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Jan. 15th, 2006 01:39 pmHey, I'm back! And everything looks exactly the same.
On the plane (one of the tiny propellor ones) I sat next to a dark-haired young man who turned out to be a teacher in the philosophy department here, or a compulsive liar. Glasses, khakis, check-check, and a few copies of web-sudoku puzzles. The date marked at the top of the printouts was December 24, 2005, at 9:23 PM, which made me very sad for him. And while the plane prepared for flight we had a cheery conversation about 'how well I was liking college,' which by now I can practically recite from a script.
But I told him about having philosophy with Dr. Wagner, and he asked about honors, and I told a story about Father Clancy's tendency to play with the Honors moose, making it sing and dance during our colloquium. "Oh, yes," says he, "I've heard about this moose. Do you like it?"
And I said, no, in fact, I had been rather traumatized by the moose and spent many a class plotting ways for it to be 'accidently' thrown from the window of fourth story Admin. He asked how my classmates would feel about this kind of anti-moose violence, and I estimated aloud that half would cheer, and half would look sad and confused.
Then we had to hush for the safety instructions, and after that he did his sudoku and I stared out the window at the clouds, playing dialogue analysis games in my head.
When we landed, the light through the window was the first time in three months that I've felt the sun on my face. It's beautiful.
On the plane (one of the tiny propellor ones) I sat next to a dark-haired young man who turned out to be a teacher in the philosophy department here, or a compulsive liar. Glasses, khakis, check-check, and a few copies of web-sudoku puzzles. The date marked at the top of the printouts was December 24, 2005, at 9:23 PM, which made me very sad for him. And while the plane prepared for flight we had a cheery conversation about 'how well I was liking college,' which by now I can practically recite from a script.
But I told him about having philosophy with Dr. Wagner, and he asked about honors, and I told a story about Father Clancy's tendency to play with the Honors moose, making it sing and dance during our colloquium. "Oh, yes," says he, "I've heard about this moose. Do you like it?"
And I said, no, in fact, I had been rather traumatized by the moose and spent many a class plotting ways for it to be 'accidently' thrown from the window of fourth story Admin. He asked how my classmates would feel about this kind of anti-moose violence, and I estimated aloud that half would cheer, and half would look sad and confused.
Then we had to hush for the safety instructions, and after that he did his sudoku and I stared out the window at the clouds, playing dialogue analysis games in my head.
When we landed, the light through the window was the first time in three months that I've felt the sun on my face. It's beautiful.
