quick post on the way out the door
I’m off to that old school. (Bard. My undergrad alma mater. Bad reference to a Steely Dan song about said school. Sorry.) It’s graduation weekend and there’s going to be a memorial service for a favorite professor who died this year. Clark Rodewald…I took a great class with him on The Faerie Queen and Paradise Lost. Sigh… Strange to think that class happened in ’92. It seems only a few months ago… This will be my first time back to Bard since my own graduation weekend in ’95. I’m a bit excited and a bit apprehensive. I suspect it’s going to be strange to be back there and be surrounded by kids with funny hair who are the same age I was when I had funny hair and thought I was terribly adult. Okay…so the funny hair thing hasn’t changed, but now I really am terribly adult. Terribly. Really. It’s just awful, in fact. Um…what was I going to say? Sorry…spiraling a bit out of control today. Avert your eyes. You don’t want to see the inside of my head.
Okay. So… End-of-the-year party at MC’s last night. Last time we all snuck covetous looks at the Pulitzer but this time it was tucked out of view. Guess he realized we found it in the bedroom last time. Pesky kids, we are. It’s true. Don’t leave writers unattended in your house. Ever. We’re nosy critters with a poor sense of boundaries.
The party was great, though bittersweet because the people I’m closest with, who are my best readers (outside of faculty), are graduating. They’ll still be my close friends and still be my best readers, but they won’t be next to me in class anymore and I’ll miss them.
So, off to Bard I go. Or rather, off to Grand Central to catch the train. My friend Anina is flying in from Austin for the event (Clark was a favorite for her too) and she’s picking me up from the train station. Haven’t seen her in three years, so I’m really looking forward to that. We plan to pretend we’re twenty. She’s in an MFA program while working full time and also about to marry. Sound familiar? We’re both in desperate need of a weekend of childishness. I’ll report back on Sunday or Monday if the stories aren’t too incriminating.
Meanwhile, Billy gets the house to himself for the first time since we moved in, and gets some quality time with the hounds.
Old Nick Cave, older Patti Smith, and a generous dose of Elliott Smith on the iPod for the trip up… I’ve got pages of a friend’s novel to read on the way, but sometimes I get sick reading on trains. If so, I’ve got the DB ribbed jacket tucked into my bag for train knitting.
Happy weekend to all.
have a great trip, and enjoy the weekend!
Posted by: Rebecca
Michelle a free STINKIN’ DRUNK pass to Christy via me, and I photocopied it and am sending it back to you. Two of ’em ackshully. Well, I *do* know you don’t drink, but what I’m talking about is more like this: party like the rock star you were then with none of the hangover-detritus of the same time period.
And you will always be a funny haired rock star to me. No matter how terribly adult you might think you are….. xox
Posted by: Rachael
Of course, I’m so terribly adult that I forgot to put the very important verb “sent” in my first sentence. Oy.
Mwah!
Posted by: Rachael
Adult? *snicker* I’m still trying…hope you have a wonderful weekend full of words, fibers and giggles.
Posted by: teresa
Rachael made an “oy!” I’m so proud.
Hon, you’ll pass for college-aged, no problem. So channel that rock star self how responsibly or irresponsibly you want to. Can’t wait to hear the stories.
Posted by: Em
Have a great weekend, ya grown-up. I hope we’ll hear all about it, *especially* the incriminating stories.
Posted by: alison
have a great trip, and enjoy the weekend!
Posted by: Rebecca
Michelle a free STINKIN’ DRUNK pass to Christy via me, and I photocopied it and am sending it back to you. Two of ’em ackshully. Well, I *do* know you don’t drink, but what I’m talking about is more like this: party like the rock star you were then with none of the hangover-detritus of the same time period.
And you will always be a funny haired rock star to me. No matter how terribly adult you might think you are….. xox
Posted by: Rachael
Of course, I’m so terribly adult that I forgot to put the very important verb “sent” in my first sentence. Oy.
Mwah!
Posted by: Rachael
Adult? *snicker* I’m still trying…hope you have a wonderful weekend full of words, fibers and giggles.
Posted by: teresa
Rachael made an “oy!” I’m so proud.
Hon, you’ll pass for college-aged, no problem. So channel that rock star self how responsibly or irresponsibly you want to. Can’t wait to hear the stories.
Posted by: Em
Have a great weekend, ya grown-up. I hope we’ll hear all about it, *especially* the incriminating stories.
Posted by: alison
You know, I always thought about taking a Rodewald class when I was at Bard, but my advisor was N. Leonard and she always told me not to, and I was always too intimidated by her to do anything contrary to her advice. I still wish I had done it anyway and studied with him when I had a chance. Everything I heard about him from other students pointed to him having been a really rigorous but rewarding teacher.
Posted by: susan
You know, I always thought about taking a Rodewald class when I was at Bard, but my advisor was N. Leonard and she always told me not to, and I was always too intimidated by her to do anything contrary to her advice. I still wish I had done it anyway and studied with him when I had a chance. Everything I heard about him from other students pointed to him having been a really rigorous but rewarding teacher.
Posted by: susan