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Mar. 18th, 2005 02:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
godreamSo would you rather read:
I wrote most of an entry the day before yesterday, and it went like this:
So my hall is currently interviewing GRTs, which is an interesting endeavor. It's bizarre a little to be on the other end of this sort of application process, with essays and resumes and even a few numbers, wielding the secret weapon of Google searching, though to be honest I'm actually enjoying it. We've been talking to one a night for an hour or so, starting off with a list of questions (including one delivered by our talking table) and then eventually falling off into more open discussion and our nightly cocoa.
It's interesting that when we were first choosing candidates, discussing applications, lots of our talks turned into controversy over one particular point. This one's strongly religious, this one's feminist, this one (of all things) likes TV shows that are too mainstream. I wonder how much of it is because we're trying to make a judgement (more or less) of another person based on a tiny sheaf of paper, and it's easier to argue about whether what the hall really needs is girl power than to try to figure out by glimpses of the parts what the whole will be like -- and then I wonder a little if when we applied here and to other colleges, apply for scholarships or UROPs or whatever, if the Powers That Be that glance through stacks of paper like ours get preoccupied in the same way.
And it's finally getting sunny and warm! Okay, granted, my standards for warm seem to be "above 40 degrees Fahrenheit." But still. Crisp blue skies and actual sun, hurrah!
But now ... I don't know. My mom is sick and so are all my friends. Yesterday my mom and my little stepbrother were in a car accident. Today the room my little sister and my stepsister share caught fire; all their stuff is gone. No one is hurt, thank God, and we're insured... but I'm shaken, and I've been miles away the whole time this happened. I can't imagine how rough it is for them. Yikes. I need sleep, but it seems like a pretty mild problem in the big picture, doesn't it?
six poems implode upon themselves,
as if tiny whirling dead stars, consumed
by their own self-conscious weight and certainty.
life is suddenly exponential, fanning
exposed horizons of emotions that smile smugly
from the expert's well-dealt hand.
i've heard these things come in threes, i say,
while we wait.
I wrote most of an entry the day before yesterday, and it went like this:
So my hall is currently interviewing GRTs, which is an interesting endeavor. It's bizarre a little to be on the other end of this sort of application process, with essays and resumes and even a few numbers, wielding the secret weapon of Google searching, though to be honest I'm actually enjoying it. We've been talking to one a night for an hour or so, starting off with a list of questions (including one delivered by our talking table) and then eventually falling off into more open discussion and our nightly cocoa.
It's interesting that when we were first choosing candidates, discussing applications, lots of our talks turned into controversy over one particular point. This one's strongly religious, this one's feminist, this one (of all things) likes TV shows that are too mainstream. I wonder how much of it is because we're trying to make a judgement (more or less) of another person based on a tiny sheaf of paper, and it's easier to argue about whether what the hall really needs is girl power than to try to figure out by glimpses of the parts what the whole will be like -- and then I wonder a little if when we applied here and to other colleges, apply for scholarships or UROPs or whatever, if the Powers That Be that glance through stacks of paper like ours get preoccupied in the same way.
And it's finally getting sunny and warm! Okay, granted, my standards for warm seem to be "above 40 degrees Fahrenheit." But still. Crisp blue skies and actual sun, hurrah!
But now ... I don't know. My mom is sick and so are all my friends. Yesterday my mom and my little stepbrother were in a car accident. Today the room my little sister and my stepsister share caught fire; all their stuff is gone. No one is hurt, thank God, and we're insured... but I'm shaken, and I've been miles away the whole time this happened. I can't imagine how rough it is for them. Yikes. I need sleep, but it seems like a pretty mild problem in the big picture, doesn't it?
six poems implode upon themselves,
as if tiny whirling dead stars, consumed
by their own self-conscious weight and certainty.
life is suddenly exponential, fanning
exposed horizons of emotions that smile smugly
from the expert's well-dealt hand.
i've heard these things come in threes, i say,
while we wait.
