Sometimes life is shocking. In all the best ways, ever.
Em, I’m still pretty word-less. So proud of you, so happy and excited for you, so can’t wait to get to hear all about everything. Also, prepare yourself. Lord willing, I’ll be crashing on your German apartment floor someday…You rock. I told you so. =)
Senior year is such a strange time.
You are pulled in all directions at once. Part of you wants to get out, get out, get out–out of the midwest, the eternal flat, the small-town campus, the Catholicism, the insomnia, the March grayness. The other part of you will be weeping come graduation–no more poetry on Friday nights, no more swing dancing till midnight, no more drawing dragons in the writing center walls, no more of those intensely personal discussions on German literature and philosophy that are changing the way you see the world. The way the sun hits the windows of the faculty building when you walk to your 8am Roman Literature course–blood-orange, in-your-eyes because of the flat horizon. You will miss that. It’s the end of something stunning, this leave-taking of an intellectual community from which you have learned and against which you have fought, and which you have…
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