The summer has been slow and lazy, hence the similar atmosphere to this blog. I’ve decided to keep it beyond the constraints of the assignment it was borne to. And despite my moanings, I managed a straight-A semester, one of the first in my lifetime. I am insanely proud of myself. My paper on The Shining was merited as being intelligent and a fresh look at the subject, which I can wholeheartedly chalk up to being a writing center tutor. Working there has allowed me to find new ways to organize papers, and to express my thoughts.
What have I done since I’ve been home? Work. Sleep. We went to the bay to visit some family friends on Saturday, and Sunday I went out with C., a friend from home, to see Indiana Jones IV and pay far too much money for everything. Today I’ll be having lunch with an old friend with whom I’ve fallen out of touch with over the years. More on that after it happens.
Last night amidst strange dreams (being in a room with Z. and his mother, and it was flooding) I had one where I read a beautiful poem I wrote about a little boy missing his father in Iraq. Don’t you hate that, when you write a beautiful poem in your sleep, and can’t remember it when you wake up?
All I remember is the last line:
i have no idea how to get to mexico,
to san diego, or inside of my own shoe.
Ok, maybe it wasn’t beautiful, but in the dream I had such a sense of accomplishment reading it out loud to a classroom.
