First Day

It’s been a long day. Got up early (I’ve become a morning person) and talked with Megan before going to my first class, Latin. I must say, I’m pleased with how often Megano and I have gotten to talk now that I’m 6 hours closer to her in time. Anyways, Felicity and I were early, which was a good thing too, for soon there were more students than there were seats at the table. When Maxwell-Stewart arrived, he didn’t bother with any introductions, but immediately launched into an explanation of the Nominative case in Latin. This is going to be quite a class. The man himself is formidable enough—tall, bald, always wearing a kilt—let alone the pace he’s set with the first day.

Following meetings, a field trip to the rare books room in the library, a break for lunch and a mostly successful grocery trip, was my next class: Research Skills. Another large class, all English PGs, and will take effort to stay present mentally at 3 in the afternoon. I never did like the practical side of scholarship, but it’s something I’ve got to learn if I’m going to do anything at all in this field. This class has quite a few people who’ve already got their masters degrees, so I feel rather small, and because of my time period, out of place. Dr Tom Jones said it quite accurately: “Well, those medievalists, they’re different from us. They have beards, smoke pipes, and talk about dragons and that sort of thing.”

I talked with Megan again after class which helped cheer me up a bit. I wanted to try Tesco again for a missing ingredient, but before I did I took up Piers Plowman and went down to Castle Sands. It was empty, and the tide was half in. I climbed up onto my ledge, read a little, and just sat, reveling in how incredibly blessed I am to have such a view. It started to rain, and I still needed to go to Tesco, so I got up to leave. As I was walking up the stairs, I turned just a little and stopped. Before me was a perfect rainbow, visible from one end of the arc to the other, complete in its red orange yellow green blue indigo violet, so close and solid that I could have walked across the waves to reach it. I stood there, being rained on and not caring, because there was God in the beauty of his promise, a brilliant reminder, “I am faithful,” even when I haven’t a clue what I’m doing.

I waited until half of the rainbow faded, took another step up the stairs, and the rainbow was gone. But for those eternal moments I had the most perfect view.