Boot Camp

As my days go on, I'm becoming increasingly convinced that the world is a lot smaller than we think it is. Today, while waiting on line to interview with a principal, I started talking with a guy who went to UNC Greensboro and was assigned to teach middle school science. He noticed my name tag and said that last summer he was in DC and he stayed a Catholic. Apparently, he worked in DC over the summer and lived in Opus, the dorm I lived in all summer while I was working in DC.  This guy and I lived in the same dorm for an entire summer, even though we didn't go to the same school and now we've both ended up in TFA Charlotte. What are the odds?
Switching gears a bit, my name tag also gets me the constant question of "So are you Catholic? Really? Are you practicing?" And, depending on the person, I'm getting very different results. Some people, I can tell are slightly put off by the idea that I'm Catholic. It's strange because I've never met people who are upset or uncomfortable with the fact that I'm Catholic. Never mind that I went to The Catholic University of America. And the thing is, I'm more of the "Catholic a-la-cart" type of religious. On the flip side, some people who ask me about my religion follow their question with "Well, I'm Catholic and its great to find someone else who is too. My parish priest wanted me to look at CUA." ....Typical.
It's only the end of day 2 and we've already logged more working hours than down time hours. Tonight, on the phone, my dad made a good point. He compared my TFA induction and institute to his OCS boot camp. It's something that you need to be mentally tough to be complete and you need to approach from a "one day at a time" point of view. One day at a time as opposed to six weeks or 42 days.