Graduation Day

The month has passed and three of us survived the four-week program. The Jesuit novices will stay an additional week of study, but there are many that are staying the full eight weeks. Another group of students arrive in another week. Bendiciones to them.

The program director and her husband took me out for lunch afterwards. I'm staying an extra night as it saves the community two hundred dollars in airfare. I'd love to be back in Boston, but there are tornado warnings in the western part of Massachusetts so my trip might have been delayed anyways. At least this way, I can pack and read and take one last long walk around the lake this evening.

For a whole month, no one has said my name. I'm called Padre and the bishop is El Obispo. He is a good kind man.

The class, though intensive, was not overly intensive. It was not a whole immersion experience, but we had plenty of opportunities to try out our new language. It went at a rather good pace and I had plenty of pastoral experiences.

In the last week of class, at my suggestion, we reviewed all possible verb tenses so that we see all the various form and their rules. It was a whirlwind, but one that I think will be profitable. Now, I'll have to watch univision so that I keep up what I have learned.

It is all good.