It’s official: Summer has officially begun. A few days ago, I arrived in the green mountains hoping for some sunshine and warm weather, only to be met by fog and rain. The sun did manage to break through the clouds yesterday and this morning, however, and naturally I took advantage of the opportunity by doing some gardening. Having so much time on my hands this summer, I have high expectations for both my kitchen garden and flowerbeds. In a spur of enthusiasm and optimism last night, I drew up some cursory garden plans by the light of the television screen. This morning, I awoke early to get a head start while the sun was still shining and went out to the yard.
However, my bucolic pleasures were to be short-lived. My father came out and informed me that my Uncles Bob and Bobby, who had spoken of paying a visit from Boston, had just called to inform us that they were 30 miles away and planned to drop by the house for lunch. Now, I love my uncles, but today was not the day. The house was a mess, I badly needed a shower, and we were running out of food. My gardening was to be put on hold. Bob and Bobby arrived, right on schedule, “so happy to have caught us.” I made a haphazard lunch and we entertained them for a few hours out on the patio whilst the air grew chill and the clouds darkened. We will be meeting them for dinner tonight and for lunch tomorrow. No more gardening for me. At least for today.
On another note, when the weather is as changeable and unsatisfactory as it has been these past few days, I have to spend my time indoors. And what better way to spend time indoors, but to do crafts (I now have a playlist on my computer, jokingly entitled “Crafty Music”) and read.
After graduation last year, I remember thinking how much time I had to do reading that I had put off. Being OCD as I am, I made a list of what I hoped to read by the end of the summer. Sur enough, by the time September rolled around, I had completed all of the titles on my 15-book reading list.
Well, this year, I have even more time, and I have already gotten busy on the reading front. This time, however, even before the summer had started I had a 14-book list. That doesn’t even account for the books I will find along the way. So....perhaps I will be looking at maybe 17/18 books. Let’s see what I can manage...
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Below, I have my reading list (as of today—May 21st) in case anyone is interested:
*An asterisk denotes something already completed (yay efficiency!)
*Everything is Illuminated (Jonathan Safran Foer)
Les Fleurs du Mal (Charles Baudelaire)
Catch-22
The Memoirs of Giacomo Casanova
Mansfield Park (Jane Austen)
Emma (Jane Austen)
*Lolita (Vladimir Nabokov)
Daisy Miller (Henry James)
*The Return of the King (J.R.R. Tolkien)
Wives and Daughters (Elizabeth Gaskell)
Cranford (Elizabeth Gaskell)
A Room with a View (E.M. Forster)
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
A Whirlwind End to Freshman Year
It's over. My freshman year of college is over. It's been hard telling that to myself over these past few days, but now, the realization of the fact is finally setting in.
Final exams were, needless to say, intense. Not in a bad way, but in a, "Let's make you sweat a little" way. Thankfully, I had a a few days' respite before beginning my exam schedule. My first exam was, without a doubt, my hardest--Dr Paul's Medieval History test. I am pretty sure that I drilled myself more for that exam than I did for the SATs. But, by the end of the exam, I was confident that I had done my best. After all, all we ever wanted was to make Dr Paul proud. God, how I will miss that man. Anyway, my other exams were not as difficult but still ensured that I would be attending many, many study parties (often several hours in duration), stressing into the wee hours of the night, and consuming more units of caffeine than is probably good for my health. Let's just say that by the time Friday afternoon rolled around, and I was beat. After my French exam on that rainy, cold, and generally disagreeable Friday afternoon, I was ready for some down time.
Within half an hour of my departure from the exam, I was on my way to Manhattan for a night of fun and frivolity made possible by Cara's excellent planning skills. Cara had about a week of free time between her final exams and decided that she would spend her time doing all of the New York things she had been meaning to do. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend most of the festivities which included walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, going to a Broadway show, etcetera. However, on Friday night, I was ready for some fun.
Reed, Cara, and I first took the magical D down to the MoMA, which I had never been to before. Now, I'm usually not a fan of modern art, but considering that 1) I felt I should go at least once 2) I was with good museum buddies 3) It was free, I was ready to go. There were a lot of interesting things, as well as many disinteresting things, and some things that were just ridiculous, but I had a great time. Afterwards, we met up with Lindy and went out to my first Thai restaurant. Stop three was the Strand aka the best place ever. Finally, we went down to the Upright Citizens Brigade, a comedy club down in Chelsea. What a way to spend a Friday night!
Saturday, Tyler and I went down to the city to roam around the village. Thankfully, the weather had cleared up. First, we actually went down to Ground Zero on a whim. I hadn't been down there for at least thre years. Everything around the site looks completely new and filled with life. The area is filled with tourists and trendy new restaurants, but the actual site looks the same as it did seven years ago. There are still construction workers everywhere and the site is still eerily empty. Creepy stuff. Afterwards we wandered around the Village, went to many street fairs, and got lost many times. However, the day passed pleasantly enough.
