(Photographs by Lee Pellegrini)
Friday, 5:00 p.m.听
On an afternoon in early spring, 33 students sat in silence on a yellow school bus taking them from 涩里番下载 to an 80-acre property in the woods of Dover, Massachusetts, 12 miles west of Gasson Tower. There, in a former family mansion turned Dominican Priory that is now 涩里番下载鈥檚 Connors Family Retreat and Conference Center, they would spend a weekend participating in the 88th rendition of a retreat called Halftime. Started by the University in 2001, Halftime asks undergraduate students to set aside friends, textbooks, Netflix, and cellphones (most of the time) and focus鈥攆or 45 hours鈥攐n who they are and who they want to be.
鈥淗alftime isn鈥檛 an adrenaline rush. Halftime is a plate of broccoli,鈥� says Michael Sacco, director of the Center for Student Formation, the office within the Division of University Mission and Ministry that runs the retreat. 鈥淲hat Halftime offers,鈥� says Sacco, 鈥渋s a chance for students to slow down, to really pay attention to their talents and desires, and to break down the pressures they feel about the future.鈥� Today鈥檚 average 18-to-33-year-old American, according to research published in the science journal听PLOS One, checks his or her phone 85 times a day, an investment of approximately five hours. 鈥淭his generation wants and needs formally carved out time to disconnect and make meaning of their lives,鈥� says Sacco.
Brian Kusior 鈥�19 (in glasses) and Sofia Ribeiro 鈥�18, before a panel.
Halftime鈥檚 origins trace to 1999, when the Indianapolis-based Lilly Endowment offered to help liberal arts colleges and universities launch programs for students to 鈥渆xamine the relationship between their faith and vocational choices.鈥� A team of some 20 涩里番下载 faculty and administrators, led by Joseph Appleyard, SJ, 鈥�53, Ph.L.鈥�58, H鈥�12, then vice president for the division of University Mission and Ministry (founded in 1998), drafted a proposal that would fund ministry internships; run monthly seminars to educate faculty and staff on the University鈥檚 Jesuit, Catholic mission; and host retreats at which faculty would speak to students about decisive moments in their own lives and so lead students to consider life decisions they had made and still needed to make. Lilly granted the University $2 million. The internships and seminars ended within a decade. Halftime, however, lives on. Originally intended for students during the summer between sophomore and junior year鈥攈ence Halftime鈥攖he retreat now takes place at least twice each semester and is open to all undergraduates. More than 700 faculty and staff have participated to date, along with some 4,000 students.
The students on the bus looked out the windows, earbuds in place, perhaps enduring what Student Formation staff鈥攎any not a great deal older than the students鈥攃all FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) on a weekend鈥檚 worth of campus life. Two registered students never made it to the bus or responded to queries from retreat staff. As frequently happens with overbooked students, a few others had cancelled, to instead attend a popular annual dance competition.
Of those on the bus, nearly half had already participated in one or more of the dozen other Mission and Ministry programs on the 涩里番下载 retreat circuit鈥攊ncluding 48 Hours (to help freshmen make the transition to college) and Kairos (an exploration of Christian faith). Some had what Sacco calls the 鈥渞etreat bug.鈥� Others told me they hoped Halftime might help them choose a major, or decide on a career. Few students in the schools of management or nursing attend Halftime. 鈥淲e mostly attract humanities majors, students who don鈥檛 have clearly scripted paths ahead of them, and want to find a path,鈥� says Sacco.
Brian Kusior 鈥�19, a soft-spoken, bespectacled music major from upstate New York, told me he was most looking forward to escaping for two days from his 鈥渃haotic鈥� nine-man suite. All students at Dover would be upgrading from a twin bed to a queen, from a busy campus to a sprawling, 50,000-square-foot country house in a setting of snow-covered lawns, groves of trees, and a stone-walled garden designed in 1902 by Frederick Law Olmstead and Calvert Vaux.
Nzinga Moore 鈥�17 (with scarf) leads a small group discussion in the main parlor.
