I feel like I've been chopped in half - like half of my life has just
been ripped away!
lamented a friend once, as she recovered from a
particularly bad break-up.
I'm feeling kinda like I lost something more than a tooth. School is coming back, but I'm not going forth to join it. Last night I dreamt I was on campus, among friends, dealing with the stuff a student deals with. As I proceded through my day, facing an entirely seperate reality from the one my dream had presented, I began to miss more strongly a lot of friends and the whole school feeling.
Despite what I'm giving up, I feel that I am happier this way. I feel a stronger compulsion to get downstate next semester, when things at work may be more settled, and team admin can afford a small loss in manpower. It's a busy semester, as I picture it - 15 credit hours, and I'd probably work for EnterAct by way of CSIL, so I could double-dip and thus sustain myself financially.
Anyway, time enough to think about it. Last week Eric returned to school
and has been working half days. Tomorrow Paul will be doing the same. I like
these guys, though I'm not sure whether the fact that they're in high school
and were born in a different decade than myself might actually make them
kids
... after calling everyone children
at school for being a
year or two or three younger ... well, it seems nearly ironic.
Yesterday I logged into UIDirect, and after a few minutes, as I logged out the screen told me;
Your class registration summary is:
FA 1998 none
If last semester was my Viet Nam, then what historical parallel is this week? All I can think of is boat people and that don't seem quite right. Maybe next semester I'll normalize relations, after informal visits to campus to party, kinda like that third-party trading our American companies engaged in to get to Viet Nam.
Not that I have to beat a dead simile, or whatever rhetorical device it is that I am employing.
I also got to speak with Chris Waldbuesser tonite, who called for advice on getting on the Internet. He's probably got an EnterAct account by now, but it was nice touching on old times. Turns out Kevin knows my old roommate DeeBee, from Boy Scouts. After that revelation today it seemed a queer coincidence to get back in touch with some troop members.
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