My friends call me “Professor”

I have reached another level in my carefully plotted strategy for world domination. I have agreed to teach three class periods in the seminary this fall. One hour on how to write research papers, and two on the historical background of the Free Lutheran conception of the pastoral ministry.

In what is tediously known as the Real World, of course, it’s not that big a deal. I don’t have faculty status. But I’ve always had great respect for academics (or I did until the field in general got turned into an exercise in political flacking). That’s probably one of the reasons I always resisted graduate study – until it became a necessity – I felt unworthy. Though I’ll admit it was mostly a matter of laziness, and finding school both boring and annoying.

It wasn’t a surprise. We’d discussed the idea before, and I’d done some preliminary preparation. But today it was confirmed, and the writing class is on the calendar.

For me, it’s kind of a big deal. I don’t think I’m cut out to be a teacher, but I do love lecturing. Pay attention to me!

8 thoughts on “My friends call me “Professor””

  1. “I don’t think I’m cut out to be a teacher, but I do love lecturing.”

    My home schooled kids would probably say the same of me.

    Good luck to you.

  2. Lars is no newbie to lecturing. About 15 years ago he presented a talk to a packed audience at my university, on the sagas. Afterwards he did a brisk business in selling copies of his books. Lars, any chance of a book table after your upcoming lectures? : )

      1. But there’s all kinds of opportunity to hear lines such as, “As you’d know if you’d read my book,” “In my book, I argue,” and “World-renown scholar PDQ said to me after reading my book.”

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