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This has to be the hardest time of the year for being an lj-connected Purchase Alumni. Wait, I think I'm an Alumnae. Dammit, the resident Latin-knowing person is asleep.
Anyways, here I sit, in a fairly unchanging-at-the-moment life. And there, all over my Friends Page, are chirps of anxiety and glee and excitement as Freshmen begin their new lives, as upperclassmen look to a fresh new year. Even the growliest of the "Purchase sux!" peanut gallery seem cheerier, eager to see friends and try their new classes. Seniors gaze in horror at the prospect of their Senior Projects. Whatever they're imagining, the reality is worse. I researched, wrote, revised, illustrated, bound, and perfected like a demon. And I think they only gave me a B- for my finished work.
In my dreams, sometimes, I'm where they are now. Just starting a fresh year at Purchase. I'm always sad when I wake up, and the background babble of excited creative people dies away into my memories.
I wish I could go to Acadia this fall. I was just describing the pink stone and pine and sea isle to a friend, and . . . oh, I just want to be there. My skin wants to be pressed against those rocks, I want to climb the nubbles and cliffs and gaze out at the Atlantic. And eat fresh lobster, after.
Well, I might not be able to do a day's drive North, but I can definitely slip into some unexplored dimensions that nobody's using. Think I'll do that this week. Can the Doctor be In?
Anyways, here I sit, in a fairly unchanging-at-the-moment life. And there, all over my Friends Page, are chirps of anxiety and glee and excitement as Freshmen begin their new lives, as upperclassmen look to a fresh new year. Even the growliest of the "Purchase sux!" peanut gallery seem cheerier, eager to see friends and try their new classes. Seniors gaze in horror at the prospect of their Senior Projects. Whatever they're imagining, the reality is worse. I researched, wrote, revised, illustrated, bound, and perfected like a demon. And I think they only gave me a B- for my finished work.
In my dreams, sometimes, I'm where they are now. Just starting a fresh year at Purchase. I'm always sad when I wake up, and the background babble of excited creative people dies away into my memories.
I wish I could go to Acadia this fall. I was just describing the pink stone and pine and sea isle to a friend, and . . . oh, I just want to be there. My skin wants to be pressed against those rocks, I want to climb the nubbles and cliffs and gaze out at the Atlantic. And eat fresh lobster, after.
Well, I might not be able to do a day's drive North, but I can definitely slip into some unexplored dimensions that nobody's using. Think I'll do that this week. Can the Doctor be In?