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before the big plunge
Oct. 8th, 2011 07:09 pmRumors fly about Mountain Day every year, but this year it seemed that there were more than usual. Having a week and a half of rain can do that. On Wednesday, the rain finally broke. It was sunny, and twenty-something (a high something) of my Facebook friends posted angrily about the lack of mountain in their day.
( Mountain Day exploits! )
Friday afternoon, after finishing my physics midterm (and buying a new writing/everything notebook for VP onwards), I felt like I got to breathe. I lay outside in October sunshine and... well, and realized that, oh, Viable Paradise is in two days. Thought about writing, about my life. Having the space to do that is important, and I lack that sometimes these days. Going to the REU was a good thing, but I ended up without all that much time to just sit and be this summer. As my former Special Collections boss said in sympathy, there just isn't time to read.
Now I'm partway toward VP already. Tomorrow I go the rest of the way, and will submerge into that world for a week. I hope that the writer part of my brain wakes up. I hope that I learn, and write, and read, and make friends. I hope I get to explore the island. And I hope that all my plans for getting back to MHC on Friday night work out. Hold my breath and cross my fingers, and that's all that I can do.
( Mountain Day exploits! )
Friday afternoon, after finishing my physics midterm (and buying a new writing/everything notebook for VP onwards), I felt like I got to breathe. I lay outside in October sunshine and... well, and realized that, oh, Viable Paradise is in two days. Thought about writing, about my life. Having the space to do that is important, and I lack that sometimes these days. Going to the REU was a good thing, but I ended up without all that much time to just sit and be this summer. As my former Special Collections boss said in sympathy, there just isn't time to read.
Now I'm partway toward VP already. Tomorrow I go the rest of the way, and will submerge into that world for a week. I hope that the writer part of my brain wakes up. I hope that I learn, and write, and read, and make friends. I hope I get to explore the island. And I hope that all my plans for getting back to MHC on Friday night work out. Hold my breath and cross my fingers, and that's all that I can do.