Wednesday, May 22, 2002

Last full day in Bardland..Our room looks disgusting still...but with no pretty pictures on the walls...I'm listening to goldfinger, trying to make everything okay. I'm still in denial...freshman year is done...I am now a sophomore 1 (Bard separates years into 1 and 2...i was just a freshman 2) Soon, it'll be moderation...research papers on Defense policies, rereading the scarlet letter with Liz Frank, my nose in a constitutional law book in the library listening to Britten's War Requiem...am I ready to take on the challenge I have laid down for myself? I dont know, but I am ready for soemthing new...I am ready to find myself something to believe in...whatever that means.
Next year, every class I am taking is about America. American politics, American policy, American literature...has the high nationalism of post 9/11 gone to my head? Not really...Yeah I had the bloodlust...and the weird feeling that I would have to do something rash and stupid for my country if it came to it (I dont know what would be rash and stupid, running for senate maybe...though a Bardian senator, not likely)
My allergies are kicking the crap out of me...I feel awful. I have saved the last perscription Allegra for the ride home tomorrow...so i can drive down the taconic with the windows open screaming the lyrics to "Luck be a lady"
It's so good to be me sometimes...though only sometimes