another suitcase, another hall...
Spent the weekend in Oregon, and what a weird trip.
The thing that I took away most is completely unrelated to the point of the trip, which was to visit OSU. The thing happened during dinner with the prospectives on Friday. We were discussing whether people in jail could run campaigns while in jail. Like, if I, while in jail, could run for president. A girl said no, because felons can't vote. They lose that privilege when they remove themselves from society by committing a crime.
That and the movie I watched on the flight out made me want to write a book. Since this is a public journal, though I can't imagine many people really read this anymore (hi Bri, lol), I won't say what the little.. analogy.. was. But oh, it would probably be a decent seller. And I don't know if I would feel like a good or a bad human being afterwards, but at least it would be honest.
Anyway. There were so few redeeming things about today. My celebratory burrito with Kevin was amazing, and I chatted it up with dear Felisa for quite some time while we lamented over her stolen hamper and whatnot during laundry excursions, but really, I don't know. The morning was beautiful. Warm and sunny, and we listened to an incredible Beethoven string quartet (op 132, mvt 3 perhaps...?? I forget..), and Brazilian class was lovely. But after that, when "real life" began, I can't say I was left with much hope or faith in society.
And I wish the flights to Florida hadn't just gotten astronomically high. So unfair!!
Tomorrow is a new day:)
I think the church light out my window just turned off. That was really sort of creepy..
The thing that I took away most is completely unrelated to the point of the trip, which was to visit OSU. The thing happened during dinner with the prospectives on Friday. We were discussing whether people in jail could run campaigns while in jail. Like, if I, while in jail, could run for president. A girl said no, because felons can't vote. They lose that privilege when they remove themselves from society by committing a crime.
That and the movie I watched on the flight out made me want to write a book. Since this is a public journal, though I can't imagine many people really read this anymore (hi Bri, lol), I won't say what the little.. analogy.. was. But oh, it would probably be a decent seller. And I don't know if I would feel like a good or a bad human being afterwards, but at least it would be honest.
Anyway. There were so few redeeming things about today. My celebratory burrito with Kevin was amazing, and I chatted it up with dear Felisa for quite some time while we lamented over her stolen hamper and whatnot during laundry excursions, but really, I don't know. The morning was beautiful. Warm and sunny, and we listened to an incredible Beethoven string quartet (op 132, mvt 3 perhaps...?? I forget..), and Brazilian class was lovely. But after that, when "real life" began, I can't say I was left with much hope or faith in society.
And I wish the flights to Florida hadn't just gotten astronomically high. So unfair!!
Tomorrow is a new day:)
I think the church light out my window just turned off. That was really sort of creepy..