There’s a girl on campus who lives in Milwaukee and can give me a ride for Thanksgiving break. My roommate, who lives in Chicago and orchestrated it all, was hoping just as much as I was that it would all work out. When she found out I could ride with them, she breathed a relieved, “Thank God.” I could not have said it more eloquently or truthfully.
I scheduled my classes for spring semester, and it gives me a little volt of excitement whenever I think about it. I am most looking forward to
+ Christian Theology with Dr. Anderson, whose 8:00 a.m. Monday/Wednesday/Friday classes never come soon enough. (“I’m not tired, but the sooner I go to bed the sooner 8:00 comes around!”)
+ Dr. Vincent’s T.S. Eliot seminar, which meets none of my Creative Writing major requirements but meets the requirement of my heart to hear Dr. Vincent read poetry in a voice like water gliding across glass in slow motion.
+ Small Business Management, which will probably be nothing like I am imagining but sets my entrepreneurial dreams ablaze with bookstore/coffee shop flames.
I endeavored to last the 3 1/2 weeks from fall break to Thanksgiving break without washing my clothes – I would have made it in triumph, if it weren’t for the lessening number of underwear I find in my drawer each morning. I guess I’ll have to shell out the $1.75 for a load of laundry, after all.
I have only to survive the remainder of this week and I’ll be sailing on smooth seas until Thanksgiving. An exam this morning and an exam tomorrow morning have been hovering above my head like a raincloud ready to burst all week, and even if I fail both of them I’ll be glad to be out from under their shadow.
