In Which Our Heroine Gives An Update...
Okay, so... Start time.
Part I: Paideia Capstone
PCap stresses me out like mad. I have two projects and a paper to do during this next half of semester. And on Wednesday one of my group project members announced suddenly that he was dropping the class.
Great.
BUT I met with my prof and he said that our two-person group will be responsible for a half hour total of speaking. I'm ready for that. It was VERY helpful.
Part II: The Sonnet War and Ensuing Weirdness, being Part the Longest
The Sonnet War I had with William at the beginning of the month turned into four sonnets apiece written in one week, bickering. Said bickering has started a whole round of shipping. LOTS of shipping. As in William's entire immediate family have separately come to the conclusion that he needs to date and/or marry me. This has spread to our friends on campus, who have seen it fit to suggest string players follow us around and play romantic music when we see each other. *eye roll*
Since William's family is shipping us, he suggested that I meet his dad so that one of them had at least some idea who I am. His dad was on campus to talk to William's YA lit class (William's dad writes Arthurian YA lit). Last night, I was writing a paper on Iran's antagonistic relations with the United States, so the only time when I could meet him was right before said class.
I showed up a bit early because I wasn't sure I wanted to stay for the class since I a) wasn't in it and b) haven't read the readings for the day. When I got there, William and his dad were rearranging chairs.
William: "Dad, this is Emily" *broad gesture of annunciation at me*
His dad looked sort of surprised, shook my hand, and informed me that I write a "mean sonnet." It was slightly awkward, but pretty cool. We chatted. Then the prof walked in, and she AND William's dad suggested that I stay for the talk. *sigh* Okay...
So I stayed for his talk on an essay he wrote (which I have not read, but should have because it sounded interesting) and on his books (which I swear I have read one of, but I can't for the life of me remember which one...) and on YA literature in general. It was interesting, but difficult to follow when I hadn't read the text or know what the class had and hadn't discussed. I didn't discuss much.
Afterwards, I chatted with William and his dad for a bit. His dad gave me the not-so-subtle instruction of "Go gentle into that good night," "night" not meaning death as in the original context of the poem he referenced but meaning "date William."
It was... bizarre to say the least. Not bad. Fascinating, actually. But bizarre.
My life is so freaking weird.
Part III: Grant
He still likes me.
I know.
I know because the shipping thing came up on Wednesday while he and William and I were all at dinner. His face... I know others don't realize it because Grant is a practiced squelcher. But I'm a squelcher, too. I know. I could see his smile grow brittle, hear him get quiet, see him leave without really saying goodbye.
And it hurt me to see him hurt.
I need to talk to him about things. I'm not sure how, but I need him to stop squelching, because it's not healthy. And I worry about him. I don't like him like that anymore, but I still CARE.
Part IV: Difficulties with all this romance bullshit
Emily needs to be single. Emily NEEDS to be single. But Emily's life grows more complicated by the minute and Emily's friends do NOT understand the need to be single. Apparently, being single is something forced upon people and not something they choose for themselves. Oie.
Part V: Friends
I adore my friends, I really do, but my friend Danielle has recently entered into a relationship with my friend Andrew, and I'm worried. Danielle is flighty. She has had one "He's the one!" level crush per month since the start of the year. I worry about Andrew. He's a great guy, and he doesn't deserve that flightiness if it comes into the relationship. He doesn't deserve that.
I hope to hell I'm wrong.
But I'm not so sure I am.
Part VI: Roman Numerals
They make me feel powerful. Like some sort of orderer of the world.
Sometimes I need that.
Part : It's break time!
Yep, I'm home. I'm excited about it. The dog missed me. My parental beings missed me. My brother is back at school, but he called to tell my mom he got his on-campus job for next year. I got to talk to him, and he was pretty enthusiastic while talking.
No drama, some work, a haircut, some reading, and a lot of relaxation.
But it's only a week.
Part I: Paideia Capstone
PCap stresses me out like mad. I have two projects and a paper to do during this next half of semester. And on Wednesday one of my group project members announced suddenly that he was dropping the class.
Great.
BUT I met with my prof and he said that our two-person group will be responsible for a half hour total of speaking. I'm ready for that. It was VERY helpful.
Part II: The Sonnet War and Ensuing Weirdness, being Part the Longest
The Sonnet War I had with William at the beginning of the month turned into four sonnets apiece written in one week, bickering. Said bickering has started a whole round of shipping. LOTS of shipping. As in William's entire immediate family have separately come to the conclusion that he needs to date and/or marry me. This has spread to our friends on campus, who have seen it fit to suggest string players follow us around and play romantic music when we see each other. *eye roll*
Since William's family is shipping us, he suggested that I meet his dad so that one of them had at least some idea who I am. His dad was on campus to talk to William's YA lit class (William's dad writes Arthurian YA lit). Last night, I was writing a paper on Iran's antagonistic relations with the United States, so the only time when I could meet him was right before said class.
I showed up a bit early because I wasn't sure I wanted to stay for the class since I a) wasn't in it and b) haven't read the readings for the day. When I got there, William and his dad were rearranging chairs.
William: "Dad, this is Emily" *broad gesture of annunciation at me*
His dad looked sort of surprised, shook my hand, and informed me that I write a "mean sonnet." It was slightly awkward, but pretty cool. We chatted. Then the prof walked in, and she AND William's dad suggested that I stay for the talk. *sigh* Okay...
So I stayed for his talk on an essay he wrote (which I have not read, but should have because it sounded interesting) and on his books (which I swear I have read one of, but I can't for the life of me remember which one...) and on YA literature in general. It was interesting, but difficult to follow when I hadn't read the text or know what the class had and hadn't discussed. I didn't discuss much.
Afterwards, I chatted with William and his dad for a bit. His dad gave me the not-so-subtle instruction of "Go gentle into that good night," "night" not meaning death as in the original context of the poem he referenced but meaning "date William."
It was... bizarre to say the least. Not bad. Fascinating, actually. But bizarre.
My life is so freaking weird.
Part III: Grant
He still likes me.
I know.
I know because the shipping thing came up on Wednesday while he and William and I were all at dinner. His face... I know others don't realize it because Grant is a practiced squelcher. But I'm a squelcher, too. I know. I could see his smile grow brittle, hear him get quiet, see him leave without really saying goodbye.
And it hurt me to see him hurt.
I need to talk to him about things. I'm not sure how, but I need him to stop squelching, because it's not healthy. And I worry about him. I don't like him like that anymore, but I still CARE.
Part IV: Difficulties with all this romance bullshit
Emily needs to be single. Emily NEEDS to be single. But Emily's life grows more complicated by the minute and Emily's friends do NOT understand the need to be single. Apparently, being single is something forced upon people and not something they choose for themselves. Oie.
Part V: Friends
I adore my friends, I really do, but my friend Danielle has recently entered into a relationship with my friend Andrew, and I'm worried. Danielle is flighty. She has had one "He's the one!" level crush per month since the start of the year. I worry about Andrew. He's a great guy, and he doesn't deserve that flightiness if it comes into the relationship. He doesn't deserve that.
I hope to hell I'm wrong.
But I'm not so sure I am.
Part VI: Roman Numerals
They make me feel powerful. Like some sort of orderer of the world.
Sometimes I need that.
Part : It's break time!
Yep, I'm home. I'm excited about it. The dog missed me. My parental beings missed me. My brother is back at school, but he called to tell my mom he got his on-campus job for next year. I got to talk to him, and he was pretty enthusiastic while talking.
No drama, some work, a haircut, some reading, and a lot of relaxation.
But it's only a week.