Two more weeks

[rushthatspeaks]

This evening there was Harry Potter and the Second Movie, which was being shown in the Campus Center, and it was a delight, because I got to watch a very large percentage of the student body turn into screaming fangirls. We so go to Hogwarts here. We need to wander about wearing the robes, with our various House badges-- Denbigh, Rhoads... we have the architecture, we have the sense of humor, we have the professors, hell, we even have the statuary. Not to mention the Quidditch team. No, really. It's always nice this time of year to do stuff that reminds me how very deeply I love this school, because this is the time of the semester when I always wind up hating everything and everybody and considering a new career in Tibet as a hermit. I have too much to do and I always wind up getting sick and, most annoyingly, whenever I'm stressed I have a tendency to revert to being a small, scared, twitchy little Catholic schoolgirl convinced that everyone knows more about everything than she does. I was not raised Catholic by my parents. I was raised Catholic by my elementary school, and they were very good at what they did; I never officially converted, but in around sixth grade or so, after six years of that school, it would have been redundant. There were many wonderful things about my elementary school, and I actually count its religious focus as one of them, because being raised as two religions at once caused me to have to sit down and think at a very young age about the differences between what I was being told by various sides and what, if anything, I actually believed, which is the reason I have been a neopagan since about the age of thirteen. However, there is this entire side to my personality that they managed to instill, and it is heavily tied in with my self-destructive streak, or what remains of that. Probably because it became obvious to me quite early in life that certain essential elements of my personality clashed majorly with Catholicism. So that part of my personality that tried to be Catholic is not only the part that tells me I am incapable of doing things for myself, but that I shouldn't, because having any initiative is somehow immoral. I hated that the first time I was going through dealing with it, and I hate that I snap back to it under stress. Because I am mostly unshakeable in my skin, but so many of the things about myself that I really appreciate have been kicked by myself and other people for so many years that they're still a little tender.

That's one of the things I love about this college, really, that I can be my academically obsessed feminist socialist into-body-modification S&M lesbian separatist self here *and nobody bothers me about it*. That there are people here who understand perfectly well that a deep love of classical literature, singing in a Renaissance Choir, learning ancient Greek, owning a collection of really good porn, and being in the process of designing my next tattoo are not only not mutually exclusive, but are not even slightly inconsistent. This is what I remind myself of whenever I am ready to pull my hair or somebody else's out over the sheer bloody amount of academic stuff I somehow have to pull off in the next week or so.

At least my Archae presentation went well.

Comments

[khava.livejournal.com]

I really miss Renaissance Choir.

[gaudior.livejournal.com]

Your Archae presentation went splendidly. It had water-clocks.

Over soon. Over soon. Your Catholic schoolgirl can go back under the bed. (Hm. If she picks the right bed, that means she gets black and white cat-hair ALL over her nice clean uniform. And two sets of sardonic greeny-yellow-gold eyes staring at her in confusion. What would she make of it?)

Also: have been trying to figure out which dorm woudl be which House. The Pems as Gryffindor, ya think? Maybe Rhodes or Erdman as Slytherin? And then my brain says Rock is Ravenclaw and Denbigh is Hufflepuff, but it won't tell me why.

Love.
Ruth.

hogwarts / bryn mawr

[jedibl.livejournal.com]

As someone who has lived only in Rhoads and The Erd, I absolutely refuse to have one of them cast as Slytherin. Well, OK, maybe Erdman would make a pretty good Slytherin... it at least has a somewhat sinister appearance. Or... no! I have it! Radnor! Radnor should be Slytherin. I also object to the Pems as Griffindor -- I think Denbigh is a much better match. I feel like our Gryffindor should have something akin to the DBS/EBS culture, for one thing. And Denbigh's also got the DoubleStar library going for it. And I tend to think Brecon for Hufflepuff, and Rhoads for Ravenclaw, although I think the latter is just due to alliteration.

Re: hogwarts / bryn mawr

[gaudior.livejournal.com]

I agree with Radnor as Slytherin-- that was, I think, what I meant, only I couldn't remember which dorm was which. Silly me. Still stand by my original for the other three, though-- the Pems are WONDERFULLY heroic stupid, I think.

--R

[breadandroses.livejournal.com]

I agree w/ Pems as Gryffindor, but Merion is Ravenclaw. You people.

Actually, considering how many dorms we have and how varied the personalities, I think that we need at least two dorms to make one house: Merion + Rock = Ravenclaw, Erdman + Radnor = Slytherin, etc.

Oh yeah, and revel in that Renaissance-singing, socialist, Greek speaking etc. complexity. Not that it can't be done on the outside, but for some reason it's a lot harder, I'm finding.

[eredien]

Well, Denbigh can't be Slytherin. Although, really, I'm such a Denbigh-ite, and I do have ambition....but it can't be. Denbigh is just too friendly.

I don't really get that response to stress. I do tend to sleep in more and get all ambivalent about everything--schoolwork, opinions, extracurriculars. I occasionally get the "let's do a lot of work" response to stress. That's useful but then I end up driving myself into the ground and wondering, six months later, why there's a shovel in my hands. I ought to have noticed those symptoms last month and done something about them; but even though I kind of did I didn't, and so am suffering the repercussions now.
I also get a guilt complex; "why the bloody hell," I ask myself, "can't I do all this reading and write the 20 page paper and go to the renchoir concert and run D&D and have a field trip in the same weekend? I can't take time off for me and talk to my profs. about stress and due dates. That would be somehow dishonest."

The tattoo design will be further refined soonish.