Halftime is a strongly choreographed dance of conversation, silence, attending, performance, walks in the woods, and meditation, and is centrally designed to foster 鈥渧ocational discernment,鈥� says Sacco. Directed by a carefully selected faculty or staff emcee, and assisted, as needed, by the staff from the Center for Student Formation, student, faculty, and staff participants explore 鈥淭hree Key Questions鈥� that were conceived by theology professor and award-winning teacher Fr. Michael Himes. What brings me joy? What am I good at? Who does the world need me to be? They also consider the 鈥淭hree Be鈥檚 of Jesuit Education,鈥� devised by Appleyard. Be attentive, be reflective, be loving. Students participate in 15 meetings over the course of the retreat: 10 plenary, and five within assigned groups of four or five students who are guided by junior and senior students, or leads, one for each group. Each group鈥攖here were seven at this Halftime retreat鈥攁lso includes a faculty or staff member, referred to as a sweep. (The lingo of leads and sweeps comes from hiking.) The lead, says Sacco, 鈥渉acks away the brush, decides where the group goes, asks the questions鈥� (Who in your life challenges you to be a better version of yourself? What prevents you from giving more of yourself to others?). The sweep is a 鈥渨isdom figure who hikes in the back in case someone twists an ankle or needs company while they walk at a slower pace.鈥� Both sweeps and leads serve as volunteers.
Sweeps speak in the small groups, offering encouragement or their own stories when they feel it appropriate. Sometimes they break silences that have grown too long. They also present two panel discussions. They are invited to take part in the retreat by Student Formation staff. Many are repeat visitors. The leads, half of whom are former participants, have trained for two months with Student Formation staff. In addition to working with the small groups, each will speak at one of the plenary meetings, telling a rehearsed eight-minute story of moments of decision in their young lives.
6 p.m.
Students, leads, and sweeps first gathered in their small groups at a dinner in a brightly lit basement dining hall. The conversations around eight oval tables were interrupted by Andrew Basler 鈥�12, MA鈥�18, a graduate assistant within Student Formation, who called the room to attention by striking a copper Tibetan singing bowl with a wood mallet.
Basler told students to expect three levels of conversation at Halftime: 鈥淢illion-Dollar Staircase Small Talk,鈥� a reference to a popular nickname for the Higgins Stairs on which students passing one another exchange brief greetings; the 鈥淗illside Caf茅 Conversation,鈥� deeper but still guarded because others are in earshot; and the 鈥淒orm Room Heart-to-heart,鈥� an open and penetrating exchange. 鈥淲e want you to be in levels two and three throughout Halftime,鈥� he told them. Kerry Cronin 鈥�87, Ph.D.鈥�15, a Center for Student Formation fellow and a popular theology instructor, has been the emcee of nine Halftime retreats. 鈥淪tudents begin the experience hesitant,鈥� she told me. 鈥淲e鈥檙e disrupting them, discomfiting them. We鈥檙e pulling them away from the superficial, shallow way culture pushes them to think about themselves.鈥�
The small student groups became acquainted over chicken quesadillas, Spanish rice, and chocolate chip cookies. The group I joined for the weekend stuck to kibitzing about the generally un-admired housing lottery, the听Gilmore Girls听reboot, and a rumor about a secret tunnel between Gasson and Devlin Hall (in reality, a crawl space containing electrical lines and steam pipes). Four hours later, following three retreat meetings, they鈥檇 be sharing personal histories.
The bowl chimed and we regrouped in what had been the estate鈥檚 main parlor, base camp for the weekend鈥檚 talks. Thirty-eight feet long and 24 feet wide, the room offers maple floors, oak paneling, framed 19th-century maps, three arched French double doors that lead to a terrace, a fireplace wide enough for a hibernating grizzly, and bookshelves packed with reminders of the house鈥檚 years as a priory (collections of the ecclesiastical journal听Angelicum, a Depression-era source of canon law commentary, and of听Review for Religious, published by the Missouri Province Jesuits). The students sat across three rows of portable chairs, while sweeps and Student Formation staff filled wing chairs against the back wall, and Sacco, who attends almost every Halftime, leaned back in a floral-patterned couch against an expansive bay window, out of the eye range of students or faculty and staff, his usual post.
