I am up early, trying to write a rough draft of my last seminary paper for my Lutheran Confessions class, before heading down to Spartanburg for the graduation ceremony for Spartanburg Methodist College. It will be the last time that both December and May graduates walk across the stage together. Our number of graduates has gotten too large for our venue, and in the future, we'll have a December graduation and a May graduation, and faculty will decide which one they attend.
SMC's graduation had already outgrown the on-campus facilities, so we use a local high school. And now, we're too big for that venue--what a wonderful problem to have, especially in this age of shrinking higher ed.
For a week where I didn't have regular classes to teach, I've been up and down I 26 more times than in a regular week: faculty workshops and the faculty/staff lunch, a trip down to Columbia to see grad school friends, graduation, and a new housing adventure (I'll blog more about that later). This morning, it's all feeling a bit surreal to me.
But I am also feeling fortunate. Last year, I was happy that my year-to-year teaching contract had been renewed for another year. This year, I am ecstatic that I have accepted a tenure track position at SMC. I'm still not sure what it all means for ordination in the years ahead. But I am delighted to be able to count on being employed by this school in a way that I hadn't before.
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