I had a short laugh at the outlandish Belle and Sebastian reference in 500 Days of Summer. No one else in the auditorium responded, though. I keep having dreams with my late dogs in them, or just waking up with the same feeling. I'm continually sitting down to watch indie films with my 12-ounce friends: Pabst, Miller, Spaten, Red Stripe... I'm awfully skeptical of "crewcest." I've made my point.
University seems more similar to community college than I had expected. I feel like I've traded doing cool shit - reviewing instructor candidates for academic departments and coaching youth and younger in swimming - just to row, just to advance, just to earn a bachelor's.
Ask questions, question everything, they tell you, me. What if I tire of questioning?
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