Mary Troxell during her "What brings me joy?" talk on Friday night.
7:40 p.m.
Mary Troxell, an animated middle-aged woman who teaches German idealism in the philosophy department, introduced herself as Halftime 88鈥檚 emcee. She wore jeans, a half-zip fleece, and small hoop earrings. Her amber hair was bobbed. Leaning forward with her hands cupped on the dark-wood lectern in front of the fireplace, she looked like the director of a well-managed summer camp.
She began by posing the first of the Himesian questions: 鈥淲hat brings me joy?鈥� Troxell grew up, she told the students, in subsidized housing in unincorporated Pompano Highlands, Florida (she maintains a glimmer of an accent). 鈥淓mbarrassed鈥� by her family鈥檚 circumstances, she concocted an 鈥渆scape plan鈥� when she was in middle school: Earn top grades, then a lucrative job, and never return. But as an ambitious undergraduate studying long hours in the library at Amherst College in the late 1980s, Troxell developed a routine. She鈥檇 step away from her assigned reading every so often, pick a book at random from the library shelves, read for 15 minutes, then return to her work. 鈥淚 fell in love with the life of the mind,鈥� she told the crowd in the parlor. 鈥淭hat feeling of joy has served as a north star throughout my life.鈥� As she would reveal the following day in her 鈥淏e Reflective鈥� talk, it would take her years to make good on what she learned about herself as an undergraduate.
Basler then flicked off the lights, and after a few moments Halftime鈥檚 guiding spirit appeared on a projection screen on a tripod at the front of the room. Michael Himes, a priest of the Archdiocese of Brooklyn, is a short, round man in large eyeglasses. In this video, now 16 years old, he is in his early 50s and dressed in a gray wool blazer over a burgundy V-neck sweater over a white shirt and gold necktie. While a Brooklyn native, his accent wobbles back and forth between outerborough and something nearly but not quite British. Over the course of the weekend, he will introduce the 鈥淭hree Key Questions鈥� in brief videos, beginning with joy.
Himes first distinguishes joy from happiness. The latter can change moment to moment, because happiness is based on many external factors, including 鈥渨hether breakfast agrees with me.鈥� Joy, however, is a 鈥渟ense of the genuine rightness of the way in which one lives one鈥檚 life.鈥� How do you know what brings you joy? Ask yourself, 鈥淲hat excites you? What are your passions? What are your obsessions?鈥� (Himes pronounces it听obzessions.) We also shouldn鈥檛 conflate joy and satisfaction. Paraphrasing Augustine, Himes says, 鈥淛oy is the delight one takes in being dissatisfied,鈥� in constantly 鈥渟tretching oneself.鈥� Himes looks into the camera and says, 鈥淭here would be nothing, nothing worse than to come to the end of one鈥檚 life, certainly one鈥檚 professional life, look back upon it and say,听On the whole, it was dull.鈥�
Sunday breakfast in the basement dining hall.
Himes began delivering his thoughts on the 鈥淭hree Key Questions鈥� when he taught at Notre Dame in the 1990s. Burt Howell, a long-time member of the Mission and Ministry staff and a principal designer of Halftime, recruited him for the videos in 2001, just after Himes arrived at 涩里番下载. Howell booked a television studio in Cambridge for four days but, he recalls, Himes delivered three 鈥淢ichael Jordan鈥� level takes without rehearsal on day one.
Along with Himes鈥檚 avuncular charm, the video offers unselfconscious public-access production values鈥攁 jaunty ukulele cover of 鈥淪omewhere over the Rainbow鈥�; camera lights that reflect off the top of Himes鈥檚 balding head and large hexagonal eyeglasses. And then there are the green-screen 鈥渟pecial effects鈥濃�攚aterfalls, spider-webs, tornados of words swirling around Himes in rainbow-colored Microsoft WordArt鈥攁nd the anachronisms, as Himes bemoans students 鈥渨ho walk about with their Walkmen.鈥�
But against the dated backdrop, Himes delivers a pointed, serious, and nondenominational homily that continues to touch students. Vocation is about more than career, he says. It also encompasses the vitality and purpose of one鈥檚 relationships, community involvement, selflessness. He concludes, 鈥淭he only time your vocation is settled is when you are perfectly settled. And that will probably happen about a quarter of an hour after they seal the casket.鈥�
9:15 p.m.
