In a Dear Green Place

I’m sitting in my room (groovin’ to B.B. King because I felt in need of some blues) at the end of the first week that I’ve felt like a proper student. Since we finished orientation I’ve been left pretty much to my own devices. I was looking forward to things being a bit busier and this week it got busy, relatively speaking. I only have two classes and both classes meet at 4 in the afternoon. This makes my friends with much heavier loads look at me with envy and loathing. I feel like a slacker too. However, reading lists for both classes are quite impressive so I’ll have plenty to keep me occupied. It’ll be a lot of work, just not a lot of time in class. We don’t have any exams for these classes. All my grades will come from the two essays I write for each class and then my dissertation this summer. This makes me a little nervous. Class here is very self-directed which also makes me nervous because I have a tendency to be a horrible procrastinator. I’ll either learn to conquer that or suffer I guess.

I also attended a poetry reading at the Mitchell Library. Last Thursday was Scotland’s National Poetry Day and the library hosted an event called “A Novel Approach” which paired up well-known novels with collections of poetry that were similar in style or subject. It was really fun and I found some new poets to read as well as some new novels. There were only a handful of people there but it was a great night.

Last weekend went by in a blur because of General Conference but my busy-ness came to a halt this Friday. I can’t really remember doing anything much at all. I do remember spending some time watching a group of people in white play some rousing rounds of croquet at the park near here. Exciting stuff.

The only other thing on my mind is what I’m going to be for Halloween. I’m going to a party on the 27th and I have nothing to wear. When I was cramming what was humanly possible into two suitcases I didn’t think about costumes. Besides, fun stuff would’ve taken up space necessary for really important things, like shoes. My friend Mannie and I checked out a couple of charity and vintage shops this week but I’m very poor and this costume will have to come from little more than spit and imagination. Any ideas?

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