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Oh the joys of being unemployed! I signed my final timecard for botht the library and Dr. Priest. Got a couple of references out of the deal, but yeah, I guess I really am almost done with this place. Two exams, a bit of packing, and the turning in of my mailbox key... and I'm GONE. I'm a bit disallusioned coming out of HC, but I honestly don't hate the place. I hate what they did to Sanders, and I hate the cliques, and I hate how it seems they want to take credit for every little thought and success of students and alumni. That sucks. But the profs I've had, the friends I've made, the cool gigs I've played at... the place has a couple redeeming bits. But again, enough with HC. I'm outta here. ~~~~ In high school, I asked my English teacher what she'd be if she had it to do over again. She said a horticulturist. At the time I was just bored and sitting in homeroom passing the time--didn't give much thought to the question or the answer. But now, happy but not elated with my decisions so far, and relatively unsure about the decisions yet to come, I wonder what I'd do if I were back in the shoes of 16-year-old-Em. Maybe a graphic arts program at a community college might have been the ticket. Eh, screw it. I'm 20, I've gone a hellava long way for 20, and I can still be anything I damn well please, certain limitations still applicable. Lamenting a perfectly good past is such a damn waste of time. ~~~~ A good friend pulled me aside after lunch and ask if we could talk. The woman he cherishes more than anything is back in his life. Long story, but he was so amazingly happy to be able to tell it. Just when I am perfectly content with love, somebody comes and shares a story that makes my perspective on the concept yet a smidge richer. And today, listening to this friend, I realized that it is because I love Liam that I understand. Post a comment in response: |
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