I N T H E N I G H T K I T C H E N
Not GoodSo, I'm taking three classes this term locally. This is a sort of soft-entry for myself into what college is going to be like. I'm not living up to my standards, though. Right now, for example, I have about 400 pages to read in
Commanding Heights, The Battle for the World Economy, a well-regarded book on the rise of the global economy and the free-market system by Daniel Yergin and Joseph Stanislaw. Sounds like a snoozer, right? Actually, once I can sit still long enough and focus on the text, it's very interesting. But, it's the sitting and the focusing which I can't seem to do very well. That is just not going to cut it. Is there a pill for this?
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Anti-climaxIt's been busy. Sunday, T. and I went up to see my little brother play in his final lacrosse match of the season. He's new to lacrosse and is a freshman at college in Washington. He looks so different. Taller than I can even believe and real skinny after a year of running around with the team.
Throughout the game it would go from sunny to sideways rain and back to sunny. Ahhh, spring in the Northwest. They had the worst field on the campus and part of it was just a mud pit. A couple times players would scoop up gobs of earth along with the ball making it impossible to make a good toss. More than once they had to dig the ball out of the mud. People took flying face-plants into puddles. It was a messy game and they lost.
Afterwards, we took him to Outback Steakhouse, visited his dorm and I helped to clean up his computer ("Why do you have 300 things at start-up?" "I dunno."). He's kind of a funny kid. Very shy and reserved in many ways but with a pretty good sense of humor.
It's strange to realize what a connection I have to his childhood. I think there's a word for it, like nostalgia but that's not quite right and I'm not sure what is. I'm eight years older than he so I was the constant babysitter and companion whether I wanted to be or not. The total bossy older sister. I left for college when he was ten and though I saw him at holidays and over the summers, he really grew up like an only child at that point. Anyway, I still can't get over the fact that when I see him, I can't pick him up.
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On Monday we drove out to my new school for an open house thing they were having for incoming grads. Basically, there were tours of the studios, introductions by the faculty and a general overview of what to expect during my time there. It was informative and slightly overwhelming. I was a bit cranky for most of the day, I'm not sure why.
I think there's some element of an anti-climax working right now. So much preparation, so much dreaming and upon making the decision I'm faced with a lot of preparation and some serious financial hurdles. I'm worried about a zillion things but I'm most worried about just getting there. Right now, I'm taking three classes locally and trying to keep up with a few of my clients, attempting some freelance writing and some other projects and I've got to figure out how to do this move. Somehow I need to get organized but I'm not sure how to do it.
And, on that note, better get moving....
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