Twice...

...is over for the year. Sad. But sitting in the grass between NMQ and SMQ, eating a second dinner of pizza and cranberry soda, was perfect. Then watching "Wonder Boys" with Brenna and Marnie, in the nice Hinman air conditioning. That movie is either amazing or I just think it is because I write.

I'm going to miss so much while I'm abroad. And then while I'm on TM. Sometimes I wish I could just switch to a Creative Writing major, lose all job prospects, and spend a year in the fiction sequence. Or that I could go back in time, un-take Arthur Golden's class, and then spend senior year in the fiction sequence.

But oh well. I've learned a lot in the Golden class, even if he can be a ginormous tool. I'll still read his next book, if he ever finishes it. And I'll forget eventually his disdain for journalists, and his attitude that because I'm in Medill, I couldn't possibly have written a story before. God - "Meagan's in Medill, and if I'm not mistaken, this is her first short story?" "No, actually, it isn't." [Awkward silence.] (I don't even know how to react to that - was he telling the class in not-so-subtle terms that my story sucked, but that was okay because I had no clue what I was doing? Or was he just being patronizing? But that's a separate rant.) The class has been good for me, though, and it's empowered me in a way - but I guess that sounds ridiculous. Just made me more conscious of the choices I make and the options I have in my writing. Which is what I really needed anyway.

Apparently this journal is getting a little bit more serious, for now. I think it's all the nostalgia the end of the year imposes on me. I'm going to get a new blog for when I go to Argentina, since there's stuff here I wouldn't want all my Twice members and coworkers and bosses and family to read, but I'll come back to mondolikeacondo/"Reporting from Central Time" next January. And I'll be writing this summer, hopefully. I need to make a summer to-do list...