no stranger
I am no stranger to irony. Irony are the wonderful little things that remind me how wonderful the world is in all of its mysterious contradiction. I am never at a loss of amazement at how simple and complex the world can be all at the same time. Today for instance, I was looking for room 348 in the building where I have all of my classes. I walked into 348B because it was the first room that I saw, the teacher was familiar. So I sat down just as the teacher began to take attendance. That's when she said, "Welcome to Publishing." No way, I thought. Publishing? I thought the room was 348? Oh well, the post-numeric "B" must have meant that it was a completely different room. (I knew that it was the wrong room but I did not take the time to look for the right one. I just kind of let it flow.) So the teacher goes through roll and adds me to the list! How ironic? Here I am heavy into working out a publishing internship, considering changing my major and/or minor, and I just happen to randomly walk into a publishing class. I would be lying if I said that it was easy to keep from laughing through out the period. After class ended, I ran right up to my counselor and changed my minor to Tech. Writing (the closest thing to declaring a Publishing minor were one available). Oh yea, and while I am sitting in class, a friend of mine walked in. Lost, completely random, she wasn't even on the right floor. Oh well, I can't discern any meaning there but it's all the same. I got the message. Now I have to hound my 2/2 reference to write a letter to the internship head so I can get on with my internship plans. Today was definitely a "stop and smell the flowers" day. When I finally walked out of the building, I didn't even make it 200 feet before I erupted into laughter. Good, deep laughter. It felt good and the reason felt even better.
...and I couldn't help but laugh.