Graduation is but a month away, but with an honors thesis, a job search, school, work, and everything else piling up, not to mention the deep nostalgia about to kick in any day now, I don't really have the time to look forward to the end of the school, nor does an end to the Bo' look particularly enticing. Except for one thing.
Every day we get closer to leaving is another day less that I have to make a fool of myself on campus.
This morning, I locked myself out of the study room I had checked out in the main library. I thought I had left the door ajar, and now as I type in this same room, I cannot seem to figure out how to lock the door behind me, but this morning, it locked swiftly. I could see the key through the glass window, just lying on the table, but there was no way I could reach it. I was locked outside and the key was inside. I had to sheepishly go downstairs and ask the librarians for a spare key. There was lots of commotion and asking fellow librarians what to do with me. Then a girl had to walk me upstairs and open the door for me- because, I suppose, they didn't want to entrust another key into my care.
Another day down. One more less opportunity for foolishness.
ps. Totally sat next to Taylor Mali for lunch. On a scale of one to Saul Williams, with Michael Brown (who I met in Edinburgh) about a four, he's a good eight or so. I meant to tell him that his poem 'Labeling Keys' was one of my favorite poems. I think I ended up telling him it is my favorite. Ain't no matter. He's going to perform it tonight just because I mentioned it.
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