Sad...

...and not for anything I could have prepared for. Not for graduation, not for moving from Philly, but for fights over things I can not fathom and for which there is really not reason--if reason were to be sought.

Perhaps it is an ending, perhaps it is a redefinition. Either way, I'm sad for now. I hope to get over it, but I'm just not sure I ever can. It hurts that I hurt someone else withot ever meaning to. But I did, and there is nothing I can do to take away the hurt.

As with all things, I pray that time heals this wound as well.

Until then, I'll follow the yellow thick hose.

In The End

Four years of undergraduate antics, hard-work, determination, and a life-time supply (I hope) of bureaucratic bullshit and I don't even have a diploma to show for it. I have another 2 weeks or so to wait before I receive it in the mail.

In the mean time I have had a blast of a month relaxing and hanging out...I often felt lazy but then let myself remember the work I did over the past four years and the work that lay ahead and figured a few moments of laziness were called for.

This past weekend I spent cleaning and moving and now have a week's worth of cleaning and unpacking before I'm all settled. It's surprising, I don't think I'm as depressed about moving back as I thought I would be. Perhaps, it's the good news (sorta) I got: the religion department at my high school is losing at least one teacher over the summer...I'd love to go back and teach for a while and I'm TOTALLY qualified!

Hope everything is good out there, y'all...keeping on following that yellow thick hose!

"The Time Has Come," the Walrus said...

..."to talk of many things; of shoes and ships and sealing wax; of cabbages and kings; and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings."

But seriously, I think I'm going to start blogging again. I think it will help.

So, here's what's gone down since we last talked:

I was accepted to the University of Chicago Divinity School! I am, howeve, deferring a year since even with the money they gave me, it would still be about $40,000 year for me to live in Chicago...ug.

I have also graduated (with honor in the major) from Temple University! Hurray!

I am now facing an endless summer of menial labour in a hospital janitorial job. And an even more interminable year of God-only-knows-what while I try to get life on track...

..and that is why I have decided to start blogging again.

One Month...

One Month. If I go more than one month without an update to a blog I (usually) am done with that blog. Not necessarily because I don't want to, but more because I never get back in the habit of blogging.

One Month. Roughly speaking I have been in school, my final semester for one month. It's moving far too quickly, vanishing before my very sight. I am waist-deep stack of books that need to be read (technically should have been read), not for leisure, and not even for all my classes this semester. No, for one class. One class that I brought upon myself but in which I revel.

One Month. A little less than one month away from hearing back about my future life. Grad Apps are being reviewed now (I should probably get that last one in, huh?) and I'll know their decisions in about one month.

One Month. It's surprising...one month can seem like forever, in the case of the lattermost; one month can seem like nothing, in the case of the middle; one month can be the end of something, in the case of the former.

Hopefully this is the beginning of another swing of blogging. I think it would be quite useful for me. Expect at least one coming up....about the hecticness which is my life...