- forgetting to bring a sleeping bag during orientation and being given a pink one
- making friends with ian right afterwards and still remembering each other's names 5 years later
- realizing my town wasn't half bad - as everyone vied to make their towns sound shittier than the next
- making friends with caitlin, proving the OL's wrong that i'm too uptight. riding the train with her on her first then later last day of college 4 years later
- pretending to sleep on the terrifying high bunk as the girls below me talked forever about their boyfriends - they left me their facebook name/email but i was too nervous to friend them
- going on the Manhattan, New York field trip 3 years in a row
- smoking in the football field with kirsten
- Ireland 2010
- being hit on by at least three different african exchange students, two on the train and one while i was eating a salad
- overhearing a british exchange kid say, "god, she needs friends!"
- overhearing freshmen yelling, "you're beautiful! oh god, i don't think she heard us."
- being thoroughly checked out by girls by the LGBT center
- carrying (on the train):
- pointy black wire eiffel tower
- a bucket with a plaster head in it
- a 36x24 canvas
- 30x30 silkscreen prints in the snow
- a man yelling, "god bless!" whenever i answered if i was a college student and if i was almost done, on the train platform
- a man telling me he was a math major before he suffered from a bad car accident and now he's a marathon runner, on the train platform
- hitting on at least three different conductors - and only getting free rides from one of them
- asking one quieter conductor the name of the sesame street vampire to have him walked away without saying anything and return with, "the count."
- teaching my irish lit Senior Seminar about the history of the vibrator; another kid abstractly describing the postcolonial problem as a clitoris
- all the really dark, great movies i got to see in irish lit
- watching that ridiculous scene in Cruising and realizing how amazing it was that i got to analyze and share the ridiculousness with other people in queer lit
- having my curatorial mentor hit on me when i accidently phrased things oddly
- being called Mercedes' Bitches by Mercedes, calling her our cougar spirit animal, discovering her awesome hugs, and the time she called Silence of the Lambs her favorite romantic movie
- narrating the odd beach music on painting prof Colins' ipod
- learning/teaching myself how to make a clay pot after the studio lights were turned off because i was too afraid of craven to fuck up
- playing with craven's kitten, listening to it meow loudly as i fucked up my silkscreen
- teaching anyone any "secrets" at the school because it fucks over everyone else
- being told parts of my essay resonated with my art history professor even later at 3am
- having people look at me weird when i balanced a little container of teal ink on top of my coffee cup
- having my work hang in the library
- selling my artwork to another student
- seeing pat sitting on a stone fence under a gnarled old tree, smoking a cigarette in his light blue button up, waiting for me
- beating the rain to the train platform
- getting to leave class early because my computer blew a fuse or because i didn't have to take a final
- hanging out with mike, renee, kirsten, or nick because they were almost always around
- spilling coffee as i flirted with my eventual bf, only to be cockblocked by a girl i was supposed to do an ophelia presentation with (she thought she was rescuing me?)
- that time i had a really shitty commute and found a sunspot + warm booth to read Paradise Lost
- the times really mean male prof's relied on me for discussion
- finding beautiful free old books left out for the picking
- finding beautiful old books in the stacks to be taken out
may 16 2014 ∞
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