Everyone returned from their small group discussions. As students took their seats in the parlor, the seven sweeps faced them in the front, seated with their backs to the fireplace. Most held 鈥渟ymbols of discernment,鈥� objects they鈥檇 been asked to bring that tied to moments when they were required to make important life decisions.
The objects were: a journal with a red and white polka dot cover, a bound undergraduate thesis from 1988 entitled 鈥淭he Workers and Their World,鈥� a lime green Beanie Babies frog, a mop, a red toy motorcycle, an 鈥淚 Voted鈥� sticker, and a ballpoint pen marked with the 涩里番下载 seal. Holding these objects, the faculty and staff sweeps鈥攁ges 27 to 70鈥攍ooked like the world鈥檚 least likely improv comedy troupe.
Brian Robinette, holding his mop, on his year as a janitor: "The complete bodily investment in what I was doing allowed the deeper senses of what I wanted to do to come to fruition."
From left to right (Sacco deliberately ordered them based on the subjects of their talks), they were assistant director of the Women鈥檚 Center Rachel DiBella, MSW鈥�14, a cerebral, warm, careful speaker who looked no older than the senior leads; University provost David Quigley, a historian who would soon thread his presentation with lines from Whitman, Dorothy Day, and Dostoyevsky; residential life assistant director Dorrie Siqueiros, MA鈥�09, in a zip-up sweater vest, who came to the University as the resident director of Voute and Gabelli halls in 2009; director of capital planning and engineering Bill Tibbs, a tall, 60-ish African-American with a prodigious mustache, who joined 涩里番下载 in 2008; associate professor of theology Brian Robinette, graced with a curly, professorial mullet, who has taught Christian theology at 涩里番下载 since 2012; PULSE program assistant Joane Etienne, a young Haitian-American in purple-framed glasses who more than any other sweep seemed to treat the students as peers; and finance professor Robert Taggart, a grandfatherly storyteller and purveyor of self-deprecating one-liners who has taught in the Carroll School since 1989. Weeks earlier, Sacco had emailed them this prompt: 鈥淭hink of a moment in your life when you had enough courage to make a tough decision, and despite doubts, fears, and pressure, it was the best decision for you. Find something you can hold in your hand to symbolize that time.鈥� As Kerry Cronin told me, 鈥淪tudents, especially sophomores, feel like so many aspects of their lives鈥攆riendships, family, career鈥攈ang in the balance. They are听craving听for adults to open up about moments in their lives when they weren鈥檛 sure if it would all work out.鈥�
Bill Tibbs, for whom this was a first Halftime retreat, recounted the day he told his mother he was gay. He was 37, and had been living with his partner (now husband) for 15 years. He鈥檇 decided to tell her while on a visit to her home outside Washington, D.C. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 tell her during breakfast, or during her soap operas, or during lunch, or during her game shows,鈥� he said. When he finally spoke at the living-room sofa before dinner, his mother answered, 鈥淚 know. I was just waiting until you were ready and felt comfortable enough to tell me.鈥� Soon after, he began to tell coworkers. 鈥淭o live a whole life, you have to bring your whole self,鈥� he said.
Joane Etienne, the youngest sweep, also on her first Halftime retreat, talked about finding herself pregnant at age 17, soon after she had split up with the baby鈥檚 father, her boyfriend. Her parents were devastated. (鈥淟ooking back, [it was] probably not the best idea to break the news on my dad鈥檚 birthday.鈥�) She graduated from high school on time, and then gave birth to her child. Her parents eventually made peace, and helped raise her son while she attended the University of Massachusetts in Boston. In her hands she cupped a toy motorcycle. 鈥淭here鈥檚 nothing my son loves more than motorcycles and cars,鈥� she said. As she told her story, she leaned back and rubbed her bulbous stomach; her second child was due in less than three weeks. In the back row, sitting with staff, her husband wiped away tears with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. (Elias Etienne was born on April 10.)
