Finding a Voice

Most of the college students left last week. There were modular classes this week and the rest of the students will leave this weekend--probably today.

Grad was lovely. In some ways I was relieved to reach the end of the school year, in other ways, wistful. The summer will be full with working out details for my new responsibilities with student families while trying to write a thesis on the history of women at Briercrest; specifically, oral history. Note: Dr. Bruce Hindmarsh has written an interesting related article, which mentions both Annie Hillson and Isabel Whittaker who were, essentially, the founders of Briercrest.

My assistant, Phil, is officially done this week. He'll be returning to the States, looking for a church to work in down there. Then it will just be me in my office space in the H. Alvin Memory Centre (aka the dining hall building or the Whittaker building--nobody ever really calls it the H. Alvin Memory Centre, or even the Memory Centre). People ask if I get lonely over here. Not really. Extraverted as I am, I really like solitude and silence. Besides, it's summer and most days it's easy to walk from one building to the other. Fewer distractions over here.