In a perfect world, I would be sitting in a glass room at the top of a tall tower. There are no electric lights. During the day, I can see by the sun and at night I am able to look at the stars without distraction.
The room itself would be simply furnished, with only a giant beanbag chair. Other than that, the room would hold only notebooks, dozens and dozens of notebooks as well as a computer with a word processor, but no internet. No distractions. Only my writing. I could sit for months and just..write. Whatever thoughts flick through my mind would be placed lovingly on paper or typed onto a screen. I would turn simple ideas into characters embroidered with thoughts, feelings, relationships, and ideas all their own. In my glass room, I could create worlds.
Ideally, the room could change locations. Perhaps after several months of gleaning all I could from one locale, the room would simply relocate so that I might have a new landscape to observe.
For nourishment? I would rather not take a break to eat or drink, but eventually my hands would become weak and my thoughts muddled. So, the room would also need an infinite supply of chai tea and wheat thins. Two things I never get sick of.
With my notebooks, computer, and my provisions, I could happily remain in this place until I have written my fingers down to the bone and exhausted my mind.
Then I would take a break. Come down from my glass room and interact with the world for awhile. For where is inspiration but in creating my own interactions to observe?
My notebooks would remain up in the tower. But perhaps during my break I might connect some of my typed writings to the internet that I might get the feedback of others. But most of my writing is for me. Disorganized, often painful, rarely coherent. Simply to create more space in my mind. Dumbledore had his Penseive* and I, I have my notebooks. To be filled over and over and over and over again with my idle musings. Love it or hate it, my notebooks are always written in pen. That way no matter what I write, it can not be erased. For every piece of writing that comes from a writer has a time and a place. It just has to wait to be seen.
*Albus Dumbledore was the headmaster of Hogwarts School in the Harry Potter novels. He was super smart, and sometimes claimed that his head was stuffed too full of thoughts. So he used his magic wand to remove thoughts from his head and place them in a basin called the Penseive. So that explains that.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Love, Love, Love
Sorry to do two so similarly themed posts so close together, but recent events demand it.
As I said at the end of my last post, there are several new Facebook events springing up to support the gay community and try to show solidarity with victims of homophobic bullying. I joined one such group, actually an event. Here's the link if you want to check it out:
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=112861798774522
(Just open a new internet window and copy and paste that link into the address bar.)
Anyway, on the page for the group people are allowed to comment. Because it is an open event, anyone can join and say whatever they want. Freedom of speech.
I was scrolling down the page, reading all of the posts. Most were very kind and loving and supporting. A few, unfortunately, were not. There were several extremely homophobic posts. That's not what really bothered me though.
In reaction to these posts people who claim to be supportive of the gay rights cause became hostile. Many of the responses were threatening and crude. I recommend looking at the site, just for curiosity's sake. I really don't want to repeat some of the nasty stuff. But suffice it to say, the supporters were willing to get just as down and dirty as the ones they are supposedly fighting.
So, I decided to put my two cents in. I left this comment on the page:
" I would just like to take a second to remind the people posting on this wall that the purpose of this group is love. I ally myself with the cause of homosexual rights because members of my family and many of my friends are gay. That does not mean that I hate anyone who is homophobic. It just means that I, along with anyone else who claims to support the cause, have a responsibility to teach the message of love. Supporting gay rights does not equal hating homophobia. Hating those who hate makes us just as bad. Let's share the love, okay? In the words of the eternally wise John Lennon, "All you need is love." "
To which I received the charming comment: "all you need is a dick up your ass"
Really? REALLY?!
I said so many things, yet what you choose to target is JOHN LENNON'S LYRIC?! That sir, is just..GRRRRRRR. Contradict ME all you'd like. But DON'T twist Lennon. THAT SIR is just UNACCEPTABLE.
My point (aside form being mortally sorry for causing John Lennon to roll in his grave) is that those who preach love should practice it.
When I was at the Prop 8 protest a year or so ago, I had a really memorable experience. While we were marching with our rainbow signs, we came across an older couple standing across the street from us. The man grabbed his wife's hand and held it up. "This is marriage!", he yelled. His intention was clearly one of hate. So, laughing, my friends and I all draped our arms around each other and shouted back, "This is love!"
