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Currently listening to: Alanis Morissette - "You Oughta Know"
Setting: Jessica's lab, biology building, reed college, portland, oregon; 2:40 AM
it's almost cold, but not really. Oregon is warming up. Or at least this part of it. Anyway, the scenario is a cute one (and I reserve that word for special occasions).
Jessica Griffith, senior at Reed College; her baby-- her thesis, that is-- is due in 36 hours and 17 minutes.
I'm sitting directly in front of her. All that separates us is her massive computer screen, my tiny computer screen, and the small band of papery space stretching on the lab desk we're sharing.
I am a first-year, a freshmeat. A soon-to-be-not-first-year. I am writing my last Humanities paper. There is so much symbolism that you could yank out of the situation at hand, but that's another story for another day.
Everyone at Reed College goes through Humanities 110 as a freshman. It is something we all share. It is the nonsundering entity we all cry through.
I will miss this course. I will miss running to lecture and perpetually getting the floor and stretching my neck to analyze the lecturer's facial expressions while he/she interests me to death or bores me to life. And the Saturday papers. Oh, Hum Saturdays.
Halfway through editing; I get up to stretch and dance around in circles. Possibly not the wisest choice given my equally (if not more-- yes, more, and we'll get to why in a second) distressed company. I say, "yay, halfway through editing!" and my dance is interrupted by a painful jut against my back.
Tracy, my wonderfully sparkly (brilliant) friend, has thrown a juggling bag at me. At my back. With exuberance. In her agony deriving from her necessity to complete 3 Linear Algebra problem sets within the next 12 or so hours.
I am so proud of everything, and of everyone. Yeah, Alanis, singit---
"We all had our reasons to be there,"
and we all have our reasons to be here, now.
Thank you for This. Gee golly wee-- it's 3 am and I've got a lot to do.
Setting: Jessica's lab, biology building, reed college, portland, oregon; 2:40 AM
it's almost cold, but not really. Oregon is warming up. Or at least this part of it. Anyway, the scenario is a cute one (and I reserve that word for special occasions).
Jessica Griffith, senior at Reed College; her baby-- her thesis, that is-- is due in 36 hours and 17 minutes.
I'm sitting directly in front of her. All that separates us is her massive computer screen, my tiny computer screen, and the small band of papery space stretching on the lab desk we're sharing.
I am a first-year, a freshmeat. A soon-to-be-not-first-year. I am writing my last Humanities paper. There is so much symbolism that you could yank out of the situation at hand, but that's another story for another day.
Everyone at Reed College goes through Humanities 110 as a freshman. It is something we all share. It is the nonsundering entity we all cry through.
I will miss this course. I will miss running to lecture and perpetually getting the floor and stretching my neck to analyze the lecturer's facial expressions while he/she interests me to death or bores me to life. And the Saturday papers. Oh, Hum Saturdays.
Halfway through editing; I get up to stretch and dance around in circles. Possibly not the wisest choice given my equally (if not more-- yes, more, and we'll get to why in a second) distressed company. I say, "yay, halfway through editing!" and my dance is interrupted by a painful jut against my back.
Tracy, my wonderfully sparkly (brilliant) friend, has thrown a juggling bag at me. At my back. With exuberance. In her agony deriving from her necessity to complete 3 Linear Algebra problem sets within the next 12 or so hours.
I am so proud of everything, and of everyone. Yeah, Alanis, singit---
"We all had our reasons to be there,"
and we all have our reasons to be here, now.
Thank you for This. Gee golly wee-- it's 3 am and I've got a lot to do.
Francesca contentedly consumes her coffee at 5:41:00 AM
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