I'm possibly the worst at keeping in touch ever. Mostly because I assume that people don't want to hear from me and then once I decide to work past that I'm stuck with how bad I am at this whole using language deal. We'll all ignore that for a bit. Meep meep meep.
Best beloveds, how are you? I'm holding it mostly together. School application essays are a drag, especially once you aren't 17 anymore. Who cares how my life has been changed by books? Can't we talk about how Tristam Shandy changed English literature instead? Who exactly should I claim as a personal hero? As I grow, I realize that most of my heroes are failures and wrecks, happy nothings or squandered somethings- not a comforting realization for me and doubtlessly less so for those used to receiving essays about a favourite great-aunt or MLK Jr. or Bono. I don't want to make claims about how a school is going to make me happy. I want to finish my degree. At this point, no institution is going to be my salvation and I'd be lying to say I really really want to go to any college that actually exists. (My ideal would be free of doubletalk and well-intentioned euphemism. It would always be early fall, weatherwise. The curriculum wouldn't be so ridiculously short-sighted and professors would remind lit students to read outside of class. And my favorite people would all be within a 15 minute walk of campus.) But I do want to go back so I guess I've got to suck it up and write something quickish.
Miss us.
Best beloveds, how are you? I'm holding it mostly together. School application essays are a drag, especially once you aren't 17 anymore. Who cares how my life has been changed by books? Can't we talk about how Tristam Shandy changed English literature instead? Who exactly should I claim as a personal hero? As I grow, I realize that most of my heroes are failures and wrecks, happy nothings or squandered somethings- not a comforting realization for me and doubtlessly less so for those used to receiving essays about a favourite great-aunt or MLK Jr. or Bono. I don't want to make claims about how a school is going to make me happy. I want to finish my degree. At this point, no institution is going to be my salvation and I'd be lying to say I really really want to go to any college that actually exists. (My ideal would be free of doubletalk and well-intentioned euphemism. It would always be early fall, weatherwise. The curriculum wouldn't be so ridiculously short-sighted and professors would remind lit students to read outside of class. And my favorite people would all be within a 15 minute walk of campus.) But I do want to go back so I guess I've got to suck it up and write something quickish.
Miss us.
posted by J at 8:21 AM
4 Comments:
Julia! Your ideal college does sound ideal. I think I would like to go there too. Would, however, settle for a J-school where students were well informed about local and provincial issues and knew how to crack jokes.
Am interning at the Local Alternative Weekly (see: lack of ambition, Andrea's) and have yet to convince myself I want to get up and phone people. Mostly I want more cigarettes and warmer shoes.
Miss you greatly.
-A-Diz.
Hang in there, good things will come. :D
the application dance is required for the graduation cookies.
Dearest J:
Today I discovered the drug store near the Local Alternative Weekly sells cans of RC Cola. I am drinking one and thinking of you.
-A.
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