Saturday, February 26, 2011

Testing, Testing ...

It's been a very eventful week. Among interviews and various other reasons to freak out, we all got our ordination test results back.

Briefly: the central Church office provides a set of exams for anyone seeking ordination, which are available to all dioceses as a diagnostic. Some dioceses choose to use their own tests, but most use the "General Ordination Exams" (hereafter, GOE's) as a benchmark. Most bishops/committees do not automatically kick people out of process who fail, but ask folks to re-write any of the seven sections on which they did not get a satisfactory score.

And now, returning you to your regularly scheduled navel-gazing: I did really, really well on these tests. Like, almost-perfect-score well. Mostly, this is not a surprise. People kept telling me I would be fine, and I effectively taught myself ethics during Christmas break. The tests are essay-based, and I'm a good writer. My only lost point was docked for a pastoral car question about caring for a congregation after a suicide in town. Apparently I talked too much about my own experience with suicide loss. I call bullshit - someone was uncomfortable! that's how I was taught to do pastoral care! - but whatever. Getting the scores was pretty anti-climactic. No one cares if you do well on these things; no prizes await anyone, even if they had gotten a perfect score.

Now that the tests are done, I am left wondering -- what the hell was that?!? The ordination process has been so individualized so far that it's hard to figure how a "No Postulant Left Behind" test fits into it. Also, none of the questions asked for a statement of faith. All were academic theology questions. The ethics question literally asked us to argue both sides of an issue. Remember, when I DID bring my personal faith life to bear, I was penalized.

Larger issues, too, are at stake for me. When I worked in college admissions, I once went to a conference at Harvard where someone from the College Board, makers of the SAT I and SAT II, gave a presentation in which they demonstrated that your SAT I score correlates most closely with ... wait for it ... not your academic potential (duh), not your family income level ... and not even your racial/ethnic background ... but your parent's highest level of education. (Which obviously tends to correlate to other factors, like race, country of origin, income level, etc etc.)

These tests were originally introduced in order to predict how well students would do in college-level classes -- to provide a way to project future results. Instead, they map us back to the past, and provide a clear indicator that some kids are just plain better performers on these tests, through no real achievement of their own. The College Board wanted to leverage these to talk about what they could do to create (and market) a test that was more predictive of college success, but I walked away with what little faith I had in standardized testing pretty much destroyed.

So the questions multiply -- who gets to test us? On what? How much do my parent's JD's, my own superior college education, and my (seemingly innate) proclivity to read widely advantage me in this kind of testing situation? Does this kind of testing really make any sense in a process in which I have also been warned about sounding like I judge folks on their academic potential/achievement? (Uhm, hi, also, would you really say that to a man in this process?)

This week I drew a diagram showing how many of the jobs I am in the running for share family ties through a network of priests and their one-time assistants. I thought (and still think) that it represents a pretty funny set of coincidences, and they are all beloved partners in ministry already..... but this diagram also maps my own privilege out for me. I know plenty of highly qualified folks outside of this network -- what advantage do I have over them? How fair is it? What do I mean by "fair"?

Ultimately I conclude that what I have to be worried about in this process is my own present awareness of this privilege, and how I respond to and with it in the future. Can I convince a staid wealthy parish to start a racial reconciliation ministry? Can I talk people into running a tutoring program for under-resourced kids nearby? I still don't really know where my passions in ministry ultimately lead, but this is certainly a part of where they come from.

Side note: my navel is actually T-shaped. Hard to tell whether this is because I've always been a little on the chubster side, or if I have a unique belly button. No doctor has ever commented on it, but I think it's kind of goofy looking.

Monday, February 21, 2011

The Blog is Back, in Black

The problem with my hundred million resolutions to blog more is that my life is not really consistently that interesting. I have spurts of interesting stuff happen, and then days upon days where I'm mostly watching "Teen Mom 2" on the internet.

Don't knock it; it's pretty gripping television.

In any event, March is going to be one of those Interesting Times in the life of Kate. And as I walked down the block to get lunch (this being the first time I had left the house all day), I thought to myself, if companies can run those little pop-up stores whenever they have a new product line to bring out, why can't I have a pop-up blog, for when Interesting Times hit? And then, after that, I can return to the reality of my never keeping up a blog?

Moral of the story: I'm brilliant.

I will spend the first week of spring break on a "pilgrimage" to Canterbury, England. During this time, I am sure to have lots of Important Thoughts and Deep Feelings about my place as a soon-to-be-ordained person in the Anglican Communion.

I will spend the second week of spring break, hopefully, doing some more discernment about where, exactly, I am going to be living out that vocation. During this time, I am sure to have lots of Important Thoughts and Deep Feelings about my place as a soon-to-be-ordained person in the Anglican Communion.

After that, I will probably lose the blogging juice for several years.

You may ask, given that subject matter, what the deal with the title of the blog is. Well, it's a holdover from when I was a college admissions officer, and I hoped to record all my days for the purposes of an Arrested Development-style mockumentery TV series on the profession. And also I wanted to complain about how dumb high school students are. Although I've moved on in my life, I still think that most people applying to top tier colleges should be taking at least AB Calculus in their senior year of college. (I still maintain that that show would make at least as interesting a show a the trials and travails of suburban teen moms. Admit it, you would DVR that shit.)

Also, I'm about to ... select... a new job, new city, and new profession. Get it?

Also, I am lazy.

To new-ish beginning-agains!