Spring Open Campus
It's one of those days that makes people feel like getting through the New England winter was worth it: the sun is shining, it's warm with a cool breeze, and there are more birds and flowers than show up on most greeting cards. It's an absolutely perfect day for Spring Open Campus.
I'm a senior now, with less than three full weeks of classes left in my undergraduate career. The Red Class, the class of 2008. Now there are red balloons from almost every lamppost, to invite the class of 2012 to join in the identity of a year and a traditional color here.
It's the kind of thing that makes you consider your own mortality. I am going to be replaced. I am going to be forgotten. And that's okay. It's healthy and it's right; I'm leaving this particular world. It's been a great four years, obviously not without its freakouts and fuckups, but I can look back and say I made the right choice in coming here. I'm hoping that ferocious Wellesley alum network everyone talks about will actually work for me in the future, as I still don't have a job, but I'll work on that when I'm out of Pensacola again.
But today's not about me, it's about them. I've been told that I'll be playing host to two prospies, i.e. prospective students, but given the fluidity of last-minute arrivals and cancellations, that may change. After they show up, I'm to take them to dinner, the timing of which is strange to me and skews my schedule. I've been told that they'll be off doing pre-planned things for most of the evening; there's a fair of campus organizations (which I'm manning a table at) and a concert later on (which I'm also playing in.) That goes until 11, officially, which means it'll be 1 in the morning before we get out of there if we stay to watch all the acts.
I'm a little at a loss as to what to do with the prospies after that; they'll be hopped up on sugar, likely, and probably exhausted. I may, against all rules, get them a little drunk. It seems like a good night for rum-and-Cokes. And probably a movie if they're not too tired; I have a lot of films, so there's probably something for everyone. Of course, they may just want to shower and pass out.
God, I hope they brought their own sleeping bags. The air mattress won't hold two of them, and I'm not about to give one of them the mattress and make the other feel like she's not as important or whatever.
I should go cut some daffodils for my room. They're growing absolutely everywhere, and it makes me really happy to see all the flashes of yellow and white and green in places that for months have been a wash of brown and grey. This would mean getting my vase back from the girl who's got it now. It should be an interesting exchange, considering that her friends borrowed it from me and she and I have never actually spoken except in passing. "Hey, so. You know that clear glass vase your friends gave you flowers in? Yeah, that's mine. And I need it back." Good luck me. In all likelihood, she'll be a sweetie about it.
Today’s Quote: "Dougal, how did you get into the church in the first place? Was it, like, 'collect 12 crisp packets and become a priest?'" - Ted, "Father Ted"
Random Thought for Today: Prospies!
current mood:
Curious
current music: Pieces of the Night - Gin Blossoms
I'm a senior now, with less than three full weeks of classes left in my undergraduate career. The Red Class, the class of 2008. Now there are red balloons from almost every lamppost, to invite the class of 2012 to join in the identity of a year and a traditional color here.
It's the kind of thing that makes you consider your own mortality. I am going to be replaced. I am going to be forgotten. And that's okay. It's healthy and it's right; I'm leaving this particular world. It's been a great four years, obviously not without its freakouts and fuckups, but I can look back and say I made the right choice in coming here. I'm hoping that ferocious Wellesley alum network everyone talks about will actually work for me in the future, as I still don't have a job, but I'll work on that when I'm out of Pensacola again.
But today's not about me, it's about them. I've been told that I'll be playing host to two prospies, i.e. prospective students, but given the fluidity of last-minute arrivals and cancellations, that may change. After they show up, I'm to take them to dinner, the timing of which is strange to me and skews my schedule. I've been told that they'll be off doing pre-planned things for most of the evening; there's a fair of campus organizations (which I'm manning a table at) and a concert later on (which I'm also playing in.) That goes until 11, officially, which means it'll be 1 in the morning before we get out of there if we stay to watch all the acts.
I'm a little at a loss as to what to do with the prospies after that; they'll be hopped up on sugar, likely, and probably exhausted. I may, against all rules, get them a little drunk. It seems like a good night for rum-and-Cokes. And probably a movie if they're not too tired; I have a lot of films, so there's probably something for everyone. Of course, they may just want to shower and pass out.
God, I hope they brought their own sleeping bags. The air mattress won't hold two of them, and I'm not about to give one of them the mattress and make the other feel like she's not as important or whatever.
I should go cut some daffodils for my room. They're growing absolutely everywhere, and it makes me really happy to see all the flashes of yellow and white and green in places that for months have been a wash of brown and grey. This would mean getting my vase back from the girl who's got it now. It should be an interesting exchange, considering that her friends borrowed it from me and she and I have never actually spoken except in passing. "Hey, so. You know that clear glass vase your friends gave you flowers in? Yeah, that's mine. And I need it back." Good luck me. In all likelihood, she'll be a sweetie about it.
Today’s Quote: "Dougal, how did you get into the church in the first place? Was it, like, 'collect 12 crisp packets and become a priest?'" - Ted, "Father Ted"
Random Thought for Today: Prospies!
current mood:
Curious
current music: Pieces of the Night - Gin Blossoms