it's all talk
11.14.2003
I don't know how I'm able to live life like this, but I'm giving it a try.
1. I registered for Spring semester a few days ago, and got the schedule of my dreams:
-Russian Politics
-Statistics
-A Matter of Life and Death: Fiction of the Soviet Era
-East Asian and Latin American Development
2. I'll also be in jazz orchestra full time, and continuing to work on vocals with Jay on a regular basis.
3. Tutoring weekly with ProLiteracy America.
4. Working on the Government Majors' Committee, again.
5. Joining Prof. Chernoff's Environmental Studies Certificate student committee.
6. Finishing my grant application with Connecticut Watershed, and beginning my policy research with Prof. Joyell.
7. Forming my lesson plans for Exploration 2004.
I'm going to New York tomorrow! Whee! ¶ 16:44
1. I registered for Spring semester a few days ago, and got the schedule of my dreams:
-Russian Politics
-Statistics
-A Matter of Life and Death: Fiction of the Soviet Era
-East Asian and Latin American Development
2. I'll also be in jazz orchestra full time, and continuing to work on vocals with Jay on a regular basis.
3. Tutoring weekly with ProLiteracy America.
4. Working on the Government Majors' Committee, again.
5. Joining Prof. Chernoff's Environmental Studies Certificate student committee.
6. Finishing my grant application with Connecticut Watershed, and beginning my policy research with Prof. Joyell.
7. Forming my lesson plans for Exploration 2004.
I'm going to New York tomorrow! Whee! ¶ 16:44
11.12.2003
A friend from a few years off posted the following away message on instant messenger today:
"Wait for the boy who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical..The kind of boy who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person. Wait for the boy who will be your best friend, the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time, no matter what the circumstances. Wait for the boy who makes you smile like no one else and when he smiles you know he needs you. Wait for the boy who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats & have no makeup on but appreciates it when you get dolled up for him & most of all wait for the boy who will put you at the center of his universe because that's where you belong."
The reading of this passage invoked much gagging on my part.
Leave it to that good old Wesleyan education to leave me tepid about the heteronormative and mysogynistic implications of her romantic dribble.
And I was going to write a lengthy post that would delve into social theory, life at Wesleyan, and why I've grown to hate returning to my hometown and confronting former classmates. The next logical step would then be to wonder at how a Wesleyan graduate can possibly function outside of this institution (when the social/cultural/racial/ethnic/sexual/gender/classist norms and assumptions and political correctness returns) without seeking solace in apathy.
But then I realized that I'm too apathetic to even begin to share these thoughts with you. ¶ 02:12
"Wait for the boy who pursues you, the one who will make an ordinary moment seem magical..The kind of boy who brings out the best in you and makes you want to be a better person. Wait for the boy who will be your best friend, the only person who will drop everything to be with you at any time, no matter what the circumstances. Wait for the boy who makes you smile like no one else and when he smiles you know he needs you. Wait for the boy who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats & have no makeup on but appreciates it when you get dolled up for him & most of all wait for the boy who will put you at the center of his universe because that's where you belong."
The reading of this passage invoked much gagging on my part.
Leave it to that good old Wesleyan education to leave me tepid about the heteronormative and mysogynistic implications of her romantic dribble.
And I was going to write a lengthy post that would delve into social theory, life at Wesleyan, and why I've grown to hate returning to my hometown and confronting former classmates. The next logical step would then be to wonder at how a Wesleyan graduate can possibly function outside of this institution (when the social/cultural/racial/ethnic/sexual/gender/classist norms and assumptions and political correctness returns) without seeking solace in apathy.
But then I realized that I'm too apathetic to even begin to share these thoughts with you. ¶ 02:12
