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In religious studies Thursday, we all lined up around the perimeter of the
room. At the front, there was a large white basin-bowl thing, on a few
white linen cloths, and a green pitcher of water. The pitcher itself
was beautiful, but the whole setup looked beautiful, and I'm not sure
why. Natalie, my professor, told the first girl to come up
(incidentally, this first girl is really beautiful too) and put her
hands over the basin. Then Natalie poured water over the girl's hands,
and rubbed her hands together. She toweldried the girl's hands, and
handed her the towel so that the girl could perform the same ritual for
the next person. We went around as such until everyone had had their
hands washed and had also washed someone else's. A few people giggled
when they did the washing, which upset me a little because it was such
a calming, kind ritual. The discussion we had about it afterwards made
me realize some things: no one
said thank you (including me) after their hands were washed. The room
was completely silent the entire time, with everyone just watching and
awaiting their turn. Also -- we clumped together around the room --
except for the spaces just before the table and just after.
I
don't know, but it did something to me I think. I went into Natalie
saying we were going to do a ritual kind of skeptically because, yeah,
I don't do religion or ritual -- but then it was just something beautiful, and that wasn't a ritual... it was just something beautiful.
I like beautiful things.
I
can't stop thinking about Dawn, and I don't want to. It's strange to
miss someone as much as I miss her without having it hurt me, without
having it create tears. Last night when I was falling asleep, I
imaginined last year when I slept in Dawn's room a whole bunch and we
fell asleep together and it'll be like that next semester I think. The
Ted (a w3frosh who is quickly becoming close with emily in form of
lounge cuddles and long talks and hairplayingwithbecause he has pretty
hair and things) and I were talking last night about team sleep, and
how lovely it is, and it made me miss David, and Dawn, and blankets. Right now, i only have two blankets on my bed, and this is ridiculously tragic. |
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| two days ago i said:
i am in love with this campus.
i am in love with life.
i am in love with laying on a floor and talking for hours.
/happy.comments:
yesterday i said:
emily is /crushes.
perhaps the ex comes soon with ex.
emily is /missing dawn more than she thought possible.
emily is /loving whitney third lounge
i start classes tomorrow.
will post schedule later.
must sleep nows.
/currdddle.
today i said:
shoulders hurt. left w3l and stood at wall with keith in the scooter
rolly and mike from chinese with the septum and told jokes and sex
stories and it was fun
where i am:
monday:
9-10: elementary spanish (wac 3)
12-1: first year chinese (wac 10)
1-3: biology (chamberlin 124)
tuesday:
8-9: spanish
12-1: chinese
1-3: religious traditions in a global context (wac 206)
wednesday:
9-10: elementary spanish
12-1: first year chinese
1-3: biology
thursday:
1-3: religious traditions in a global context
friday:
9-10: elementary spanish
12-1: first year chinese
1-3: biology |
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| AMY AND CHRIS JUST CALLED AND MADE MY FUCKING DAY!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
i got to talk to them for like half an hour and i am so happy OH GOD I AM SO HAPPY.
the end. |
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| So I'm walking from the library to MI to
get Lovelace's final exam study guide from Andras' door. I hear a
rustling in a garbage can, and look closer. A squirrel is stuck
inside. I decide to help the poor guy out, since he's FREAKING and
trying to get out. I go with my shoe to prop open the lid and the
little fucker LEAPS OUT AT ME AND LATCHES ONTO MY SHOULDER BEFORE
RUNNING OFF INTO THE BUSHES.
I AM AFRAID.
p.s. i told mel and she thought i meant that lovelace attacked me. derr.
it was a real legit squirrel. not a mike.
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