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accresceToday I came home to find:
1) A letter from John strategically placed on Logan's keyboard
2) A Target ad with all sorts of dorm room paraphernalia in it
The letter was a lovely surprise after a looooong day of camp. After reading it twice, I read a little in a linguistics book and fell asleep to the sound of thunder and rain. When I woke up I sort of drowsily paged through the Target ad. Then I went out to get allergy meds, and in the process I browsed Target for things. And by "things" I mean I was making mental notes about the things I would like to bring to school come August.
So because of that Target ad and my shopping excursion, I'm suddenly feeling restless and itching to get in gear for school. It seems sort of early for me to be feeling like this, but I guess my reaction speaks of (a) consumer culture's influence on my moods, (b) my repressed longings for Grinnell, or (c) my supremely materialistic side. Or all of the above. I dunno.
Now it's really going to be hard for me to concentrate on reading or writing or reflecting, and the rut of nothingness I'm currently in will continue. Blah.
1) A letter from John strategically placed on Logan's keyboard
2) A Target ad with all sorts of dorm room paraphernalia in it
The letter was a lovely surprise after a looooong day of camp. After reading it twice, I read a little in a linguistics book and fell asleep to the sound of thunder and rain. When I woke up I sort of drowsily paged through the Target ad. Then I went out to get allergy meds, and in the process I browsed Target for things. And by "things" I mean I was making mental notes about the things I would like to bring to school come August.
So because of that Target ad and my shopping excursion, I'm suddenly feeling restless and itching to get in gear for school. It seems sort of early for me to be feeling like this, but I guess my reaction speaks of (a) consumer culture's influence on my moods, (b) my repressed longings for Grinnell, or (c) my supremely materialistic side. Or all of the above. I dunno.
Now it's really going to be hard for me to concentrate on reading or writing or reflecting, and the rut of nothingness I'm currently in will continue. Blah.
