The Mirror
After a month of sobriety Thursday was my day of celebration, a turning point to new vistas; at least that is what I had hoped. The best laid plans of mice and men, eh? Suffice it to say that my dear and ever sober brother had to come to my aid at three in the morning, again. I fell off the wagon, I fell off the wagon hard. The old proverb of fortune favoring the fool seems to have held true in my case; ha, apparently I am a very great fool indeed. The consequences to my actions could have dire, very dire; however, the fates shined upon my brow and I was spared, aside from some mild liver damage.
What, then, is the up shot of this entire debacle? Well, a few days before I had come to an epiphany; brought on, no doubt, by the aforementioned sobriety. This epiphany is, that after five years, I am ready to return to the world of academia. The shadows in the back of my mind laugh with unchecked ridicule. This, after knowing what my sister has had to fight through for the last 4 years. Granted, she took a rather large bite, what with the whole playing at La Popessa (I use the term as in Pontif, from the Latin meaning bridge builder) of gender studies at a Catholic university. She is much braver than I, I would never have attempted such a feat for fear of the repercussions. In attempting to unify the dignity of the female gender of antiquity with that of the modern age she suffered attacks I simply could not accept. Yet, here she is eighteen months from her doctorate in philosophy of 18th century English literature and all I feel is unbridled pride in what she has done. Did I have anything to do with the last four years of her life? Not really, but she is my eldest sibling and she has always been an example to me. She has said, multiple times, that I possess such amazing skills. If she could only understand that it is her uniqueness that I am in awe of. So due to my sister's stellar example and my own period of reflection I have decided to apply for graduate study in the social sciences.
What, then, is the up shot of this entire debacle? Well, a few days before I had come to an epiphany; brought on, no doubt, by the aforementioned sobriety. This epiphany is, that after five years, I am ready to return to the world of academia. The shadows in the back of my mind laugh with unchecked ridicule. This, after knowing what my sister has had to fight through for the last 4 years. Granted, she took a rather large bite, what with the whole playing at La Popessa (I use the term as in Pontif, from the Latin meaning bridge builder) of gender studies at a Catholic university. She is much braver than I, I would never have attempted such a feat for fear of the repercussions. In attempting to unify the dignity of the female gender of antiquity with that of the modern age she suffered attacks I simply could not accept. Yet, here she is eighteen months from her doctorate in philosophy of 18th century English literature and all I feel is unbridled pride in what she has done. Did I have anything to do with the last four years of her life? Not really, but she is my eldest sibling and she has always been an example to me. She has said, multiple times, that I possess such amazing skills. If she could only understand that it is her uniqueness that I am in awe of. So due to my sister's stellar example and my own period of reflection I have decided to apply for graduate study in the social sciences.