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morrigirlThe New Yorker of the month award for September goes to the awesomely hot chick who was walking behind me as I ambled up to my apartment building after work last night. Some dude in a white mini van pulled up to the curb and started whispering naughty things to her. Without so much as a glance in his direction she said "I like girls."
The guy seemed a little taken aback. "Well, that's good too."
"Yeah, it is."
"Well, good luck with that," and the monster drove off. I giggled as I unlocked the front door and resisted the urge to turn around and scream "THAT WAS GREAT!"
The fall semester is well underway here at Sarah Lawrence. It's orientation week so there are plenty of activities going on around campus. Yesterday there was free Ben & Jerry's ice cream being distributed outside the Pub, today there's a vendor fair on the Westlands North Lawn. I've already been over. There weren't many stalls set up when I passed by. I want some posters to put on my greivously bare walls, but at 10:30 AM there were just a few jewelry sellers and one thrift clothes station. Even so I wound up dropping ten bucks on two really cute bracelets, a bizarre act in and of itself since I rarely wear jewelry and haven't bought any in almost two years. It's all part of my attempt to become more feminine. I don't think I pull off feminine very well despite the fact that many of my friends claim I'm the girliest girl they know. If you've ever met my friends that's not saying much. I sort of equate femininity with proper workplace attire so in order to look more "professional" I'm learning to apply make-up, buy nicer clothing, and yes, wear jewelry. Though...ask me how many times I've worn anything besides jeans to work in the last two weeks. On second thought, better not.
People keep assuming I'm a student and I like that in a way. Makes me feel like I fit in to a degree, like I blend. Back at NYIT my clothing and my placement in a fairly high profile department assured that everyone on campus knew I was staff, but at Sarah Lawrence with their lax dress code and predominently older staff I look like I belong in the dorms not development. When I leave Swinford I enter a world where everyone looks just like me and I don't stand out in the very least. I disappear into the crowd, and let me tell you there is quite a crowd around here. Though the campus is very pretty and fairly large it doesn't seem big enough for the number of students they have milling about. It's damn near impossible to find a place to sit in the Pub no matter what time you go in, same goes for the library, and the lawn is so densely populated it doesn't make for very fun sunning.
Yesterday (or was it the day before?) the campus les/bi/gay/trans organization held their first meeting. I had planned to stay around after work and go but exhaustion won out and I switched on the AC in my bedroom round about the time they were to convene. One thing I'm learning very quickly is you can't throw a stone on this campus without hitting a dyke. (Disclaimer: The author does not advocate the stoning of homosexuals.) They really are everywhere. I see gorgeous green-haired howhawked lebians around every corner and given the amount of bitching the dykes back at Knox did concerning their limitted romantic possibilities can't help thinking that SLC might have been a better place for many of them. It's WAY more liberal, way more queer friendly, way more socially conscious, and way more feministy. They just completed construction of a new visual arts building that would make![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silent_t cream herself, there's enough "theory fucking" going on around here to make starstealingirl's nipples perk right up, and there is a pretty significant trans presence on campus. Lack of majors, grades, and any sort of "objective" evaluation aside I thnk this might have been a better fit for some of my friends.
And in an abrupt shift of topic, there's a window of the performing arts building that I pass every day on my way home. I think it's a "gracious" window because everytime I catch my reflection in it I'm amazed at how utterly breath taking I am. At first I thought it was me. On Tuesday I caught a glimpse of myself and thought "Oh my god! I'm HOT!" I was wearing a pair of tight jeans, my black faux wrap around shirt that displays way more cleavage than anyone who isn't sleeping with me needs to see, and my hair was blowing gracefully in the wind. I looked all slim and aloof and I was greatly pleased with what I saw. Yesterday I had the same experience. I walked past in another very cute ensemble and thought "Wow! I'd totally do her!" Now I can accept that I had one day of hotness, but two in a row? Highly bloody unlikely. Therefore, it must be the window.
It was a productive day at work. Not only did I spend my last ten bucks but I took my first crack at drafting an acknowledgement letter. As some of you may be aware Bradford College, formerly located in Haverhil, MA closed in 2000. (On a side note, I applied and was accepted to Bradford in 1998 and boy am I glad I didn't go.) The college has been doling out the remainder its scant endowment to other colleges, Sarah Lawrence being one of them. The letter I wrote was to the head of the organization that opted to give us those funds. To put it bluntly, my letter sucked. When Scott and I sat down and went over it he pretty much changed the entire thing. I think he left a half of a sentence I wrote in there. It's okay though, I wasn't expecting to hit a home run right off the bat. I know I need to familiarize myself with the language they use and the formats they prefer. Scott said the more I do it the better I'll get at it.
