I am a lay person, it's true. My lack of focus or my lack of ability to adhere to related topics, my typing errors, and my sometimes over-zealous "editorial" style writing on this blog are examples of my lay limitation playing out.
So then I got to thinking what exactly is a "lay person," where does laity end? In each industry those who consider themselves professionals will refer to the general public as lay, insomuch as they do not know the jargon to understand something written or spoken in technical terms. But when one's future profession is in education, and one's future is to be spent on the grounds of a university, at what point is one no longer a lay person in that profession -- at what point is one a scholar?
I think I will know when I get there. It might be my third or my fifth year but I'll know. I may not get a letter from the school, but I'll throw myself a party anyway. Instead of kegs and bottled beer I suppose I'll have to have wine or something, and call it a soiree.
Professor Widebottom: This party is off da hook!
Professor Girdlekins: Fo shizzy!
For some reason I like thinking about anything that exemplifies any of those names that we give things that defy classification or to systems that pull in different directions: androgeny, ambivalence, ambiguity, dichotomy. I think I am experiencing all of those in some area of my life right now. I like to complicate things.