Well. I haven’t written anything here in a little while. That’s not to say that nothing has happened in the past…two-ish months.
The routine settled in. Papers, scripts (for my playwriting course), and kanji had to be written, more urgently than blogposts. I had softball practice at both 6:30 and 18:30, depending on the day. I opened that stationary store at 8:45 twice a week and closed it on the weekends (there were plenty of mid-shifts, too). Then there’s the whole social-life thing (which I got much better) and keeping up with home and sleeping. Or maybe I let the blog slip because the new-car smell of college faded, replaced by the ever-present, pungent wafts of pot.
I don’t mean to sound whinny; I love 1,439 minutes out of the 1,440 I get at school every day. That’s just my lame excuse for why writing a blog got boxed out of the weekly plan: I got busy.
But my writing professor is insistent on “getting back on the horse” and “writing even if it’s been awhile.” In fact, in her rule book, I shouldn’t even be apologizing (to myself, or to whomever) for not writing [in this personal life-log]; I should just get back to it. To my great surprise, this little project still gets read a few times a day, despite its preoccupied writer’s absence.
So here’s to getting back on a horse.
I’m not even at school right now; the semester ended last week. I’m home for the holidays, planning on driving back to the Anthill in mid-January with two fellow Ohioans. Thanksgiving break has come and gone; basically I got off for five days in November, went back to class on December 1st, stressed about finals for 2.5 weeks, and then came back to the kitchen chair I’m sitting in now.
My question to Karen Lawrence, the president of SLC: what would happen if we moved the start of school to the beginning of August, or three weeks earlier, and have the semester end just before Thanksgiving, spanning the holiday break from Thanksgiving to just after New Year? In a more realistic proposal I would expand upon the beneficial outcomes of this adjustment, but something tells me that there are more interesting things I could discuss…
I suppose some interesting things happened in October, November, and December…
I joined the DIII softball team! I love the team for the sport, which is good for my quick-twitch sense of athleticism…so I’ve been told. The coaches are strict but fun, and my teammates are down to earth and outside of my typical circles of friends from class. This past fall the NCAA allowed us five weeks of practice and one game; we almost won against Yeshiva University. Apparently we’ve drastically improved from last year. Practice season starts up in February.
Maybe I’ll be an anthropologist when I grow up; I’ve really enjoyed a semester of sitting around talking about cultures. Then again, there are four areas (archeological, cultural [the focus of my current course], linguistic, and physical) of study for the field…all of which are, while interesting, potentially/maybe/likely/sort of/I-dunno-but-for-the-sake-of-the-argument unemployable. I recently got the “you’re gonna have to figure out what to do with your life in the near future” lecture. I’m not gonna let it get to my head too much at this very moment, as I do the type-and-delete-type-and-delete cycle for all my expansions on the subject. Time for a new paragraph.
My neighbor and friend Marinoff and I recently got $5 tickets to the Broadway play This is Our Youth, starring Tavi Gevinson, Kieran Culkin, and Michael Cera (thank you www.studentrush.org), after which we got selfies with all three actors. I stood three and a half feet from Ewan McGregor and Maggie Gyllenhaal on 43rd street after seeing a rehearsal of The Real Thing and passed “Big Boo” from Orange is the New Black in Chelsea, but now I have photos to prove the encounter happened; the one with Paulie Bleaker got some serious appreciation on Facebook.
NYC is still great. My impersonation of the accent is getting better. New Yorkers have asked me where I was from, saying that my accent is “weird.” My friends from Essex, England and Derry, Ireland get that more, of course, but it’s still true that I am a New Yorker in training.
Finals? They happened.
Midterms? They didn’t happen. Such is normal at Hipster College.
Retail is busy in December, but now I wrap gifts pretty well.
I have a new found appreciation for trains, subways, and buses. I think of them fondly as I drive around in suburb-city.
I’m gonna miss my former roommate, who has chosen to transfer out. But I don’t get a room to myself; I get to room with one of my best friends at Hipster College (which is even better). Boston isn’t far away though; maybe I’ll save up for a bus ticket and a weekend get-away, where I know I have both a couch on-which to sleep and/or a dorm room floor on-which to crash.
I don’t know if I’m really different; college hasn’t changed me so quickly, methinks.