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Day 804: Listen to the Rain
Aug. 26th, 2009 07:54 amI was planning on running around campus today, running errands and taking care of business. It started to rain on my car just a teeny tiny bit as I was driving into the parking garage. Now, up in the commons, I can hear the rain beating against the little glass pyramid that serves as our skylight. It's loud and rhythmic and, oddly enough, a little comforting. I'm wearing my earphones, so anyone who looks at me will essentially think that I am full of the goofing off, but I am not. I am listening to the rain.
Like the song says.
I have an entire playlist of songs about the rain. The make me smile.
I wonder what it means, that most of my playlist for the first two months of school is comprised of melancholy songs like "Antifreeze and Aeroplanes" and "Fade" and "The Horror of Our Love".
There's a conundrum to liking a class or liking a professor. If I like a subject enough, or if I like the professor enough, I want to study, study, study my little brains out, learn anything and everything, always have a ready answer, seed the subject deep down into my soul. But there's a risk that comes with that. My writing takes a hit, after all. And my soul takes a pretty big hit, too. I can't do that much work for every single class without losing something; most likely my sanity.
But it's the beginning of the year and I want to be enthusiastic, especially since my first day was fill with something rather akin to dread. The second day was better. I'm hoping the third day, today, will be one of the best, even though now I can feel the rain starting to press in on my skull. Funny how that goes.
Like the song says.
I have an entire playlist of songs about the rain. The make me smile.
I wonder what it means, that most of my playlist for the first two months of school is comprised of melancholy songs like "Antifreeze and Aeroplanes" and "Fade" and "The Horror of Our Love".
There's a conundrum to liking a class or liking a professor. If I like a subject enough, or if I like the professor enough, I want to study, study, study my little brains out, learn anything and everything, always have a ready answer, seed the subject deep down into my soul. But there's a risk that comes with that. My writing takes a hit, after all. And my soul takes a pretty big hit, too. I can't do that much work for every single class without losing something; most likely my sanity.
But it's the beginning of the year and I want to be enthusiastic, especially since my first day was fill with something rather akin to dread. The second day was better. I'm hoping the third day, today, will be one of the best, even though now I can feel the rain starting to press in on my skull. Funny how that goes.
