I sat down with a group of ritzy women in the breakfast nook of the Bryan House today. The Bryan House is where the McRobbies live (they are the presidential family of IU). These women all work for the McRobbie family and are participating in the "Food Stamp Challenge", and will be eating on $21 this week. It was strange to sit around a table with older women in pearls and suits and listen to them talk excitedly about the challenge ahead of them this week. They said each of them had, at one point or another, been on food stamps or welfare.
One woman, named Tami, said she was the "kid" of the group. She is like me and needs a daily dose of sweets, and she drools over red velvet pound cake (with cream cheese icing). I liked her.
I was on campus today from 11:15 until 7:30. Tomorrow promises to be just as long of a day, only I start earlier. I have an exam on Wednesday, the BratPack Thanksgiving dinner to attend and cook for on Thursday, and Spencer's birthday on Friday. Next week is the real Thanksgiving, and it's about time we all get a break. I can't believe how quickly time has gone by this semester. We only have a few weeks left, and it's certainly crunch time. I have so many projects due and essays to write. Applications are going out for next semester's desk editors at the Indiana Daily Student and I wish I could apply. I finally feel like I fit in there, but I am limited by their competition - The Herald Times - which I am writing for next semester. Oh well. The HT will be great experience among older mentors, and I think it will give me some room to really do what I want.
I put up some Christmas lights last night. I can't wait to go buy a tree, although I don't have stand. Hmph. I really enjoy living alone, although I don't think I would have last year or the year before. It takes a certain level of comfort to live by yourself and come home to no one. I really like my space, though, so it suits me. And the BratPack has dispersed a lot this year, so it's not like I'm outside the hub of activity. I haven't seen Jersey in like two weeks, and I rarely see Alison. Cory is gone forever in California (and hopefully not being consumed by the raging fires!), Megan and Stacy are on the other side of town, and we all have schedules that make it hard to even stop for coffee.
Sigh. Big. Sigh.
My, how things have changed this year. My, how graduation is creeping up quickly. I'm not sure how I'll identify myself when I can no longer say I'm a student.
Responsibility! Opportunity! Intimidation! Books! I'll probably do a lot of leisure reading, because I've been so limited to text books and essays lately. If I ever get new glasses.
What a nerve-racking change of identity it is to go from student to member of the real world (although, I think it's all a matter of perspective). I'm worried if I don't get a job, I'll feel I've come to a dead halt. That's when I start to get depressed - when I feel I'm working towards nothing. I think that's why I'm so interested in journalism. There is an undertone of CHANGE THE WORLD, ONE READER AT A TIME! Progress. Journalism = progress? Indeed.
Remember the fortune cookie and its prediction?
My friend Gregg got the same one. What a buzz kill.
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