The more I think about it, the more I think it's true. Every season has its ailment, and for me, spring time brings about fantasies of a romanticized life. Maybe it's got something to do with the scent of cut grass and blossoming flowers or the hopeful whispers carried by the breeze, but, accompanied with spring is, what I can only think to describe as, a wishful melancholy. This spring in particular; a year ago today I knew who I would marry. But sometimes this happens:
And there's not a lot to be done.
My half paralyzed arm doesn't help either. I'm looking forward to the semester's end. A friend from NY is coming to spend with me the final days of my time in Chicago for this school's year. :)
His name is Jacob, and there's a great story as to how we met and became life long friends. It was 8th grade and we had so happened to sit at the same lunch table, you know, the one with the kid who wears army camouflage clothes every day, the kid with head gear braces, spongebob, and the kid who cant stop blowing spit bubbles. Yeah, that table. I wasn't cool yet.
Anyway, Jacob, the person he is takes out his lunch and puts it on the table and proceeds to stand up, saying that he was going to get a bag of chips and that if anyone ate his sandwich he would stab that person in the arm with a pencil.
Needless to say, the moment he left I grabbed his brown bagged sandwich and started eating it. He returned to my big sandwich eating grin, much to his dismay. At this point without hesitation he grabbed a pencil and stabbed me right in the soft spot of my shoulder. And that was it, we've been as thick as thieves ever since. He's the Steven Baldwin to my Pauly Shore (Bio-Dome).
I've also been really enjoying strawberry Nehi soda. 99 cents for a two litre. Not too shabby.
Earlier today I met the new school president and heard him speak. It was hard to choke back tears, and he reminded me why I'm here. Those who know me know I don't play a very active part in many community affairs and in fact show some level of indifference to almost everything, but, I, like all Shimerians, am at this school for a reason, and it's a damn good one, regardless of how much I may piss and moan throughout. I saw today many generations of people, of Shimerians, together from far and wide, rejoicing in the words of our new president. His words were clouds, hovering above the heads of all who listened, offering a refreshing rain that will bring to blossom something beautiful.
And it was the first time I've been happy in Chicago for a long time.
If only Shimer were on Long Island....
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