It's a Sunday afternoon in the Airport Lounge. Otherwise known as homework central. It's a bit of a Hampshire institution, spending the weekend here, making up for the lack of productivity over the previous few days we all thought we'd spend working. I'm so tired. Sleep was not something that happened in large quantities this weekend. I've been lucky enough to spend at least part of every day this weekend with friends though, and that makes me so happy. I also may have a living arrangement for the fall, and even though it will likely involve me having a roommate, I'm going to go with it. Maybe having a roommate would be fun. We can stay up late having heart-to-hearts in our beds, clear out the room and have intimate-but-rocking parties, and write on each others' Facebook walls when we're both in our room.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about next year. I'm meeting with my advisor next week to talk about what I want my concentration to be. But it's more complicated than that too. I was all ready to go into her office, and proudly declare that I wanted to study "Writing About Trauma" and then talk about it and have her tell me what professors to talk to. But Nell (my advisor) has bigger plans for me. She sent me an email of an intense questionnaire, asking what sorts of questions I wanted to spend the next three years answering, what I was interested in but haven't studies yet, what world problem I most want to solve, etc. Here I was thinking simplifying my interests was doing me a favor. I have so much more to think about, and I'm no longer so sure of myself. Did I overlook things, or am I just one step ahead of the system?
Peace, Love, and Semicolons,
Lisa
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