I went to public schools through the eighth grade, but for high school, my parents sent me kicking and screaming to an all-boys Jesuit (Catholic) High School. I grew to love the place, but leaving my old friends was tough (I’m pretty sure that’s what my parents had in mind. It worked, by the way).
So, one cool thing about going to a school run by priests and nuns is that you get to know a few priests and nuns. They’re interesting people.
This one particular nun really enjoy teaching testosterone-filled young men (redundant, as I suppose all high schools are chuck full ‘o hormones). Prior to arriving at my school, she had been locked away in a monastery for the last decade. No communication with the outside world. No newspaper. No phone. No television. no radio. No nothing, other than the other nuns, of course.
The sequestered way of life seemed insane to me because in my youth, I was so wrapped up in the news cycle and current events that I couldn’t imagine spending a decade without the news. News is “important,” right?
I asked her once, “what if something important happened, how would you know?”
She said that “if anything important happened, someone in the town would walk up the hill, knock on the door, and explain what was going on. And, that never happened.”
Basically, this nun survived a decade without one bit of news. Not one TV show. Nothing. How could she NOT know “what’s going on?”
Well, I now understand where this nun was coming from because I also no longer watch the news (as best I’m able). It’s taken me over 30 years to get there, but I’ve arrived. No, I’m not being some smug elitist that “only reads books”, I’m just saying that for me personally, the news cycle is not uplifting. I’m happier without it.
Now for the hypocrisy, of sorts. It brings me great joy to bring you some happy news. Continue Reading