Home Is Where The People Are
Dec. 18th, 2002 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksA fact which has been brought back to my attention by how much I've been enjoying meals recently. We've got the community thing going again; it always takes a while, every new year, to adjust to who's gone and who's new and who everyone is. I've got my sense of belonging back. This is happy. I've probably had it for a while, but I hadn't noticed. I always belong here-- Bryn Mawr is home as a physical place-- but I belong here now in the same way that I belong in NYC and Boston with my family. So that works.
And Finals Week is going reasonably well. I take Econ presently, and then do my Aristotle paper this evening. Greek tomorrow. Then to D.C. The novel gets to take over my brain this break. I got a signed ultimatum from my characters last night, which read something along the lines of "We know you've decided to write the book, so you get this week to finish your schoolwork, and then you either write the &*%*& book or we join together to make your life a living hell." Signed, every character in the novel. My reply was 'Well, gee, y'know, I'm perfectly capable of making my life a living hell all by my very own self, but it's sweet of you all to care, and this means that you're all going to show up and be present in the text like good novelistic characters, so if we work together on this, maybe we can get it to a place during break where you won't have to kill me when school starts and I no longer have any time because of classes and my new job.' So if you see me over break, expect an obsessive and obsessed person who stares through you and mutters under her breath. Just to warn everybody.
Oh, and I have a new job. I am a shelver at Canaday, because A. is cool like that. Income! Income is happy! I start after break. It probably won't pay as much as my last job, which was modeling for the Haverford Art Department, but it won't involve freezing to death despite the space heater and spending large quantities of time praying that none of the Haverguys I know will turn out to be in the class. (The girls are fine. I don't care if women I know see me naked. But if, say, anyone from the Anime Club turned up, I would simply have had to drop dead of embarrassment.)So I shall get to build arm muscle by carrying large stacks of books. I like working in libraries. Libraries are homey. They smell right, and I know where everything is. I could live in a library quite easily, and expect to next year when there are theses.
I have to stop procrastinating from my Econ exam.
Angst-O-Meter: Man, I dislike Econ. But it will be over soon, and then I never, ever, ever have to bother with it ever again.
And Finals Week is going reasonably well. I take Econ presently, and then do my Aristotle paper this evening. Greek tomorrow. Then to D.C. The novel gets to take over my brain this break. I got a signed ultimatum from my characters last night, which read something along the lines of "We know you've decided to write the book, so you get this week to finish your schoolwork, and then you either write the &*%*& book or we join together to make your life a living hell." Signed, every character in the novel. My reply was 'Well, gee, y'know, I'm perfectly capable of making my life a living hell all by my very own self, but it's sweet of you all to care, and this means that you're all going to show up and be present in the text like good novelistic characters, so if we work together on this, maybe we can get it to a place during break where you won't have to kill me when school starts and I no longer have any time because of classes and my new job.' So if you see me over break, expect an obsessive and obsessed person who stares through you and mutters under her breath. Just to warn everybody.
Oh, and I have a new job. I am a shelver at Canaday, because A. is cool like that. Income! Income is happy! I start after break. It probably won't pay as much as my last job, which was modeling for the Haverford Art Department, but it won't involve freezing to death despite the space heater and spending large quantities of time praying that none of the Haverguys I know will turn out to be in the class. (The girls are fine. I don't care if women I know see me naked. But if, say, anyone from the Anime Club turned up, I would simply have had to drop dead of embarrassment.)So I shall get to build arm muscle by carrying large stacks of books. I like working in libraries. Libraries are homey. They smell right, and I know where everything is. I could live in a library quite easily, and expect to next year when there are theses.
I have to stop procrastinating from my Econ exam.
Angst-O-Meter: Man, I dislike Econ. But it will be over soon, and then I never, ever, ever have to bother with it ever again.
