Can you hear this?
Um. Well. The plan was to not write until I had some manner of success to report, something along the lines of my ideal job with a salary of a fafillion dollars, moving into an apartment on Park Avenue, something like that. However, since I am now a month out of college and my spectacular effortless success seems to be taking its time about getting here, I am settling for sending out this general reassurance to my somewhat abridged friends-list that I am both alive and still interested in hearing from you. My only victories in the last month have been domestic or virtual (level61bloodelfpaladinwhoseRLhouseisnotincompletedisarrayWHAT?), but I'm starting with the effort thing for real when I get back home, and I'll have something to do with my days soon.
Oh. To those of you who are still matriculating at Vassar: Using my paradigm skill in "It's ok when I do it," I have rethought my fairly unforgiving stance about visiting Vassar next year. I believe there are (and am attempting to formulate) classy ways to be on campus more often than I previously thought was graceful or acceptable, and am thinking that if I ply people with wine and the occasional baked good, there are still places I can be quietly suffered.
Here's hoping as much is well with as many of you as can be reasonably expected.
Oh. To those of you who are still matriculating at Vassar: Using my paradigm skill in "It's ok when I do it," I have rethought my fairly unforgiving stance about visiting Vassar next year. I believe there are (and am attempting to formulate) classy ways to be on campus more often than I previously thought was graceful or acceptable, and am thinking that if I ply people with wine and the occasional baked good, there are still places I can be quietly suffered.
Here's hoping as much is well with as many of you as can be reasonably expected.