Saturday, April 21, 2012

The Weapons of War

I think some explanation of where we've been and where we're going to be for the next few weeks is in order, before we drop of the face of the earth.

For those of you still in school, you know what great fear looms before us in the next few days.

For those who have graduated to real life, let me be explicit. Finals are coming up, and as you may remember, lives hang in the balance. Our futures are to be exalted or ruined by the level of brilliance we can muster at at 8 AM every morning for a week and by the flick of a single red pen.

There are girls already permanently encamped in our dorm's basement. They have staked their claim on their particular piece of table and set up a permanent residence, leaving their coffee mugs, books, computers, planners and schedules strewn about like so much detritus of war.

One girl has taped her carefully typed schedule to the wall above her section of table. I stopped to look at it the other day. She has every minute until the end of the year planned out and it's color coded. It made me want to run upstairs and put my head under my pillow.

Susan is one of these permanently encamped basement girls. She has secured herself a nice cubical and intends to fight tooth and nail should anyone challenge her territory.

I've built myself a fox hole elsewhere and have stacked my books up the wall in preparation for a long siege.

Needless to say, we may be absent from the Blogosphere for a week or two.

Who could find time to blog when the call has come down from the Akropolis, telling us that it is time to pick up our shields and defend ourselves? Asking us to open our veins and find out how much black ink runs in them?

After finals, however, we should be back with a summer's worth of free time to fill the internet with a wealth of words. Susan will be going home . . . and I?

I am going to Paris!

I will be there for two weeks and will try to do a at least a few posts from wherever internet is to be found.

Until the outcome is decided,

                               farewell bloggers.



  1. Good luck on your finals! I've been out of school for a bit, but I'm going back this fall, and if there is one thing i don't miss at all it is that feeling of panic right before finals.

    1. Thank you, Peter. Yes, panic is so much fun ;)