So, it was my last night at Fordham. The last night in my room, the last night in Queen's Court, my last Sodhexo dinner for a few months. Most people had left and the building was uncomfortably quiet. I sat down in my room and started to pack up what had become my life: my photographs, my knick-knacks, and my books. It was all very sad. In the midst of my packing, I heard a rap at the door. It was Reed and Cara, both dressed up, and looking very excited. Cara came up to me and said, "You are a freshman at Fordham, it's your last night, and you have never been to Tinker's. You're going!" At first I was less than amused. But then, as I got ready in record time, I was a little bit excited. I was going to see the place after hearing so much about it. So, we got there. There was a great band playing, my friends were not drinking, the place was not too crowded, and I must admit, I had a great time. Afterwards, we sat out on Eddie's and just enjoyed the night air.
What a great way to end my freshman year. The next day, I woke up early and packed the remainder of my belongings. It was sad to leave but I felt fulfilled. I had a great first year, met wonderful people, and have become a better person. I feel as if I lived my time to the fullest. The last few days, spent with my dear friends and filled with new experiences, were a great way to wrap up the year. So when I went to my last mass, had my last brunch with Cara, and received my last good-bye hugs, I was sad, but more so, I was so excited about the great year ahead in the fall.
Thank you, Fordham, for a great year. Next year's going to be even better :)
Final exams were, needless to say, intense. Not in a bad way, but in a, "Let's make you sweat a little" way. Thankfully, I had a a few days' respite before beginning my exam schedule. My first exam was, without a doubt, my hardest--Dr Paul's Medieval History test. I am pretty sure that I drilled myself more for that exam than I did for the SATs. But, by the end of the exam, I was confident that I had done my best. After all, all we ever wanted was to make Dr Paul proud. God, how I will miss that man. Anyway, my other exams were not as difficult but still ensured that I would be attending many, many study parties (often several hours in duration), stressing into the wee hours of the night, and consuming more units of caffeine than is probably good for my health. Let's just say that by the time Friday afternoon rolled around, and I was beat. After my French exam on that rainy, cold, and generally disagreeable Friday afternoon, I was ready for some down time.
Within half an hour of my departure from the exam, I was on my way to Manhattan for a night of fun and frivolity made possible by Cara's excellent planning skills. Cara had about a week of free time between her final exams and decided that she would spend her time doing all of the New York things she had been meaning to do. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend most of the festivities which included walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, going to a Broadway show, etcetera. However, on Friday night, I was ready for some fun.
Reed, Cara, and I first took the magical D down to the MoMA, which I had never been to before. Now, I'm usually not a fan of modern art, but considering that 1) I felt I should go at least once 2) I was with good museum buddies 3) It was free, I was ready to go. There were a lot of interesting things, as well as many disinteresting things, and some things that were just ridiculous, but I had a great time. Afterwards, we met up with Lindy and went out to my first Thai restaurant. Stop three was the Strand aka the best place ever. Finally, we went down to the Upright Citizens Brigade, a comedy club down in Chelsea. What a way to spend a Friday night!
Saturday, Tyler and I went down to the city to roam around the village. Thankfully, the weather had cleared up. First, we actually went down to Ground Zero on a whim. I hadn't been down there for at least thre years. Everything around the site looks completely new and filled with life. The area is filled with tourists and trendy new restaurants, but the actual site looks the same as it did seven years ago. There are still construction workers everywhere and the site is still eerily empty. Creepy stuff. Afterwards we wandered around the Village, went to many street fairs, and got lost many times. However, the day passed pleasantly enough.
So, it was my last night at Fordham. The last night in my room, the last night in Queen's Court, my last Sodhexo dinner for a few months. Most people had left and the building was uncomfortably quiet. I sat down in my room and started to pack up what had become my life: my photographs, my knick-knacks, and my books. It was all very sad. In the midst of my packing, I heard a rap at the door. It was Reed and Cara, both dressed up, and looking very excited. Cara came up to me and said, "You are a freshman at Fordham, it's your last night, and you have never been to Tinker's. You're going!" At first I was less than amused. But then, as I got ready in record time, I was a little bit excited. I was going to see the place after hearing so much about it. So, we got there. There was a great band playing, my friends were not drinking, the place was not too crowded, and I must admit, I had a great time. Afterwards, we sat out on Eddie's and just enjoyed the night air.
What a great way to end my freshman year. The next day, I woke up early and packed the remainder of my belongings. It was sad to leave but I felt fulfilled. I had a great first year, met wonderful people, and have become a better person. I feel as if I lived my time to the fullest. The last few days, spent with my dear friends and filled with new experiences, were a great way to wrap up the year. So when I went to my last mass, had my last brunch with Cara, and received my last good-bye hugs, I was sad, but more so, I was so excited about the great year ahead in the fall.
Thank you, Fordham, for a great year. Next year's going to be even better :)
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