we want you to throw paper at us!
YESTERDAY: 4pm-12:30am
And so, one week after graduation, I, like a champ, am working on my final paper of my undergrad experience at the big BH (which is the way I have started referring to Bauhaus because right now, at this very second, I am way into adding big to the beginning of places I like. Gig Harbor, for example, is lovingly referred to as the Big Gig...but maybe that's just because it rhymes). And I have no complaints. I have gained a lot from transplanting myself from Boise to Seattle. It was a good choice, and that this was the most difficult year of my life won't change that.
So, los hermanos y los padres were here last week. It's always good to see them, and for the first time I cried to see them go. It's scarier now to be alone.
After trying to talk myself out of it for around four hours, I just trekked to bimbos to get a dinner, which I needed, but didn't want to pay for. But Elisa showed up, and that along with the burrito make me remember all the times I've sat at these tables and laughed, worked, and thought about things that really mattered. I've learned how to think here. And it's provided endless opportunities to relax and laugh. Although, tonight, Elisa has been insanely goofy and we just spent the last hour throwing paper notes at the barista from the second floor. It culminated with an Atonement Elisa found in one of the encyclopedias (volume J). She had been hoping that the note was a love letter, which it wasn't, and began editing it to make it a love letter. I suggested she should also cross out and modify the words. She did the most amazingly funny job, and if I knew how to scan and paste it in here, I would. Using her shoelace, we dangled it over the edge and Bryan read it, laughing. I hope he isn't creeped out by how ridiculous we're acting. But this crazy giggle phase is what the elisa-molly duo do best.
TODAY: 1pm -6pm
Day two! And making progress just as to be expected. Yesterday I finished an intensely detailed outline which makes writing the paper much easier. I made thirteen bean soup this morning from scratch and it is good.
A more meaningful reflection on my graduation can't occur until a) I get a real job or b) next september when I would traditionally be going back to school. Right now it still just feels like summer.
So elisa and james showed up to Bauhaus just after the paper got finished. It's a good one. About race and identity and whether or not racial identities should take precedent as they currently do in the united states (this is for my latin american philosophy class).
I am on my way to being ok. About to make a plan. Understanding that it all takes time, and I have time, so it will turn out. Strangers still make me happy. But I'm starting to miss the familiar faces that I have had to turn away in the last couple of months. Dreams are fading in a less tragic way, and sleeping with the window open has helped. More will be said when I have a place to live for the next two months. But, for now, I can reflect on the fact that Elisa and I were totally called hoes last night by the barista.
el fin.
And so, one week after graduation, I, like a champ, am working on my final paper of my undergrad experience at the big BH (which is the way I have started referring to Bauhaus because right now, at this very second, I am way into adding big to the beginning of places I like. Gig Harbor, for example, is lovingly referred to as the Big Gig...but maybe that's just because it rhymes). And I have no complaints. I have gained a lot from transplanting myself from Boise to Seattle. It was a good choice, and that this was the most difficult year of my life won't change that.
So, los hermanos y los padres were here last week. It's always good to see them, and for the first time I cried to see them go. It's scarier now to be alone.
After trying to talk myself out of it for around four hours, I just trekked to bimbos to get a dinner, which I needed, but didn't want to pay for. But Elisa showed up, and that along with the burrito make me remember all the times I've sat at these tables and laughed, worked, and thought about things that really mattered. I've learned how to think here. And it's provided endless opportunities to relax and laugh. Although, tonight, Elisa has been insanely goofy and we just spent the last hour throwing paper notes at the barista from the second floor. It culminated with an Atonement Elisa found in one of the encyclopedias (volume J). She had been hoping that the note was a love letter, which it wasn't, and began editing it to make it a love letter. I suggested she should also cross out and modify the words. She did the most amazingly funny job, and if I knew how to scan and paste it in here, I would. Using her shoelace, we dangled it over the edge and Bryan read it, laughing. I hope he isn't creeped out by how ridiculous we're acting. But this crazy giggle phase is what the elisa-molly duo do best.
TODAY: 1pm -6pm
Day two! And making progress just as to be expected. Yesterday I finished an intensely detailed outline which makes writing the paper much easier. I made thirteen bean soup this morning from scratch and it is good.
A more meaningful reflection on my graduation can't occur until a) I get a real job or b) next september when I would traditionally be going back to school. Right now it still just feels like summer.
So elisa and james showed up to Bauhaus just after the paper got finished. It's a good one. About race and identity and whether or not racial identities should take precedent as they currently do in the united states (this is for my latin american philosophy class).
I am on my way to being ok. About to make a plan. Understanding that it all takes time, and I have time, so it will turn out. Strangers still make me happy. But I'm starting to miss the familiar faces that I have had to turn away in the last couple of months. Dreams are fading in a less tragic way, and sleeping with the window open has helped. More will be said when I have a place to live for the next two months. But, for now, I can reflect on the fact that Elisa and I were totally called hoes last night by the barista.
el fin.