Dear Blogger,
I got nine separate calls from Keith this weekend, haha. I feel blessed.
It seems as though things are really starting together in Chicago. Not that they weren't going well before, but it seems like they're really going well right now. We're starting to realize that some parts of the program weren't quite what we expected, and as it applies to "things" that "are really starting together", we're accepting those things and moving on with life.
Things are going well in the apartment. Ani got me into Farscape, which is a sci-fi show... produced by Jim Henson's son, and features some awesome puppetry and robotry. I'm not embarassed to say I like it. And I got her into Six Feet Under, a fair trade. I think we're all three also going soon to see some musical that is not Wicked, and the tickets are cheaper.
Things are really starting to clean themselves up at Sunlight Africa. I'm coming into more responsibilities from my supervisor, and I'm beginning to bond more with my co-workers. (Though I still need to get this required time limit figgered out.) He left early on Wednesday and it was up to me to keep a good portion of the class busy for a good portion of an hour. As a result, I'm starting to, and learning to, contain the class more effectively. (Is contain even the right word? That means to be, the kids are responding to us in a more positive form. Contain? Not control, certainly.) This all might be because my boss hasn't been in the office for the last three weeks...
But I did find a quicker way home, cutting almost thirty minutes off of my commute. (Red Line -- Wilson to Jackson, 6X to 51st & Lake Park Ave.!) That makes the ride so much less stressful that I don't have to worry about whether or not there will be a 10-40 minutes wait for the bus home.
A good portion of the Albion College Mud Hens (my IM team) who aren't in the Chicago Center, came to visit us this weekend. We took them around Hyde Park and Chinatown. Like when I visited Kiesel last weekend, I'm kind of struggling with my existence back in Albion.
Can you really compare Big City Chicago to Small Town Albion? What am I even comparing?
Our friends were talking about the new president and classes and gossip and Facebook and Freshmen, stuff I haven't been around for.
I'm out of the loop.
I think I'm secretly afraid that everything and everyone there is going to have moved on without me. I think Tyler's going to New York City in the spring.
Also, Cleveland is up 2-1 over the Yankees. I think the New York Yankees are one disgustingly self-aggrandizing, self-contradicting, self-inflicted wound on the inner-thigh of major league sports... but I won't go into that. (And I think the Cubs are just as bad, but just one step below the Red Sox. I'll go into this later, after the World Series.)
That's The News From Lake Wobegon Where The Women Are Strong, The Men Are Good Looking, And The Children Are Above Average,
Steve
4 comments:
The semester that I spent in London during the fall of my junior year, I felt much the same way that you do about life going on back at campus without you. And it's true, things do change. Your friends make other friends that you don't really know, and they get kind of used to spending time without you. But don't worry about it too much, because next semester you'll meet the new friends, and people will get used to spending time with you again. And besides, you have your friends from this program that you maybe didn't know before or at least weren't as good friends with, so it all evens out.
ironically, when you describe yourself as 'out of the loop', you're actually spending more time in the loop than any of your classmates. shazam. heh.
In other news, I am shocked and appalled that I had to find out about your blog via the facebook.com. You know that it is Wonky's arch-enemy.
Don't worry, David. I didn't really tell anyone about it except for my mom. I like people coming across it on their own accord.
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