'tis the season
August 28, 2007
SUCO classes start on Wednesday, which I suddenly realized is, like, tomorrow. Feh.
Even if the Featureless Saint and I weren't gainfully employed by the college in question, I would know classes were about to start because Oneonta is crawling with students who moved in over the weekend and, more importantly, have NOTHING to do until classes start. Last night was a great one for Undergraduate Street Theater (which would be more enjoyable if it started at a decent hour) and I suspect tonight will bring more of the same since the weather is supposed to be gorgeous. At least bongo boy hasn't returned. It's the small favors.
I don't mind the students, really. It's nice when they're here. It's nice when they're not. To everything there is a season, etc., etc.
Still, it's nutty when their hands are idle and filled with beer.
'tis also birthday season. Last week, it was Grandma Char's. There was cake. The cupcake is gluten free. And it seems that I've perfected my buttercream.
Today is Adam "violently executed" Lipscomb's birthday. Go wish him a happy one. And, yes, he is now officially old. Well, older than me.
I included this picture not because it is a good one of the adults -- but because this more of less captures the Dude's response to fire. We are doomed.
"(Mis)Representations of Violent Women" University of Southern California, 2002. (I've made $12 in royalties!) I used to remember what it was about, but you've got access to DAI.
One of my favorite profs used to say, "A university without students is like ointment without a fly."
Posted by: Anna | August 28, 2007 at 01:16 PM
Well, actually, tomorrow, but I'll accept that I'm so freakin' AWESOME that I need two days to celebrate my birfsday.
Posted by: Adam | August 28, 2007 at 03:11 PM
No, Adam. It's today. See? I wrote it down. Any variance from what's on my calendar isn't tolerated.
Anna -- I'm totally going to put that on a pillow.
Posted by: Adrienne | August 28, 2007 at 03:18 PM
Yes, suddenly there are no seats on the T, my favorite coffeehouse or in inexpensive vegetarian wrap joints within an 80 mile radius of Boston. Sigh.
It is really weird being a non-traditional student on a large campus. The wee ones sometimes assume I'm a prof, which is oddly flattering, but damn, they look so young to me. Should they really be out so late wearing so little?
In my mind, I'm still that young, but the reality reflected back from the windows outside the student union is so very different!
Posted by: karrie | August 28, 2007 at 04:48 PM
Totally with you on the skimpy clothes on kids so young. Remember when thongs were what strippers wore? Good times.
Each year they seem more like fetuses. I can only imagine how bad this will get by the time I'm 50 or 60 (if I'm so lucky). Zygotes, maybe.
Posted by: Adrienne | August 29, 2007 at 10:45 AM
That's enough "youngings' talk now. I'm depressed enough about 30 as it is.
Posted by: thordora | August 29, 2007 at 02:59 PM