Into the Breach Once More
Tomorrow begins another semester here at Fordham University. This is a bittersweet realization, as it will be my last semester before heading off to regency, that period of Jesuit formation where we are engaged actively in an apostolate of the Society of Jesus. Next year at this time I will be immersed in teaching high school students. This is something of a bittersweet realization: for while I love studies and will miss terribly the friends I have made here in New York, I am extremely excited to live the "big boy" life of a working Jesuit. Indeed, I recall how formative the young Jesuits were for me when I was in high school and I can't help but get excited about having a similar formational influence on other young people.
The $1,000,000 question is, of course, "Where are you going to be next year?" There is still no decision on that, but be assured: as soon as I know, the world will know!
I spent some time the other day looking back at old blog posts. It does seem that when I am actively engaged and working with people, I blog more frequently. I think it is a consequence of my extroversion that I need a place to process, and my blog has provided that space. My e-Journal, so to speak. The life of studies forces me to extrovert into papers and presentations, leaving me tired and weary so that I don't update this site as often as I should like. But if my prediction holds true, I'll desperately need a place to sort out my experiences as a regent next year so, in just about seven months, this may be the best-updated blog on the internet!
That being said, I wanted to mention a bit on my marathon training. I know some would rather me talk about spiritual things but, as I have realized, this is my blog and I'll write about whatever I like! In ice and snow today, I did a 7-mile run forty seconds faster than I did it two weeks ago in 60-degree temperatures. This is after falling twice and sliding into traffic once! It's definitely progress. As I ran up an icy hill, I realized that I had inverted the phrase "hit and run" to be "Run and get hit." If the training doesn't kill me, I fear that some maniac driver will!
I'm going to go and watch the Golden Globes, but if I get the chance I'll put a few pictures up that were taken at a little performance I did on Friday here at Fordham.