Robinette, another first-timer, held a floor mop. After studying literature at Belmont University, an ecumenical Christian college in Nashville, Robinette worked at an advertising agency, preparing for a management position and feeling 鈥渕iserable鈥� over what, for him, was unfulfilling work. One day he told his wife that he planned to leave the agency. 鈥淭here鈥檚 still a dispute about whether she threw the lamp or it dropped,鈥� he added. Either way, the wedding gift shattered as she yelled, 鈥淚 guess we won鈥檛 be needing nice things!鈥� The Indiana native thought a year of physical labor might give him the time to consider his future. He started calling churches, asking if they needed a janitor. An Episcopal church hired him. His favorite task was mopping floors on Friday afternoons, when the halls were empty. 鈥淭he rhythm of my entire body, the sound of swishing, the satisfaction in the clean floor.鈥�
A male student asked, What went through your head as you mopped?
Nothing, said Robinette. That was the point. 鈥淭he complete bodily investment in what I was doing allowed the deeper senses of what I wanted to do to come to fruition.鈥� At the end of the year he applied to master鈥檚 programs in theology. He earned his doctorate at Notre Dame in 2003.
Robinette鈥檚 story seemed to resonate strongly with the students, many of whom were no doubt contemplating corporate careers and perhaps wondering how their souls would find nourishment in the executive suite. For the remainder of the retreat, students sought out Robinette in free moments, asking him about courses he would be teaching and whether he thought they should take a year away from studies before beginning graduate school.
鈥淭he secret of Halftime is that it鈥檚 as much for faculty and staff鈥檚 benefit as it is for the students,鈥� Sacco said. Undergraduates 鈥渂ifurcate their social and academic lives.鈥� During Halftime, faculty glimpse some of the social pressures and stresses endured by 鈥渢he sharp, scholarly students they see in their classrooms.鈥� Many faculty sweeps admit the experience has made them more empathetic in their teaching. By the same token, as faculty reveal themselves, 鈥渟tudents see them more as humans.鈥� One male student said to me, 鈥淚t鈥檚 comforting to know faculty members were just as lost as us back in their day.鈥�
After briefly sharing their own symbols of discernment within their small groups, most students retired for the night; a handful made popcorn in the snack room or played Monopoly in the game room until after midnight.
Bill Tibbs (right) in conversation with his small group in the Garden Terrace Room.
For the first two-thirds of the 20th century, the undergraduate men of 涩里番下载 attended annual, mandatory, three-day retreats on campus, most often in St. Mary鈥檚 Hall, the Jesuit residence. A typical day鈥檚 schedule: Mass, instruction, rosary, instruction, benediction, instruction. Typical instruction resembled that proffered by professor of logic Ignatius W. Cox, SJ, at the senior retreat of 1927. As reported in the听Heights, Cox posed his own Three Questions: 鈥淲here did I come from? What am I doing here? Whither am I going?鈥� Upon these 鈥渞est our eternal salvation, contrast[ed] with the pagan denial of God and future life.鈥�
In November 1965, a month before the close of the Second Vatican Council, the University dropped the retreat requirement. George Drury, SJ, director of 鈥渟tudent personnel services,鈥� issued a statement saying the University was confident that the curriculum sufficiently cultivated students鈥� 鈥渟piritual growth.鈥� For the next 25 years, students attended sporadic, voluntary retreats.
Then retreat culture bloomed in American Catholic educational institutions. In 1993, Mission and Ministry鈥檚 First-Year Experience office began 48Hours, a retreat to help 鈥渆ase the transition鈥� for freshmen from high school to college. Between 600 and 1,100 first-year students continue to participate each year. Around the same time, Kairos retreats began to proliferate in Jesuit high schools across the country. Centered on three days of peer-led conversation about 鈥渦nderstanding God鈥檚 role鈥� in one鈥檚 life, Kairos is now a graduation requirement at many Jesuit high schools. In April 1997, Kelly Muldoon 鈥�99, a studio art major, organized the first Kairos retreat at 涩里番下载. Today Campus Ministry sponsors a dozen Kairos retreats a year, each attended by some 60 students.
