oh David Huddle.
I survived my first class. It was fairly painless. In fact, it was rather enjoyable. I have my own mailbox and cubby hole. There is a lounge just for grad students where I am now, eating my ramen noodle and orange soda lunch. A second year is sitting in the couches to my left and hasn't said a word to me. Perhaps it is because he is reading a book of poetry and it appears like I am working on something Very Important. He probably is working on something Very Important and I am here updating my LJ. Dear Lord.
Anyway, I like it. David Huddle is my tutorial leader. He is older and kindly and tall. He also has these kick ass big plastic frame glass. He looks super distinguished. We did nothing but read out loud and discuss what we read. It was like story time, but the stories were fantastic and every had amazing, wonderful things to contribute to the conversation.
Still no job. A little depressing. Not depressed, though, which is a good thing. I often have people over at my place or we go out for cheap, terrible beers at a place called Lew's. The name is all the description you need to understand what goes on at Lew's.
I'm really afraid of this poetry class that starts at 1:00. It's a lit course so I won't have to write poetry (though I have been writing terrible poems all summer, for whatever reason). I am afraid that my silly little exultations of word choice are not going to cut it here. Alas. Such is.
To quote Peggy from Mad Men, "I am in a very good place right now."
Anyway, I like it. David Huddle is my tutorial leader. He is older and kindly and tall. He also has these kick ass big plastic frame glass. He looks super distinguished. We did nothing but read out loud and discuss what we read. It was like story time, but the stories were fantastic and every had amazing, wonderful things to contribute to the conversation.
Still no job. A little depressing. Not depressed, though, which is a good thing. I often have people over at my place or we go out for cheap, terrible beers at a place called Lew's. The name is all the description you need to understand what goes on at Lew's.
I'm really afraid of this poetry class that starts at 1:00. It's a lit course so I won't have to write poetry (though I have been writing terrible poems all summer, for whatever reason). I am afraid that my silly little exultations of word choice are not going to cut it here. Alas. Such is.
To quote Peggy from Mad Men, "I am in a very good place right now."