Mar 30, 2006 17:15
And so March falls piece by piece into its place, and I will soon move on to April, a challenge, but a beautiful, complex picture from the other side.
The other day I went and watched airplanes fly. They spiraled, dove, glided and soared. In the sky they reminded me of a stencil I had a long time ago, and when they turned away I watched for the second when the plane was only a perfect fine line in the clouds. My face sunburned from looking up. I felt a childish joy in my heart for imagination and the human spirit. Perhaps it was hormones, perhaps it was love.
Davis said my thesis is one of the best he's seen. I don't think my face changed very much, but inside I think I sobbed a little with relief.
I am excited about law school. Virginia has brick colonial buildings and Arkansas has these worn hills that I have so fondly nestled into.
And so I have four days with which to think hard about what I want, scribble down the things I've seen, read, read, read everything else.
Tomorrow I am attending a formal, and I will be my own date.