Campus Ministry hosts six other faith-based retreats, variously focused on such topics as 鈥淕od鈥檚 unconditional love,鈥� the Ignatian听Spiritual Exercises, Lent, and issues related to freshman and senior life. Other retreats, begun by the Center for Student Formation, focus on race, on sexual orientation, and, through programs such as the Freshmen League (for men) and Ascend (for women), on the freshman experience.
Undergraduate sign-ups for a retreat of some kind total 3,000 annually, with 250 in Halftime alone. Students, says Sacco in reference to Halftime and other retreats that are not explicitly religious, 鈥渃urate, edit, and manipulate their online selves continuously. Retreats tap into their desire to explore their authentic selves. They also simply want a chance to withdraw for a few days.鈥�
Saturday, 10:00 a.m.听
The Pavlovian bowl chimed, and Halftime 88 participants shuffled from the breakfast buffet to the main parlor. Fr. Himes greeted us from the projection screen and addressed question two: What am I good at? It鈥檚 not enough for a vocation to bring joy, says Himes, we must also excel at it. 鈥淪ay there鈥檚 absolutely nothing I enjoy more than chopping off the top of a skull and getting my fingers into the old gray stuff.鈥� As he says this, Himes dips his hands into a cartoon brain. 鈥淏ut if all of my patients end up听veg-e-tables, that鈥檚 a very good indication that I am not a brain surgeon by vocation.鈥� To discern our talents, 鈥渨e must have a genuine openness to other people鈥檚 suggestions; they are better than us at discerning what we鈥檙e good at.鈥�
Students journal in the main parlor.
Afterward, students sprawled out on the parlor鈥檚 Oriental rug for the first of two silent journaling sessions. Some doodled, others reflected on what they鈥檇 heard from faculty and staff presenters: 鈥淵our monastery is in your heart鈥� (Robinette, quoting his spiritual mentor). 鈥淭he way forward is often by going back to your past self鈥� (David Quigley). 鈥淎ll wisdom comes through suffering, and no man willingly becomes wise鈥� (Troxell, quoting Aeschylus). 鈥淒on鈥檛 judge your insides by other people鈥檚 outsides鈥� (Troxell, quoting her mother).
Basler鈥檚 bowl rang, signaling an afternoon of free time. A few students approached sweeps for one-on-one conversations in two of the first-floor parlors. Others walked through the snowy woods to the Charles River. Eight sat on the staircase beside the main entrance, extending their small-group discussions. The rest continued to journal, or returned to their rooms.
6:00 p.m.
Back in the main parlor, Troxell delivered her most moving speech of the weekend. When she graduated from Amherst in 1988, she said, she had a degree in English and philosophy, identified herself as a 鈥淢arxist feminist,鈥� and accepted a job at a bank. 鈥淚f I was reflective I would have realized I didn鈥檛 belong in finance,鈥� she said. A year or so into her role as a loan officer, a sickly older man entered her office. He lived in public housing, and was dying, he said, and he wanted a $200 loan. He wanted the money to buy a suit in which he could be buried. Troxell couldn鈥檛 help鈥攖he minimum loan was $3,000, and she feared she鈥檇 be fired if she wrote him a personal check and sent him away. She spent two hours with the man, calling local nonprofits to see if they could assist, with no luck. When the man left, Troxell鈥檚 manager berated her for wasting the bank鈥檚 time. 鈥淭hat鈥檚 when I gave up on becoming a Marxist feminist banker.鈥�
But she stayed at the bank, for five years. 鈥淚 began to think that鈥檚 what it meant to be a grownup: to dread your job every day.鈥� She imagined her soul as a skyscraper, once aglow from ground to spire, a few windows going dark every day, ever dimming. (This metaphor struck students, who would bring it up later in the weekend. 鈥淪o vivid, so visual, so horrifying,鈥� one young woman said.)
