I've been absent a few days. Not that anyone said anything, but I felt it. This strange emptiness. . . my need to blab on and on about the most banal things, aka my life.
So what happened? A few things, beginning on Friday, post-post. (ha ha ha.)
1. I found out I'm reading at the English reading series this Friday. Yep, I'm reading my poetry to a bunch of strangers. (Unless you come. Friday, 18 November, noon, HBLL auditorium.)
2. I had an email from my poetry professor, with a postscript asking me if I had checked my box that day. I hadn't, so I raced to campus and found. . .
3. a letter telling me I had received the first 218 internship. This means I'll TA next semester and (if I do well) have my own class next fall. 218 is a creative writing class. Creative. Writing. Oy.
What came next was 1) excitement and 2) a whole bunch of guilt. I knew that getting the reading and the internship meant that my friends who had also applied didn't get them--and I kind of wished they had the reading or the internship.
I didn't want to blog about it, because I knew at least one of those friends reads this blog. And I wanted to tell that friend in person. And it was really really really hard. And yes, Tolkien Boy, I'm excessively fond of intensifiers.
I've been rocketing back and forth between excitement, guilt, pride, fear, and annoyance (this one due to my family's reaction) all weekend. Which resulted in friend abuse, etc. And now blog abuse. And now I'm going to post what I wanted to post on Friday:
Everyone is invited to the English Reading Series graduate student reading on Friday, 18 November 2005 at noon in the HBLL auditorium. Joe Plicka, who is brilliant, will be reading. Oh, and me too. Oh dear.
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Very very very cool, eg. Congratulations.
eg,
i love you very very much and am very very happy for you.
congrats eg. that's great
Congrats on the TA position. And on the poetry reading. I can't promise I'll be able to make it--my car's not working right now, and I only got to work this morning because Bawb was willing to spend twenty minutes commuting.
And we need to do cookies. When?
Do you know whether you're going to be reading first or second?
I don't know. In past readings they've had the poet go first and then the prose. But I don't know. I'll see if I can find out.
Hey, congrats! I might try to make it on my lunch, but if I don't have the energy, I'll be sad to miss it.
Also, this sentence:
I'm excessively fond of intensifiers.
made me smile a lot. :)
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