my resolution that Housing doesn’t Matter is being called into question by everyone’s fretting –reminders that it must, cuz surely swatties don’t stress over nothing. it’s hard being so far away. i can’t be active; i can only write emails and read read read.
i’ve been thinking about skool more in the past few days that i did the past few weeks. anne asked me yesterday what my best classes have been. she’ll be a senior at bryn mawr and is a little bored with the choices so she’s considering taking something at swat. i got all excited and blanked at the same time. best classes? can’t go wrong with religion. film. uh. everything’s, moreorless, been at least good. when do we have to choose classes by? i haven’t heard a word about it.
haven’t heard from cty either. my summer is very much up in the air. meanwhile, with little to distract me, i get sucked into the de–bates raging on the opinion page of the post. ben mentions casually in email that it’s a good thing he and i don’t discuss israel. he might be right. on the other hand, people here ask me what’s going on sometimes, or ask if i have family. the most anyone does thereafter is nod politely. no one challenges, no one fights. (no one cares?) with no opposition, to whatever it is i’m thinking, i can float along without a solid opinion myself. somebody, say something. inflammatory. awful. wise. thought-provoking. just so long as it’s important.