鈥淚鈥檝e never felt older in my life than I did when I was 26,鈥� said Troxell. It was at that point, nearly five years into the job, that a friend asked her,听Who the hell are you?
Troxell鈥檚 parents balked when she told them she had applied to doctoral programs in philosophy. 鈥淲hen you鈥檙e 13 and you disagree with your parents,鈥� she said, 鈥測our parents are right almost 100 percent of the time. But when you get to your twenties, it flips. But the moral here isn鈥檛 don鈥檛 be a banker. The moral is take the time to realize what鈥檚 right for you.鈥�
The students returned to their groups to spend an hour talking about what was right for them.
Joane Etienne and University provost David Quigley, during the "200 words" panel discussion.
Saturday, 7:40 p.m.听
After dinner, the sweeps again sat with their backs to the fireplace. They were more relaxed than they had been the night before. Tonight their job was merely to recite a passage of less than 200 words that had at some point inspired or comforted them. Rachel DiBella read a Derek Walcott poem she recites for students in crisis: 鈥淵ou will love again the stranger who was your self. / Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart / to itself, to the stranger who has loved you.鈥� Robinette referenced a passage in Thomas Merton鈥檚听Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander听that began, 鈥淎t the center of our being is a point of nothingness which is untouched by sin and by illusion.鈥� He reflected, 鈥淚n the project of forging a self we鈥檙e pressured to believe our true self is a kind of thing, or a particular role. But we鈥檒l feel a sense of restlessness with this belief, until we deeply relax in the central mystery of just听being听anything at all.鈥�
Dorrie Siqueiros offered seven words: 鈥淰enti Iced Americano with Sugar Free Vanilla,鈥� her Starbucks order. At least once a week she meets close friends for coffee at 6:00 a.m. 鈥淭he older you get, the busier you get, the harder it is to make friends,鈥� Siqueiros told the students.
Saturday, 9:00 p.m.听
The students gathered in the chapel for a 鈥渃onversation partners鈥� activity. They sat in concentric circles, each student facing another, each holding 10 personal photographs they鈥檇 brought to the retreat. For an hour, a student lead called out prompts every five minutes:听If you could relive any of these moments, which one would it be and why? Which photo represents what you value most in life? What would you change about a certain photo?
Meanwhile, sweeps and Student Formation staff gathered in a parlor on the second floor. They sat in lounge chairs and on sofas, drinking craft beer, pinot noir, or vodka-tonics, paying no attention to the March Madness game on the television, talking and joking. Some batted ideas for reshaping the theology core, bolstering the Women鈥檚 Center, and renaming course titles to attract Millennials. When the last of us shuffled to our rooms shortly after 1:00 a.m., the halls were silent. Tonight the faculty outlasted the students.
Sunday, 10:00 a.m.听
Back in the parlor, Fr. Himes returned to pose the most difficult question of his triad: 鈥淲ho does the world need me to be?鈥�
Ellen Hill writes in her journal in the Connors Center鈥檚 chapel.
鈥淢any of us live our lives as if we were the stars of a motion picture in which we have the lead role,鈥� said Himes. At that, a trumpet blasted, and the title card for听Himes: The Movie听swept across the screen, trailing听Star Wars听graphics and music. 鈥淥ne of the most difficult things to do is to arrive at the wisdom which perceives other people as听other people, not simply as role players in my world.鈥� This wisdom is crucial because vocation is also a 鈥渟elf gift, a way of serving others,鈥� which Aquinas called the 鈥渃rown and summit of the whole of ethical life.鈥� Even if one is talented and finds joy in a certain role鈥攁n 鈥渆xtraordinarily accomplished shepherd,鈥� posited Himes鈥攊f that ambition doesn鈥檛 serve 鈥渢he needs of the community in which one finds oneself鈥� (say, New York City), then 鈥渋t鈥檚 not one鈥檚 vocation.鈥� A truly discerning person 鈥渓istens and responds to what people around you most desire, hope for, and require . . . even if our attempt to respond may not be appreciated.鈥�
He concludes: 鈥淥ur deepest and most fundamental vocation is to be a听yooman听being. By which I mean we are called to be as intelligent, as responsible, as free, as courageous, as imaginative, as loving as we can possibly be.鈥�
Reflecting on the challenges of this final question, Tabitha Joseph 鈥�17, a management, leadership, and music major from New Rochelle, New York, stood before the fireplace as a lead and said that during her first semester at 涩里番下载, when the professor in her business ethics seminar asked who might be interested in consulting after graduation, she was the only student not to raise a hand. I had watched Joseph rehearse her presentation a week earlier in front of the other leads. She had rushed and her voice had quivered. Now she slowly paced back and forth, locking onto the students with her large, brown eyes.