Scott also gave me permission to take a class. Today Alex Soiseth sent me the list of open craft classes all of which meet 11:30-1:30 on Wednesdays smack dab in the middle of work hours. SLC doesn't offer any classes graduate or otherwise after 5 PM. *throws hands in the air* Leave it to me to find the one graduate program in all the land that doesn't have evening classes. But that won't be a problem. Scott said I could take whatever class I want as long as I stay longer on those days. So now all I have to do is decide which class to take. Of the three open classes there are two that pique my interest. One is a fiction class focusing on the importance of location in character and plot development. The other is just your basic run of the mill nonfiction craft class. I'm having a hard time deciding which one to take. The fiction class sounds really cool and focuses on a topic I've long had a yen to study in depth, however when I finally matriculate fiction isn't going to be my focus so do I really want to take a class that won't go toward the degree? I want to concentrate on creative nonficiton so the second class, though somewhat banal, would fullfil a degree requirement and would be taught be a professor who could conceivably help get me admitted to the program if I get on his good side. So which do I choose? I have the entire weekend to decide.
I don't have to work tomorrow. September 2nd is Labor Day as far as SLC is concerned. Since the first day of classes is Sept. 5 and we'll all have to work we get tomorrow off to compensate. I kind of want to do something like go to the movies or go out to lunch. Unfotunately the three people I know are all working so I'll just have to find some other way to entertain myself.
And last but not least SLC held their "Carnival of Clubs" this afternoon. I mosied over and grabbed a DJ application. In an attempt to diversify their sound WSLC is no longer accepting every show application that comes in which means I'm gonna have to make mine stand out. And since the only hours I'm availible are 6-10 M-F the pressure is even higher since those are all prime slots usually reserved for the best of the best. So to make my show stand out I'm going back to the themed format I used FY and Sophomore year. The ont hing I'm missing is a name for the show. Since all slots are two hours long "Carla's Self-Indulgence Hour" will no longer be an accurate descriptor. What do you think the name of my new radio show should be?
The guy seemed a little taken aback. "Well, that's good too."
"Yeah, it is."
"Well, good luck with that," and the monster drove off. I giggled as I unlocked the front door and resisted the urge to turn around and scream "THAT WAS GREAT!"
The fall semester is well underway here at Sarah Lawrence. It's orientation week so there are plenty of activities going on around campus. Yesterday there was free Ben & Jerry's ice cream being distributed outside the Pub, today there's a vendor fair on the Westlands North Lawn. I've already been over. There weren't many stalls set up when I passed by. I want some posters to put on my greivously bare walls, but at 10:30 AM there were just a few jewelry sellers and one thrift clothes station. Even so I wound up dropping ten bucks on two really cute bracelets, a bizarre act in and of itself since I rarely wear jewelry and haven't bought any in almost two years. It's all part of my attempt to become more feminine. I don't think I pull off feminine very well despite the fact that many of my friends claim I'm the girliest girl they know. If you've ever met my friends that's not saying much. I sort of equate femininity with proper workplace attire so in order to look more "professional" I'm learning to apply make-up, buy nicer clothing, and yes, wear jewelry. Though...ask me how many times I've worn anything besides jeans to work in the last two weeks. On second thought, better not.
People keep assuming I'm a student and I like that in a way. Makes me feel like I fit in to a degree, like I blend. Back at NYIT my clothing and my placement in a fairly high profile department assured that everyone on campus knew I was staff, but at Sarah Lawrence with their lax dress code and predominently older staff I look like I belong in the dorms not development. When I leave Swinford I enter a world where everyone looks just like me and I don't stand out in the very least. I disappear into the crowd, and let me tell you there is quite a crowd around here. Though the campus is very pretty and fairly large it doesn't seem big enough for the number of students they have milling about. It's damn near impossible to find a place to sit in the Pub no matter what time you go in, same goes for the library, and the lawn is so densely populated it doesn't make for very fun sunning.
Yesterday (or was it the day before?) the campus les/bi/gay/trans organization held their first meeting. I had planned to stay around after work and go but exhaustion won out and I switched on the AC in my bedroom round about the time they were to convene. One thing I'm learning very quickly is you can't throw a stone on this campus without hitting a dyke. (Disclaimer: The author does not advocate the stoning of homosexuals.) They really are everywhere. I see gorgeous green-haired howhawked lebians around every corner and given the amount of bitching the dykes back at Knox did concerning their limitted romantic possibilities can't help thinking that SLC might have been a better place for many of them. It's WAY more liberal, way more queer friendly, way more socially conscious, and way more feministy. They just completed construction of a new visual arts building that would make
silent_t cream herself, there's enough "theory fucking" going on around here to make starstealingirl's nipples perk right up, and there is a pretty significant trans presence on campus. Lack of majors, grades, and any sort of "objective" evaluation aside I thnk this might have been a better fit for some of my friends. And in an abrupt shift of topic, there's a window of the performing arts building that I pass every day on my way home. I think it's a "gracious" window because everytime I catch my reflection in it I'm amazed at how utterly breath taking I am. At first I thought it was me. On Tuesday I caught a glimpse of myself and thought "Oh my god! I'm HOT!" I was wearing a pair of tight jeans, my black faux wrap around shirt that displays way more cleavage than anyone who isn't sleeping with me needs to see, and my hair was blowing gracefully in the wind. I looked all slim and aloof and I was greatly pleased with what I saw. Yesterday I had the same experience. I walked past in another very cute ensemble and thought "Wow! I'd totally do her!" Now I can accept that I had one day of hotness, but two in a row? Highly bloody unlikely. Therefore, it must be the window.
