This really happened.
My friend and I both had a wildly rough week, and I was excited to be able to hang out with her in what is possibly the most non-threatening environment there could possibly be: a craft fair at St. Michael's College.
We walked around for a ocuple of hours, bought a few things. I found this great present for my mom, whose birthday is in a couple of weeks, and as I was handing the crafter my card, we made small talk. "So," she said, noting my out-of-state card, "What are you doing up here?"
"I'm actually a graduate student here at St. Michel's right now."
She looked at me and cocked her head a little. "Honey, that's not possible." She leaned forward and whispered; "St. Michael's hasn't been open to students for five years."
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
WOAH!
It's been almost a year since I posted ANYthing!
Well, this is daunting. Where to start?...
Maybe it's sort of a chicken-shit thing to say, but I'm kind of glad it's taken me this long to write anything. The people who might have checked it once upon a time have probably all forgotten by now, and the people who may still see what's going on over in my little part of the world are 1) forgiving and 2) kind enough to allow me to do the rambling that I need to do.
Everything just seems so punctuated now with Facebook status updates, tweets (both of which I do, and how!) that it's signs and wonders how anyone feels listened-to or heard at all. Maybe we're all making up for it by having vivid inner lives. Or that's what I tell myself.
I'll be honest; my vivid inner life consists largely of colorful, sprawling fantasies in which my past mistakes are somehow made right. Not that I go back in time or anything (right? Because that would be NUTS!) but that all the loose ends I walked away from, all those burners that I left on somewhere find really complicated, intricate ways of resolving. And I know; this is really just a glorified way to hold on to the past and not have to deal with the present.
But dammit, I love my past. I have a great past. And maybe between a demanding full-time job, an infuriating graduate school career, and teaching a class, it's the one thing I feel like I still have a modicum of control over - the only part of my life that still feels like mine.
Or maybe I just miss my friend.
Don't worry; they won't all be this way.
Well, this is daunting. Where to start?...
Maybe it's sort of a chicken-shit thing to say, but I'm kind of glad it's taken me this long to write anything. The people who might have checked it once upon a time have probably all forgotten by now, and the people who may still see what's going on over in my little part of the world are 1) forgiving and 2) kind enough to allow me to do the rambling that I need to do.
Everything just seems so punctuated now with Facebook status updates, tweets (both of which I do, and how!) that it's signs and wonders how anyone feels listened-to or heard at all. Maybe we're all making up for it by having vivid inner lives. Or that's what I tell myself.
I'll be honest; my vivid inner life consists largely of colorful, sprawling fantasies in which my past mistakes are somehow made right. Not that I go back in time or anything (right? Because that would be NUTS!) but that all the loose ends I walked away from, all those burners that I left on somewhere find really complicated, intricate ways of resolving. And I know; this is really just a glorified way to hold on to the past and not have to deal with the present.
But dammit, I love my past. I have a great past. And maybe between a demanding full-time job, an infuriating graduate school career, and teaching a class, it's the one thing I feel like I still have a modicum of control over - the only part of my life that still feels like mine.
Or maybe I just miss my friend.
Don't worry; they won't all be this way.
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