Expression"

My feet wait there listening, and when
they dislike what happens they begin
to press on the floor. They know when
it is time to walk out on a program. Pretty soon
they are moving, and as the program fades
you can hear the sound of my feet on gravel.

If you have feet with standards, you too
may be reminded - you need not
accept what's given. You gamblers,
pimps, braggarts, oppressive people: -
"Not here," my feet are saying, "no thanks;
let me out of this."And I'm gone.

-William Stafford
The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems

Friday, September 14, 2007

I have arrived...

Greetings from New Jersey!

First things first: you're getting this e-mail because you either told me you wanted to receive my updates from graduate school, or because I thought you might want to receive my updates from graduate school. If either of these are not true, let me know and I'll take you off the list, no hard feelings. Alternatively, if you know someone I know and you think they might appreciate getting them, please feel free to forward it.

Sorry to slow you down...

After a semi-grueling 3,007 mile drive by myself across the country, I have arrived at Princeton Theological Seminary! I am very torn between excitement, fear, nervousness, and eagerness. We had the first two scheduled orientation events this evening....a worship service, which was perfect because God used it to speak so powerfully to me as I sat in the chapel for the first time as a student, and a picnic with the faculty and administration, which was yummy. I saw the other Westmont grad who is an entering student this year, had dinner with her and a couple of her friends, and then proceeded to unload my very, very, very full car into my very, very, very large room. I was fortunate enough to get into my first choice dorm, which is also the most popular and have now moved all my stuff in. It's still in a pile in the middle of the floor, but it's in. =)

My new blog can be found at MastersOfEspresso.blogspot.com. I'll hopefully be updating it frequently with the musings of what it means to be in grad school....and other stuff too!

Sorry this is short, but I am exhausted. I'll write more later...promise. In the meantime, I would appreciate prayers for adjusting to a new place, a new culture, and a new climate all away from everything that's familiar to me, as well as new friends and floormates that I want to build relationships with.

Thanks, and love you all!
Megan