It was no joke, really. I started my doctoral journey today, working on some prerequisite courses in the M Div program that will prepare me for the doctoral work. We met at 6pm to find reams of forms to fill out, tests to take, interviews to record.
One test had 567 questions! Of course, they were True False, so you moved through them quickly. They warned us not to think hard about them. Just respond what you first think and move on. Say to yourself, "Normal behavior." That gave me permission not to be concerned with the outcome, just be myself, which is, of course, what they are looking for.
One of the promised results is that the counsellors who evaluate the exams will be able to tell us what denomination we have a proclivity for. That should be interesting. Especially since I have never identified with any particular denomination. I was raised mostly Presbyterian, though my Dad attended a Christian and Missionary Alliance school, as did my Mom. He had a community church for awhile before he settled into his Presbyterianism, and has been rather disappointed in my not connecting wholeheartedly with that.
So maybe the joke part comes later. For tonight, I dutifully fill in the little circles with my sharp No. 2 pencil, and grin at the silliness of some of them. No, I have never killed my mother, done drugs, or been an alcoholic. I do not think someone is chasing me, or have an inferiority complex. Tough work, studying theology.
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