Orienting

So, orientation. A fundamentally disorienting experience. So, I'm at this reception this evening for postgraduate (read: graduate) research student and I am talking to this group of physics students about what I am doing and mention that I have a Master of Divinity degree. One of the women asks me if I read tea leaves, and I reply (quite wittily) that I did in the U.S., but that I am not licensed to do so in the U.K. She then asks if I can tell fortunes from the stars, and I say (again, quite wittily) that I normally can, but not in Edinburgh, because it is too cloudy. Then I realize that she actually believes that my previous degree is in DIVINATION, not divinity. Funny.