Being a liberal (to me at least) means being open to the other side. Loving your crooked neighbor with all your crooked heart. It's a mean, cruel, hateful world. I don't think that those who are trying to spread a message of love should do so by propagating hate.
In closing, please enjoy a fantastic song by some wonderful men.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
As I said at the end of my last post, there are several new Facebook events springing up to support the gay community and try to show solidarity with victims of homophobic bullying. I joined one such group, actually an event. Here's the link if you want to check it out:
http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=112861798774522
(Just open a new internet window and copy and paste that link into the address bar.)
Anyway, on the page for the group people are allowed to comment. Because it is an open event, anyone can join and say whatever they want. Freedom of speech.
I was scrolling down the page, reading all of the posts. Most were very kind and loving and supporting. A few, unfortunately, were not. There were several extremely homophobic posts. That's not what really bothered me though.
In reaction to these posts people who claim to be supportive of the gay rights cause became hostile. Many of the responses were threatening and crude. I recommend looking at the site, just for curiosity's sake. I really don't want to repeat some of the nasty stuff. But suffice it to say, the supporters were willing to get just as down and dirty as the ones they are supposedly fighting.
So, I decided to put my two cents in. I left this comment on the page:
" I would just like to take a second to remind the people posting on this wall that the purpose of this group is love. I ally myself with the cause of homosexual rights because members of my family and many of my friends are gay. That does not mean that I hate anyone who is homophobic. It just means that I, along with anyone else who claims to support the cause, have a responsibility to teach the message of love. Supporting gay rights does not equal hating homophobia. Hating those who hate makes us just as bad. Let's share the love, okay? In the words of the eternally wise John Lennon, "All you need is love." "
To which I received the charming comment: "all you need is a dick up your ass"
Really? REALLY?!
I said so many things, yet what you choose to target is JOHN LENNON'S LYRIC?! That sir, is just..GRRRRRRR. Contradict ME all you'd like. But DON'T twist Lennon. THAT SIR is just UNACCEPTABLE.
My point (aside form being mortally sorry for causing John Lennon to roll in his grave) is that those who preach love should practice it.
When I was at the Prop 8 protest a year or so ago, I had a really memorable experience. While we were marching with our rainbow signs, we came across an older couple standing across the street from us. The man grabbed his wife's hand and held it up. "This is marriage!", he yelled. His intention was clearly one of hate. So, laughing, my friends and I all draped our arms around each other and shouted back, "This is love!"
Being a liberal (to me at least) means being open to the other side. Loving your crooked neighbor with all your crooked heart. It's a mean, cruel, hateful world. I don't think that those who are trying to spread a message of love should do so by propagating hate.
In closing, please enjoy a fantastic song by some wonderful men.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Kurt Hummel
Because I have a relatively attentive (if small) audience, I am going to write about something I have been thinking about. It's more of a social commentary than anything that has anything to do with my life or with my school. It's news related, sort of. Recently there has been more discussion of homophobia and hate crimes that target homosexuals. So, I'm going to write about Kurt Hummel; the gay character on Glee (one of my absolute favorite TV shows).
For those of you who don't know, Glee is a show about a high school show choir. Kurt Hummel is one of the main characters. Openly gay, Kurt wears fashionable (if extremely effeminate) outfits and is crushing on the quarterback of the football team (Finn Hudson, also in the glee club). Kurt is often referred to as "one of the ladies", and he has an alto voice that any girl would kill for. He in fact sings "Defying Gravity" in a diva-off with Rachel (the glee club's star singer, played by Spring Awakening's Lea Michele), and does astonishingly well. The song, a showstopper from Wicked, is without a doubt a female song.
The question has been asked before whether the character of Kurt is any good for the gay cause. Yes, he is an openly gay character who is lovingly accepted on a popular TV show...but still...
I am going to choose the position that Kurt is not actually good publicity for young homosexual teens. Most high school aged homosexuals are not nearly as open as Kurt, and are in fact aware that it would be dangerous to do so. So he is not a character that anyone can sympathize with. Kurt is more of a caricature than an actual person. He is too wildly "fabulous" to exist in reality.
Apart from not being a sympathetic character, Kurt also embodies many of the characteristics that make people homophobic in the first place. What I find most worrisome is Kurt's aggressive crush on Finn (the football quarterback). This is exactly the kind of thing that straight males worry about. 'What if the gay kid is crushing on me?' To have a televised character obviously pushing his affections on a boy who is unwilling and in any case unable to return the attraction is dangerous. It feeds the ignorant idea that homosexual men are trying to push their ways on straight men. This is not an idea that needs any more support than it already has.
Basically, my problem with the ideology of Kurt is that his only noticeable character trait is "gay". He doesn't offer anything else to the show. He is the gay kid. The astonishingly gay kid.
Don't get me wrong, I love Kurt Hummel to death. But that's because I am fully aware that while people like that do exist, they are not the norm. I am completely supportive of gay rights and not showing hate toward people based on who they choose to love. I just don't think Kurt is particularly good press for the issue. I like the idea of having a gay character in the Glee club, I just think there should be more to him. I think he should be an actual character, who is ALSO gay.
I think that America has come to expect that in television though, and that is why Kurt's existence in Glee has not become a topic of discussion. He is not sneaky about being gay (like, for example, Ennis and Jack in Brokeback Mountain. I might have to write another on of these things about Brokeback...SO GOOD.). Brokeback became a national issue because Ennis and Jack were gay in an area that was thought to be extremely masculine. Kurt is gay in a show choir. It's a little more expected there.
Basically, Glee, rock on. Kurt, in the future I'd like to see a little more of a character. Don't just be gay. Be a person too.
**Enjoy my idle musings :) There isn't much in the way of Brandeis updates...we are having an LGBTQ Candlelight Vigil this week to show solidarity. Even on the Brandeis campus there is still homophobia. I mean, shit. If it exists HERE in liberal utopia, then it has to be everywhere. I don't understand it. I never have. Also, wear purple on October 20 to honor victims of homophobic abuse. Save the date.
For those of you who don't know, Glee is a show about a high school show choir. Kurt Hummel is one of the main characters. Openly gay, Kurt wears fashionable (if extremely effeminate) outfits and is crushing on the quarterback of the football team (Finn Hudson, also in the glee club). Kurt is often referred to as "one of the ladies", and he has an alto voice that any girl would kill for. He in fact sings "Defying Gravity" in a diva-off with Rachel (the glee club's star singer, played by Spring Awakening's Lea Michele), and does astonishingly well. The song, a showstopper from Wicked, is without a doubt a female song.
The question has been asked before whether the character of Kurt is any good for the gay cause. Yes, he is an openly gay character who is lovingly accepted on a popular TV show...but still...
I am going to choose the position that Kurt is not actually good publicity for young homosexual teens. Most high school aged homosexuals are not nearly as open as Kurt, and are in fact aware that it would be dangerous to do so. So he is not a character that anyone can sympathize with. Kurt is more of a caricature than an actual person. He is too wildly "fabulous" to exist in reality.
Apart from not being a sympathetic character, Kurt also embodies many of the characteristics that make people homophobic in the first place. What I find most worrisome is Kurt's aggressive crush on Finn (the football quarterback). This is exactly the kind of thing that straight males worry about. 'What if the gay kid is crushing on me?' To have a televised character obviously pushing his affections on a boy who is unwilling and in any case unable to return the attraction is dangerous. It feeds the ignorant idea that homosexual men are trying to push their ways on straight men. This is not an idea that needs any more support than it already has.
Basically, my problem with the ideology of Kurt is that his only noticeable character trait is "gay". He doesn't offer anything else to the show. He is the gay kid. The astonishingly gay kid.
Don't get me wrong, I love Kurt Hummel to death. But that's because I am fully aware that while people like that do exist, they are not the norm. I am completely supportive of gay rights and not showing hate toward people based on who they choose to love. I just don't think Kurt is particularly good press for the issue. I like the idea of having a gay character in the Glee club, I just think there should be more to him. I think he should be an actual character, who is ALSO gay.
I think that America has come to expect that in television though, and that is why Kurt's existence in Glee has not become a topic of discussion. He is not sneaky about being gay (like, for example, Ennis and Jack in Brokeback Mountain. I might have to write another on of these things about Brokeback...SO GOOD.). Brokeback became a national issue because Ennis and Jack were gay in an area that was thought to be extremely masculine. Kurt is gay in a show choir. It's a little more expected there.
Basically, Glee, rock on. Kurt, in the future I'd like to see a little more of a character. Don't just be gay. Be a person too.
**Enjoy my idle musings :) There isn't much in the way of Brandeis updates...we are having an LGBTQ Candlelight Vigil this week to show solidarity. Even on the Brandeis campus there is still homophobia. I mean, shit. If it exists HERE in liberal utopia, then it has to be everywhere. I don't understand it. I never have. Also, wear purple on October 20 to honor victims of homophobic abuse. Save the date.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Dear Allison Weiss,
You are a wonderful Indie guitarist/singer who I am exceptionally fond of. In fact, I plan on taking one of my very best friends in the known universe to your show in early October.
Anyway, one of your songs is called "Break My Heart", and I am writing this letter to you to reveal to you exactly how far from my truth one of the lyrics is.
The line is thus: "I'm in the passenger seat, of a car that's going nowhere."
The first time I heard the song, I was like, "Oh my god, that just described my life."
Listening to it a few times over though, I realized just how untrue that is.
I definitely feel like I'm going nowhere. I'm sitting in this car, and the steering wheel is freaking locked. I'm not moving, because who moves a car with a locked steering wheel? How the hell could I have any control over where I'm going if I can't steer? Another reason for going nowhere is that I my foot is stomped onto the brake so hard I'm surprised it hasn't burst through the floor of the car. What's really crazy is that I'm standing on the accelerator just as hard. I want to be moving forward just exactly as much as I want to stay where I am. Either way, I can't let my foot off of either pedal because the steering doesn't work so I'd probably just crash anyway.
So...what's wrong with the lyric? Well, Allison, clearly I am not in the passenger seat. I'm clearly in the driver's seat. I am in the DRIVER'S seat of a car that's going nowhere. I have no one to blame for the fact that even if I decide I want to move forward and not stay in the same place forever, I'll end up in a wreck because I have no idea where I'm going or any control over how I get there.
Otherwise, it's a great song. Keep up the good work, and I'll see you at your show!
Hillary
**I realized I hadn't blogged in awhile, but I'm out of entertaining college anecdotes. This is just a peek into my (admittedly rather crazy) mental state. I like metaphors. They're more fun than straight truth.
Anyway, one of your songs is called "Break My Heart", and I am writing this letter to you to reveal to you exactly how far from my truth one of the lyrics is.
The line is thus: "I'm in the passenger seat, of a car that's going nowhere."
The first time I heard the song, I was like, "Oh my god, that just described my life."
Listening to it a few times over though, I realized just how untrue that is.
I definitely feel like I'm going nowhere. I'm sitting in this car, and the steering wheel is freaking locked. I'm not moving, because who moves a car with a locked steering wheel? How the hell could I have any control over where I'm going if I can't steer? Another reason for going nowhere is that I my foot is stomped onto the brake so hard I'm surprised it hasn't burst through the floor of the car. What's really crazy is that I'm standing on the accelerator just as hard. I want to be moving forward just exactly as much as I want to stay where I am. Either way, I can't let my foot off of either pedal because the steering doesn't work so I'd probably just crash anyway.
So...what's wrong with the lyric? Well, Allison, clearly I am not in the passenger seat. I'm clearly in the driver's seat. I am in the DRIVER'S seat of a car that's going nowhere. I have no one to blame for the fact that even if I decide I want to move forward and not stay in the same place forever, I'll end up in a wreck because I have no idea where I'm going or any control over how I get there.
Otherwise, it's a great song. Keep up the good work, and I'll see you at your show!
Hillary
**I realized I hadn't blogged in awhile, but I'm out of entertaining college anecdotes. This is just a peek into my (admittedly rather crazy) mental state. I like metaphors. They're more fun than straight truth.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Maine
I could live in Maine. Just saying.
So, Emily, our friend Jenn, and I took a day trip to Maine yesterday. Ogunquit, specifically. For those of you unfamiliar with Maine geography, Ogunquit is a beautiful little beach town about 90 minutes from Boston. Absolutely amazing.
On a different note, beaches always make me think of my Daddy. As soon as my feet touched the sand (and that was relatively soon after stepping off the pavement, as I kicked my shoes off), I wanted to make a sand castle. That's something he and I would always do. We would create these simple but huge mountains of sand and then decorate them with seaweed and shells and rocks and anything else we could find. It was something we did every time we went to the beach. Just he and I. I guess because Jess was too young to really help. Or maybe it was just because I was Daddy's girl. Another thing we did on the beach was fly kites. Emily h ad never flown one before, and if the beach had been less crowded I probably would have made her go buy a cheap kite so I could teach her. (PS she did end up building a sandcastle with me).
I think the reason beaches still can evoke such strong memories for me is because I don't go to them often enough. I have been to the beach WITH my Dad more times than I have been without him. I'd like to keep it that way. I always want the smell of sand and salt water to make me stop, smile, and remember the Dad who took me on special just Dad-and-Hilly beach dates. My Dad loved the water, and I loved loving it with him. And I miss him every time I am near the ocean. Lots of other times too.
But anyway, I was writing about Maine. Which is lovely. I could really and truly see myself living there. I do realize that it gets freaking cold in the winter, but I think I could handle that. I look good in sweaters :P I think I could rock it. But then again, there also aren't many people in Maine, so it is probably difficult to get a job. But it's close to Canada, so I could smuggle in pharmaceuticals if need be. Kiddinggggg.
Love to all!
So, Emily, our friend Jenn, and I took a day trip to Maine yesterday. Ogunquit, specifically. For those of you unfamiliar with Maine geography, Ogunquit is a beautiful little beach town about 90 minutes from Boston. Absolutely amazing.
On a different note, beaches always make me think of my Daddy. As soon as my feet touched the sand (and that was relatively soon after stepping off the pavement, as I kicked my shoes off), I wanted to make a sand castle. That's something he and I would always do. We would create these simple but huge mountains of sand and then decorate them with seaweed and shells and rocks and anything else we could find. It was something we did every time we went to the beach. Just he and I. I guess because Jess was too young to really help. Or maybe it was just because I was Daddy's girl. Another thing we did on the beach was fly kites. Emily h ad never flown one before, and if the beach had been less crowded I probably would have made her go buy a cheap kite so I could teach her. (PS she did end up building a sandcastle with me).
I think the reason beaches still can evoke such strong memories for me is because I don't go to them often enough. I have been to the beach WITH my Dad more times than I have been without him. I'd like to keep it that way. I always want the smell of sand and salt water to make me stop, smile, and remember the Dad who took me on special just Dad-and-Hilly beach dates. My Dad loved the water, and I loved loving it with him. And I miss him every time I am near the ocean. Lots of other times too.
But anyway, I was writing about Maine. Which is lovely. I could really and truly see myself living there. I do realize that it gets freaking cold in the winter, but I think I could handle that. I look good in sweaters :P I think I could rock it. But then again, there also aren't many people in Maine, so it is probably difficult to get a job. But it's close to Canada, so I could smuggle in pharmaceuticals if need be. Kiddinggggg.
Love to all!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Ready, Set, CLASS!!
Mom: So what are you most excited about for this year?
Me:(thinks about it for a second)Classes.
The saddest part is that I was not kidding. Or being sarcastic. I am absolutely in beautiful nerd love with the classes at Brandeis. Yesterday I had French (enchantee!) and Psych (which I dropped. Promptly.). French was basically like a high school language class, and I just really didn't care enough about Psych to put in the level of work they were asking for.
Today I just got out of my new Anthropology course: Landscapes, Places, Meaning, and Memory Across Cultures. The professor won my heart as soon as he walked into the room. I had gotten there early (because I am pathologically punctual) and everyone was just sort of sitting around waiting for class to start. Oh PS, the desks were arranged in a circular formation with a clear head but there were too many desks for the circle so some were scattered around the edges, clearly not places of authority. Everyone arranged themselves around the room according to how close they did or did not want to be seated to the professor (I might have just made a grammatical butchery of that sentence...oh well.), of course leaving the head desk empty in anticipation of his arrival.
When Professor Golden entered the room however, he sat at one of the edge desks without a word. No introduction, no 'time to start class!'. Just entered and sat in a place unusual for the teacher to sit. It put the whole class into semi-spaz mode as everyone had to decide in a split second how to orient themselves to this new positioning of the room. As he watched this, Professor Golden smiled and said, "Now see how nervous I've made you all? That's the effect that space and placement has on our culture."
OMG. He did NOT just underline the ENTIRE PURPOSE of our class.
Except that he did. In an exquisitely simple but poignant manner.
Wow. You go Professor Golden. You go.
Now I'm off to Adapting and Revising: A Collaborative Process for Prose Writers, Playwrights, and Screenwriters. Hopefully to be wowed again.
Me:(thinks about it for a second)Classes.
The saddest part is that I was not kidding. Or being sarcastic. I am absolutely in beautiful nerd love with the classes at Brandeis. Yesterday I had French (enchantee!) and Psych (which I dropped. Promptly.). French was basically like a high school language class, and I just really didn't care enough about Psych to put in the level of work they were asking for.
Today I just got out of my new Anthropology course: Landscapes, Places, Meaning, and Memory Across Cultures. The professor won my heart as soon as he walked into the room. I had gotten there early (because I am pathologically punctual) and everyone was just sort of sitting around waiting for class to start. Oh PS, the desks were arranged in a circular formation with a clear head but there were too many desks for the circle so some were scattered around the edges, clearly not places of authority. Everyone arranged themselves around the room according to how close they did or did not want to be seated to the professor (I might have just made a grammatical butchery of that sentence...oh well.), of course leaving the head desk empty in anticipation of his arrival.
When Professor Golden entered the room however, he sat at one of the edge desks without a word. No introduction, no 'time to start class!'. Just entered and sat in a place unusual for the teacher to sit. It put the whole class into semi-spaz mode as everyone had to decide in a split second how to orient themselves to this new positioning of the room. As he watched this, Professor Golden smiled and said, "Now see how nervous I've made you all? That's the effect that space and placement has on our culture."
OMG. He did NOT just underline the ENTIRE PURPOSE of our class.
Except that he did. In an exquisitely simple but poignant manner.
Wow. You go Professor Golden. You go.
Now I'm off to Adapting and Revising: A Collaborative Process for Prose Writers, Playwrights, and Screenwriters. Hopefully to be wowed again.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
While You Were Out
Hey everyone!
I'm back!!
That's right kids, I am once again at Brandeis, this time as a SOPHOMORE. Before I dive into this year, I wanted to give you all a bit of a catch-up on what happened during my summer. Oh what a summer it was.
Basically, everything epic that could have happened, DID. Emily (from 'Deis) came to visit, there was tons of stargazing and hanging out with people who are fantastic and mean absolutely everything to me, there was some time spent with a really awesome boy who ended up being...well...just a boy (friends to the end...), and there was this super awesome play that I got to direct. That I wrote. That starred only the most incredible cast EVER. Apparently they liked me too because they gave me roses and a framed picture that they wrote nice things all over :)
So summer was great. Beautiful. Ended too soon, but doesn't it always?
I'll post more about the first few days on campus in a bit. But now I must dash. Lunch date!
I'm back!!
That's right kids, I am once again at Brandeis, this time as a SOPHOMORE. Before I dive into this year, I wanted to give you all a bit of a catch-up on what happened during my summer. Oh what a summer it was.
Basically, everything epic that could have happened, DID. Emily (from 'Deis) came to visit, there was tons of stargazing and hanging out with people who are fantastic and mean absolutely everything to me, there was some time spent with a really awesome boy who ended up being...well...just a boy (friends to the end...), and there was this super awesome play that I got to direct. That I wrote. That starred only the most incredible cast EVER. Apparently they liked me too because they gave me roses and a framed picture that they wrote nice things all over :)
So summer was great. Beautiful. Ended too soon, but doesn't it always?
I'll post more about the first few days on campus in a bit. But now I must dash. Lunch date!
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