I’ve finally home! After Nutcracker, then dance finals, then academic finals (aka writing papers till I drop), then a lovely weekend at Butler, then taking dance resumé photos in Cleveland (story for later), then a flight through Atlanta to Richmond (as per usual), and I finally made it home to my sisters and parents and rabbits and so on. And my comfy bed. Cannot forget about that, no no no.
More and more I envy those students who can drive home. Airlines don’t offer direct flights from Indianapolis to Richmond, so I’m always connecting through Atlanta, Cleveland, Charlotte, Chicago. Next thing you know, I’ll be going through a really out-of-the-way city like Santa Fe.
This is the first time in over a year I haven’t been in school. I entered junior year, with the personal decision to prep for my TA position over winter break by reading the first half of The Sound and the Fury. I came out of the class loving the book, but that first attempt at understanding William Faulkner’s take on “a tale told by an idiot” stands in my memory as one of the more frustrating things I’ve done.
Then spring semester of junior year. Then the first few weeks of summer, where I tried desperately to catch up on the BSI reading I knew I had to finish before starting BSI. Then BSI. Then early work for an English independent study. Then this fall began.
Where did all that time go? Into writing papers, suggests the list above, but also into dancing and learning what constitutes stereochemistry and cutting out paper snowflakes with my roommates and baking banana bread…
Good memories, good memories (BCC at Block Party)
The last year and a half were exceedingly busy, but I wouldn’t trade any of my experiences. Well, maybe a foot injury here or there, yet events have an uncanny way of sorting themselves out in the end.
It’s so so good to be home. Also, to write in sentence fragments because this won’t be graded.
