About an hour ago I walked into my "The Worshipping Church" class and someone whispered, "That's her" as I walked by to my seat. A fellow from my class was pointing out the only female in his class to a student from the previous class. Such is to be expected though, I suppose, when one decides to go to seminary. There's not going to be an overabundance of women in most of the classes. Although I hear if a guy really wants to meet girls here, he takes a counselling course. Lots of girls to be found there!
The first thing Bruce said when he heard that I was in a class with all guys was, "Christine, you're going to get married!"
Please ... a man falls in love with a girl a few states over and he thinks everyone else should be in love. Isn't that right, Bruce?
As I was leaving the building, John David, the accomplished pianist in the class, walked beside me.
"Is this your first year?"
"mhmm. First semester."
"What's your name again?"
"Christine."
"Is that with a "ch" like Christine in Phantom of the Opera?"
leave it to a church musician to associate my name with a musical ...
Then on the way to my dorm I saw Jennifer from Accounting.
"Christine, Hi! You know every time I see you I want to call you Michelle. I don't know why?"
I don't either. Maybe it's the same reason my softball coach in college called me "Michelle" all season. "Okay, and Michelle, go out to left field!"
I never corrected him. It didn't seem important at the time.
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