Tuesday, October 19 at 11:11 AM
I ran into one of my first year professors today. Professor Silano was already on the train as I got on at St. George station, and since he was engaged in what appeared to be a deep discussion with another professor, I decided not to interrupt. But he did look up when I got on, and I think I saw a look of recognition cross his face. I don't know if he did recognise me, but it's nice to think that he does remember me, that I made that much of an impression on him. Regardless, he certainly made an impression on me.

I really can't speak for everyone else, but I think it would be safe for me to say that most of us come to post-secondary institutions with many preconceived notions. I know that I did. This particular professor, more than any other, and the class he taught on Catholic Church history did a lot to help me carefully rethink many of the things that I had previously accepted blindly. Please don't get me wrong - this wasn't a losing my religion kind of rethinking. And perhaps even he didn't realise that the topics of discussion in his class were having such an effect on me. But they did.

I'm sure all of us, at one time or the other, have heard of the dangers of a university education, of the terrible things that happen to good Christian boys and girls who choose to venture so far from the fold. I've found the exact opposite to be true. If anything, I emerged from that class with a greater appreciation for what I've been given, eccentricities and all.

Losing My Religion
From the album Out of Time

Life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream