(date unknown) I saw kanji today leaving his political science class today. He has the same class I do, only on TT instead of MWF. “I love Schaefer,” he says when he sees me. We talk a bit about Red Dragon. “What time do you get on each day?” he asks. I tell him about 4 or 5. “Cause I wanna kill somebody. Everytime I get on there, everyone’s dead. Except for Agamemnon.” Then he picks a piece of yew or juniper or whatever that bush around the Fine Arts Building is and hands it to me. “Have a tree,”…
I’m searching for a string of characters to describe the way I’m feeling right now. I suppose I’ll just have to use English words. Sara Fitzgerald from Americans for Tax Reform called this afternoon at three, just like she promised. She asked me questions like, “Would you consider yourself a conservative, moderate, or liberal?” “Do you think the current tax system is fair?” “Why are you interested in politics?” “Why do you want an internship?” I answered each one in my deliberate way, saying what I really thought. I didn’t tell her I had Libertarian leanings, however. “Okay, Joanna,” she…
Naps are good. Except when my mom wakes me up suddenly, demands I do something and then starts telling me something important while I’m still not even sure where I am, what’s going on, or even who I am. That happened early this evening. I was taking a nap because I went to bed sometime around 11:30 last night, got up at 2, procrastinated for a couple of hours before buckling down on my paper on Shakepeare’s _Henry IV_, finishing around seven something. Dad was proofreading it this morning and noting, “This is your personal philosophy, Joanna.” Mom read it…
I came home this evening, after making a fool of myself at the forum, to find two envelopes waiting for me on the stairs, where my mom places my “real” mail. One was from US Air. A promotion, no doubt. The other bore the words “The Heritage Foundation” in the upper left hand corner. “A letter of rejection,” I predicted as I, nontheless, ran excitedly up the stairs and dumped the other things I was carrying on my bed. “Don’t think,” I told myself in the time it took me to rip open the envelope, unfold the paper inside, and…
My friend Cris is absolutely insane. That’s probably why I like her. We’re running together for Senior Class officers of SGA. We ran last year as well. She won, and I lost. This year we’re running unopposed, however. Being sure shoe-ins, we weren’t real concerned about the forum held tonight for candidates to introduce themselves and make campaign statements to whoever showed up. Only 15 of us did. Of them, only four were not running for office. They included the present Executive President, who kind of had to be there; his girlfriend, who was taking notes for an article for…