It was a productive day at work. Not only did I spend my last ten bucks but I took my first crack at drafting an acknowledgement letter. As some of you may be aware Bradford College, formerly located in Haverhil, MA closed in 2000. (On a side note, I applied and was accepted to Bradford in 1998 and boy am I glad I didn't go.) The college has been doling out the remainder its scant endowment to other colleges, Sarah Lawrence being one of them. The letter I wrote was to the head of the organization that opted to give us those funds. To put it bluntly, my letter sucked. When Scott and I sat down and went over it he pretty much changed the entire thing. I think he left a half of a sentence I wrote in there. It's okay though, I wasn't expecting to hit a home run right off the bat. I know I need to familiarize myself with the language they use and the formats they prefer. Scott said the more I do it the better I'll get at it.
Scott also gave me permission to take a class. Today Alex Soiseth sent me the list of open craft classes all of which meet 11:30-1:30 on Wednesdays smack dab in the middle of work hours. SLC doesn't offer any classes graduate or otherwise after 5 PM. *throws hands in the air* Leave it to me to find the one graduate program in all the land that doesn't have evening classes. But that won't be a problem. Scott said I could take whatever class I want as long as I stay longer on those days. So now all I have to do is decide which class to take. Of the three open classes there are two that pique my interest. One is a fiction class focusing on the importance of location in character and plot development. The other is just your basic run of the mill nonfiction craft class. I'm having a hard time deciding which one to take. The fiction class sounds really cool and focuses on a topic I've long had a yen to study in depth, however when I finally matriculate fiction isn't going to be my focus so do I really want to take a class that won't go toward the degree? I want to concentrate on creative nonficiton so the second class, though somewhat banal, would fullfil a degree requirement and would be taught be a professor who could conceivably help get me admitted to the program if I get on his good side. So which do I choose? I have the entire weekend to decide.
I don't have to work tomorrow. September 2nd is Labor Day as far as SLC is concerned. Since the first day of classes is Sept. 5 and we'll all have to work we get tomorrow off to compensate. I kind of want to do something like go to the movies or go out to lunch. Unfotunately the three people I know are all working so I'll just have to find some other way to entertain myself.
And last but not least SLC held their "Carnival of Clubs" this afternoon. I mosied over and grabbed a DJ application. In an attempt to diversify their sound WSLC is no longer accepting every show application that comes in which means I'm gonna have to make mine stand out. And since the only hours I'm availible are 6-10 M-F the pressure is even higher since those are all prime slots usually reserved for the best of the best. So to make my show stand out I'm going back to the themed format I used FY and Sophomore year. The ont hing I'm missing is a name for the show. Since all slots are two hours long "Carla's Self-Indulgence Hour" will no longer be an accurate descriptor. What do you think the name of my new radio show should be?
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Date: 2005-09-02 01:31 am (UTC)if you still have tapes of your shows, you could make a copy & turn that in with your app, then you'd look all ambitious & stuff
as for which class to take, i'd go with the fun one, but that's just me, but it also sounds like it could be helpful for creative nonfiction as well, you never know
I have also started learning how to accessorize. Instead of wearing the exact same jewelry every day, my mom has really gotten into making beaded bracelets & she sent me a bunch so I wear different bracelets depending on my outfit, and when I remember, I wear different earrings. still with the same rings & necklace & belt though :)
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Date: 2005-09-02 01:35 am (UTC)Funny you should mention: SLC was my first choice to go to school. Sadly, they offer no merit scholarships (or at least didn't at the time), and as I would not have been able to pay the amount of money my FAFSA demanded of me in order to go to SLC, I wasn't able to even apply. Which still saddens me to this day, when I think about all the postmodern outercourse I could have been having with sexy mohawked girls during my college years.
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Date: 2005-09-02 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-04 04:06 pm (UTC)it was awesome to read!
i'm totally jealous!
we shall chat sometime very soon.
<3