i hit the low point of autumn quarter 2002 friday morning. i had stayed up all the previous night (must be something about thursdays) doing a midterm for logic and reading some crap about rhetoric in the ancient near east for my greek class. i finally went to bed around 5am to catch 2 hours of sleep before getting to class at 7:30. when i woke up at 7, i despaired: the wind howled, and the rain lashed against my window in a constant thumping staccato. on any other day, i would have immediately gone back to bed, thanking god for the rain. everyone knows, of course, that you’re not expected to go to class if it’s raining. however, friday was different, since i had to give a presentation in greek. so i got myself up and psyched for the long trek to the quad — just at, or over, a mile in distance.
my little black umbrella did little to help keep off the rain, though it was very useful in trying to pick me up off the ground and turning itself inside out. anyway, i got to class on time, only to see someone taping a sign on the door: “greek class cancelled today”. needless to say, i fumed, i raged, and i almost cried. then, with a resigned and broken sigh, i clutched my soaking jacket closer around my defeated frame, letting the cold seep in. utterly in hate with circumstance, i slogged through puddle after puddle back home, where i took off my sodden shoes and water-logged socks and fell into a fitful sleep that should never have been disturbed.
thankfully, friday night more than made up for the horror of the morning. we had suites formal. the theme was “high school homecoming”, and the title for the evening was, “a night in heaven under the sea in paris under the stars”, no doubt a tribute to those geniuses of originality that were our high school student councils/governments/presidents. always early and on top of things, i asked the wonderful erin spokes if she would be my date for the event late thursday night, and she accepted! a group of about 20 friends went to p.f. chang’s for dinner, and then boarded huge charter buses full of (thankfully not too many) drunk people. we were shuttled to sinbad’s, a club in san francisco, where we danced the night away to hip-hop tunes.
there were the usual sketchy-stanford-dance-party-event antics going on, and therefore never any lack of entertaining/immoral behavior being realized merely feet from my person. still, our party survived mostly unscathed. i was exhausted when the dj shut things down at 1am, after two straight hours of being on the dance floor without a break or even a stretch. since i was still tired from thursday night (only 2 hours before ‘class’, remember, and then only another 2 before i had a meeting friday morning), i wasn’t on my best game, but no one could say that i didn’t get my groove on, what.
all i’ve done today is shoot some paintballs in lake lagunita, so it was obviously very exciting. and that brings us to now, where i write what i’m listening to and then click ‘post & publish’.
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