Now announcing....

Sorry for the lack of blogging recently. Life has been chaotic. Possibly more on that later, but for now....
I'd like to announce my official Candidacy for the Priesthood in 2008/2009! It's official! I will, of course, be running on a solidly Democratic/Socialist/verging-into-Communist-without-the-strident-atheism-since-I'm-pretty-sold-on-the-whole-God-thing platform, and I would, as always appreciate your full support in the continuing campaign, since your help has been so important to me thus far. Financial contributions, especially, can be sent to my NYC address and are tax-deductible! :)
Yes, dear friends, the COM has decided that I can continue on to the next phase in this delightful Process of Ordination and become a Candidate. So now, I no longer can introduce myself like Maria von Trapp; I have a Hilary/Obama thing happening: "I'm Megan, Candidate for Holy Orders, and how are you?"
The interview actually was fun. And I can hardly believe I'm saying that. Considering that I can hardly remember the postulancy interview because I was so terrified, and everyone was so panicked because there was a rather large episcopal coup d'etat in the works, this was fabulous. The committee, many of whom are new to me in the last 2 years, were great, and really supportive, and had read my file, and LAUGHED AT MY JOKES. Even the bishop.
Note please that this last part is huge. Hence the caps. The LAUGHING AT MY JOKES. In case you haven't noticed, I tend to lean on sarcasm a great deal, possibly as a coping mechanism, but also just to give my mind something to do so it doesn't fall asleep. (other people enjoy sodoku? I've heard this.) The more I panic, the more coffee I consume, the worse it tends to get, and occasionally innocent people are frightened. (Ahem. Ethics Prof. Ahem.) I used to censor it out, but CPE did a number on my brain filter, and it hasn't been the same. The end result is that I said many many things in the Candidacy hearing that I NEVER would have said at Postulancy. I compared CPE to a heinous Bat Mitzvah but without the Hebrew. I said that I strongly suspected Jesus might live 24/7 at the soup kitchen where I worked. As I kept talking, I kept thinking that it was entirely possible that I was getting myself into really deep trouble. (You aren't supposed to say that a surprising number of well-educated people are insane, are you?) But I have to say that it was fun. And my moment of vindication came when one member of the committee asked me if I thought I was witty. I was completely confused, but he was laughing, and he said that he thought I was hilarious, and that this was the most enjoyable interview he'd had all day. I pointed out that I wasn't doing it on purpose, and he was perhaps confusing wit with a defense mechanism? But he thought that was funny too. Clearly, his PT training was lacking. (poor man.)
Anyway, I'm a candidate now. And apparently, a humorous one. Though my family didn't believe me when I told them that story. They do not believe me to be a funny person, or skilled in joke-telling at all. Sigh. Ah well, we shall write this up as another triumph of the Bow-Tie Club. Rock on, Sheep!