Answer the following questions in true or false:
1) I play sports.
2) I love kittens.
3) I hate my family.
Please click for the answers!
Believe it or not, those types of questions were more or less what my psychological tests consisted of. If you are ever given the opportunity to volunteer for a psych exam, I would suggest eating the paper instead. It was roughly a 3 to 4 hour test, consisting of of a 500 questionnaire, picture interpretations, and an interview. It was exhausting but necessary. Afterward, I spent the day in the city with the Perdi brothers and impulsively bought "Apples to Apples" and attempted to ride the carousel. Matt was too scared.
After the psych exam was a period of waiting. The only comfort I had at the time was what Sean told me when my exam was first scheduled. "They wouldn't waste my time if they didn't see potential." Before you know it, they called me and had a plane ticket from SFO to Oregon for my interview. And that day was an amazing day.
My flight left around 7, so thus i had to wake up at 430 ish....gah just thinking about it. It was the first time flying by myself, so that in of itself was an experience. I felt professional and grown up (acting like you're not a newb really helps too) Arrived around 9 oclock, where i waited for Brother Francis. The coolest thing was that Bro. Francis is Bishop Weigand's actual brother!! Before we could leave, we had to wait for two other potential seminarians from Montana. During the wait, Bro. Francis and I just chopped it up, talking about the Sacramento diocese and about his brother.
When the two potentials arrived, I was surprised by the age difference. One of them, named Luke was currently in college in his mid 20's, and the other was Doug, who is in his 60's. The ride to mount angel was not as nerve racking as I thought, but it was nice talking to Luke and Doug about the policies in the Montana diocese. The shortage of priests there is also a sad reality many dioceses are facing today.
When we drove up the hill, I was amazed by the fact that I was there. "Lord, I can't believe I'm really here!" When we got out of the car, I thought I was late for my meeting. I was scheduled to be (or I imagined) at 11. I ran around the campus not knowing where to go, in fears of making a bad impression, I got lost but Fr. Liem, a very kind Vietnamese Benedictine Priest monk pointed me in the right direction.
Well, ill have to cut this short too, i have 5 o clock mass soon!!! Until next time!
Peace and Love,
Rence
UPDATE:
RAJ's Addition:
