I might start doing these posts every few days… or I might not… basically don’t expect anything from me!
I was in my Introduction to Environmental Design Theory class this morning (it’s a bright and early 8am’er!) and couldn’t help but hear the conversation behind me.
“It’s a fine line… we need to look good this early, but we can’t look like we’ve tried too hard.”
“Yeah like I don’t want the guys thinking I tried to look good but I don’t want to just roll out of bed.”
A few minutes passed and the conversation made a riveting topic switch…
“The trick is showing up to the party with like, a small group. Because like, if we show up in a big group we might as well have ‘freshman’ written on our foreheads.”
“Yeah, like I feel like 6 is the perfect number… wait no maybe that’s like, too many.”
I had a hard time not turning around to identify these
dipshits fellow classmates that were having this conversation at 7:54am. If only they knew the irony around the fact they were having a whole conversation about not trying too hard. Ladies… I’d say if you’re strategizing, you’re already trying too hard.
So eventually the professor walked in and I no longer had to resort to the girls behind me for entertainment. Half way through our lecture the professor put up a quote by Thoreau that almost made me laugh… out loud. The quote read as this:
“Which would have advanced the most at the end of a month — the boy who had made his own jackknife from the ore which he had dug and smelted, reading as much as would be necessary for this — or the boy who had attended the lectures on metallurgy at the Institute in the meanwhile, and had received a Rodgers’ penknife from his father? Which would be most likely to cut his fingers?”
Here I am, trying to convince myself that college is where I am meant to be… when this quote shows up. It seemed almost pointed towards me– highlighting the drastic change from my life last year and this new college life.
Would I love to return to that “jackknife making
boy gal?” Well of course. But in the end, I suppose it’s a good idea to “attend lectures on metallurgy design theory” also.
On another note, we had a free-write in Writing class today. The starting point was: ‘I don’t remember…’
Mine went as follows:
“I don’t remember a lot of things. Sometimes I try to forget, and sometimes things just escape my mind. Regardless of how or why it happens, I have to figure– I’m better off without those memories. As least, that’s what I tell myself after missing a deadline.”
My inner most thoughts… they speak the truth.
Love everything about this post
You are unbelievable….I love you ❤