Joseph said that the day after she arrived on campus, her mother lost her job as a nurse鈥檚 aid. She babysat before class three mornings a week for two years and gave the earnings to her mother. Following her junior year, she interned at a global management consultancy. 鈥淓xcel spreadsheets didn鈥檛 bring me joy. But being able to buy 3D tickets to听Ice Age听for my little brother did.鈥� When the consultancy offered her a job, she hesitated; she鈥檇 much prefer to work for a nonprofit with a social justice mission. As she weighed her decision last October, a hurricane destroyed the houses of her grandmother and two aunts in Haiti.
An unnamed professor convinced Joseph that through the job she鈥檇 acquire the experience she鈥檇 need to succeed in other professional areas closer to her heart. In the meantime, Joseph intends to help provide for her mother and her extended family. 鈥淪igning the job offer didn鈥檛 quell my anxieties. But if this job can make me a more supportive daughter, sister, niece,听that听brings me joy, and for now, that鈥檚 what the world needs me to be.鈥�
11:15 a.m.听
We met in our small groups one last time, to reflect on what we鈥檇 take back to campus. In my group we learned that one student had called her parents the previous evening to say she was no longer sure she wanted to major in finance. It hadn鈥檛 gone well, she confessed, but she was relieved she鈥檇 had the conversation. Others said they planned to continue talking with faculty and staff sweeps, and to reach out to their professors about 鈥渄ecisions they faced at our age.鈥� Most of the 45 minutes, however, filled up with silence, as though the students were no longer occupied with the retreat but with all that awaited them when they returned in a few hours to what they thought of as their real lives. The lead jotted down phone numbers, saying she鈥檇 arrange a follow-up meeting back on campus.
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A door to an interior wall in the first-floor Dover Parlor, inscribed by students from past Halftime and Kairos retreats. Students now leave their mark on a poster board affixed to the wall.
On the surveys issued at the conclusion of each Halftime, 98 percent of participants report the retreat was 鈥渧ery much worth my time,鈥� and students consistently rate the sweeps鈥� symbol of discernment panel above all other weekend鈥檚 events. They say that Halftime has left them feeling 鈥渕ore balanced,鈥� that it helped them understand the error of making vocational decisions alone, that vocation means more than career, and that they feel more eager to reach out to faculty and staff. 鈥淚n the best case scenario,鈥� Burt Howell said, 鈥渁 student returns from Halftime feeling restless.鈥� Howell hopes that students seek out the conversation partners they met on Halftime; that they revisit the Himes questions on occasion.
But the truth is that while Howell and Sacco know of individual students who鈥檝e made prudent (and sometimes imprudent) changes in their lives as a consequence of the Halftime experience, they don鈥檛 know what long-term affect the weekend generally has. Like any other retreat, conference, exhibition, symposium, or course that a university designs for its students, Halftime is in the end a dense concentration of ideas, advice, associations, wisdom, jokes, turns of phrase, and stories from which students will draw what they want or need to know. It does not dismay Halftime鈥檚 leaders, as it does not dismay any seasoned educator, that they can鈥檛 know the results of their effort immediately or, in many cases, ever. What they can see from their perches at the edges of the Connors Center parlor is what transpires in the moment. And that鈥檚 enough for the moment.