On Sunday, April 7th I found myself caught halfway between the Library and my home in the Morgan Apartments. Standing amidst the grass of Ransom Lawn I became engrossed in the beauty of the night and decided to record my experiences when I returned home.
These words, albeit improved and edited, are what the muse spoke through me.
This weekend I finished my English comps AND I went to a ballet. Real Adulthood, here I come.
I was walking backwards today, as usual, cracking jokes and spinning anecdotes to some visiting families when I had a really awkward moment. You might have suspected this if you've ever been on a campus tour, but we tour guides definitely have a practiced shpiel down. I like to think of it as a carefully timed guideline that I improvise off of, but it’s possible to throw me off if something unexpected happens.
"As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you."
- C. P. Cavafy's Ithaka
Or: avoiding The Scarlet Letter (#seniorcompsproblems) while instead having a surprisingly fun, unexpectedly Kenyon-y week at home. Sans tropical beach, sadly.
(The opposite of my spring break)