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you can't go home again
Aug. 23rd, 2012 01:52 amI'm back in DC. Lugged my overweight (by two pounds! but that made it 52 pounds) suitcase through the metro system, including a mistaken early exit at the Archives station - always forget there's a station between L'Enfant Plaza and Gallery Place. This is how my roommates greeted me:
My efforts to take a class at Georgetown to avoid taking a class with an unmentionably bad professor at my own university may have been foiled by an over-anxious Georgetown professor who wants to make sure his students (alas!) don't get shut out of their own school's class. As I try to reconcile myself to taking the class at my home university, I get an email from Lincoln warning me, in all-caps, not to take unmentionably bad professor. And then I think to myself, wow, this matters so little in the long run, so very very little. Yet I spend an hour - after watching an episode of Real World: St. Thomas ("Wow, it's amazing how everyone paired up this season," I said, looking at Jordan, "it's so unusual." And the result of everyone pairing up, incidentally? Self-harm, alcoholism, and homophobia.) and an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia ("The Gang Gets A New Member," a guy who ends up being too awesome and self-confident for them, essentially, and gets kicked back out) - trying to find a new class, somewhere, anywhere, that has something to do with Asia.
When I went back to my room Idris left me a message on facebook: Dear Nadia, please pick up your phone. Love, Idris. So I called him back. Halfway through our conversation, he says, "You sound absolutely nuts right now."
"Oh yeah? Yeah, I've been sounding nuts for the past four months. At least this time I'm not nuts in a bad way, you know, I'm not crying!"
It's dim in my room. I need to get another lamp.
- Jordan: hug.
- Aaron: hiding in my room and jumping out when I walked in, causing me to scream uncontrollably.
- Byron: nod.
My efforts to take a class at Georgetown to avoid taking a class with an unmentionably bad professor at my own university may have been foiled by an over-anxious Georgetown professor who wants to make sure his students (alas!) don't get shut out of their own school's class. As I try to reconcile myself to taking the class at my home university, I get an email from Lincoln warning me, in all-caps, not to take unmentionably bad professor. And then I think to myself, wow, this matters so little in the long run, so very very little. Yet I spend an hour - after watching an episode of Real World: St. Thomas ("Wow, it's amazing how everyone paired up this season," I said, looking at Jordan, "it's so unusual." And the result of everyone pairing up, incidentally? Self-harm, alcoholism, and homophobia.) and an episode of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia ("The Gang Gets A New Member," a guy who ends up being too awesome and self-confident for them, essentially, and gets kicked back out) - trying to find a new class, somewhere, anywhere, that has something to do with Asia.
When I went back to my room Idris left me a message on facebook: Dear Nadia, please pick up your phone. Love, Idris. So I called him back. Halfway through our conversation, he says, "You sound absolutely nuts right now."
"Oh yeah? Yeah, I've been sounding nuts for the past four months. At least this time I'm not nuts in a bad way, you know, I'm not crying!"
It's dim in my room. I need to get another lamp.
