Today as I was folding clothes I was thinking about how I write much less than I used to. In high school I used to write in my journal almost daily-- how lovely it was to have a log of what I had done. Now, I think 'oh I should write that down' but then I never end up actually getting to my black book or my blog. It's disappointing in the least.
One Thursday several weeks ago Jin and I were sitting on the sparse grass on campus when DW just happened to be walking past. I shouted a hello and he walked over to say hi. He about summed up my general overall sense of graduation, "so, how was the biggest anti-climax of your life?" he inquired. I don't think I could have worded it much better.
Graduation-- the actual ceremony, listening to Bill Clinton speak, being in the stadium (for the first time ever)-- it was all, well, what I could imagine it to be. I'm reminded of a convo I had with Louis (my 325 prof) several months earlier, where, even then, I knew college wasn't all that I expected it to be when I was a kid. "But I always thought I would leave college with a 'genius' status" rather than with 2 horses, a boyfriend from a different continent, and my first C+.
Don't get me wrong, college was amazing. I understand the AP pretentious thing, I'll even admit to sometimes behaving in such a way-- but having attended 2 other schools I also understand how fucking difficult UM can be at times. Classes, hot poetry professor, being the worst political scientist ever, living at owen, perhaps even all of the drunken making out. Salzburg, Italy, South Africa. My one piece of advice for college would be: study abroad. Living in a far off country with the 'crutch of school' (because school will always be familiar, and having that set-school-schedule makes the 'culture shock' much more manageable) provides an invaluable learning experience. The RSA gave me some of my best college memories.
Life post-graduation was to be expected: horses. I've been not-so-actively marketing my ponies but it doesn't so much bother me that there hasn't been much interest. I don't really want to sell them (even though I know that I need to) but I'm quite enjoying the idea of showing little R this summer, and having the little girls show little E. I spent a long weekend in Indiana with S-Bear and Biscut at the FEI Jr/Yr clinic with George Williams. Mingling with people who have so much money they're not quite sure what to do with it can be intimidating, but in the realm of horses even more so... at least for me. By the end of the weekend everyone warmed up to each other (and stopped judging us based on our horse's breed) and, low-and-behold, I found some new facebook friends.
This past week AVH rocked up from the great land of retired people. We had a whirlwind of 3 days (was it really only 3 days?), spent 2 on the west side of the state. I think that if I had any lingering infatuation (it's under speculation as to whether it existed during the March visit) it dissolved by the May visit. I love this boy. That sums it up.
Sometimes I wonder if life will ever slow down. I should write more often.
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