Saturday, July 19, 2008
Another beautiful Gwynn's Island sunset.....and another completely unrelated commentary.
When I was hacking a path through my basement the other day, I stumbled upon a box of stuff from my college days. Finding stuff like this, to me, is the equivalent of finding a treasure chest.
It never ceases to amaze me how much of my life I have forgotten already, but thanks to my inability to throw most things away, such treasure chests serve as a reminder of a life I once lived.
Among the multitude of items found in this box are:
1. Ticket stub to a Talking Heads concert I attended at U-Hall in Charlottesville on Wednesday, October 12, 1983. I do remember this event, but I’d rather not talk about it. It involves a whole lot of Teenage Stupidity. Thank you.
2. Various letters from various former boyfriends. I did a whole lot of cringing when I was reading those. My face hurts. I have a sore neck from shaking my head in utter disbelief. Why does it take 40+ years for a human being to have any sense? Actually, do I have any yet? This is up for debate.
3. A mid-term exam from my “People of the Caribbean” class. One of the questions required me to write a short essay to compare and contrast “settler" colonies and “exploitation” colonies, and explain how the distinction does or does not coincide with the distinction between Hispanic and non-Hispanic colonization in the Caribbean. HUH? Is it actually possible that I even understood the question and wrote a response to this? What happened to all this information? Where did it go? Can I get it back? I paid good money for that college education and for what? The ability to remember a Talking Heads concert and nothing else?
4. A notice from the library that I had 5 books about Haiti overdue. The overdue notice does not surprise me one bit. The fact that I read 5 books on Haiti is incredible, though. If my life depended on it, I could not tell you one single fact about Haiti this moment. Other than it exists on planet Earth.
5. A list of things I wanted to talk over with my guidance counselor the one and only time I met with him in the 4 years and 3 months (don’t ask) of my college career. I wanted him to tell me if I should double-major (NO!) and if the following courses were OK to take: Introduction to International Politics; National Government of U.S.; Spanish 301 Conversation and Spanish 311 Grammar. I took International Politics? Really?? International Politics?
There’s plenty more in this box, but I am too confused right now to look any more. I’m scared of what else I’ll find that I’ve forgotten.
Such as a twenty year old child.