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by Christopher Mudiappahpillai

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

R.E.M.

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