Today
Two weeks of spring break and I was not looking forward to my
3:30 class. Anyway, I was almost ready to do it, fooling around at home – sweatpants and all – when, at
2:30 sharp, I remembered that class starts at
2:30. I spent the next fifteen minutes being Jack Bauer’s soul twin, counting the seconds and accomplishing what would normally take me three times as long. Briefly freaked out, swore out loud, got out of sweat pants and into jeans, put on shoes, grabbed house keys and completely empty backpack, grabbed bike that I hadn’t used since November but didn’t notice deflated tires, biked to office to pick up class materials, biked to class, barely avoided a few minor accidents, realized that my legs are too sore for biking from yesterday’s run, and finally made it into the room: hardly able to catch my breath. Normally I wouldn’t be in such a rush but I was teaching the class.
Value Size
It has been almost three full years since I graduated from college and even my Colgate hoody (which I am incidentally wearing as I write this) is losing the battle with the washer and has what used to be its maroon fading away. But while most of my college memorabilia are similarly doomed, I do have one true companion still occupying a place of honor in my bedroom (because a makeup shelf
is a place of honor): the box of Q-tips that I bought – I don’t even remember when – during my sophomore year? Do people realize how hard it is to finish a value pack of Q-tips? I travel with Q-tips and eagerly give them away and I am the queen of finding ingenious uses for the little fellows. But if there is one thing I know for sure, it is that tomorrow I am going to wake up to a more than sufficient supply of Q-tips. I think that, years from today, when that box that has literally been next to me on so many special and non-special days is at last depleted, I can finally say, now I am through with college.