Sunday, October 28, 2012

A Love Letter to Harvard Divinity School

 Dear Harvard, I love your gates,


your stone buildings,



 and the venerable wooden doors of your Divinity School.


I love the Div School's balustrades and bannisters,


its colorful tiled floors gently worn down by generations of students and professors,


and windows that look like they came from a monastery.


I love that ivy grows outside and inside those windows.



I love the Div School library, with the most intriguing titles on the spines of books,


I love that the first Bible printed in North America was printed by you. In 1663. In Algonquin.


I love that the HDS library has various cozy chairs for curling up and studying in.




  I love that you are old and traditional...



but up-to-date and eco-sensitive, too:

 
I love that, when Lovely Daughter #2 goes anywhere now, she carries a bunch of flash cards with her and whips them out to study.


  

I love that I got to attend a class with her, where a tweed-clad professor lit our brains on fire. And I took notes like any student would.


It was as exciting to me as bungee-jumping off a bridge in New Zealand might be to somebody else.



It was like an answer to a prayer.


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