I'm not posting it today. It's not worth today. I'd rather keep it for the right moment--maybe when I see everything through. Graduation? Or some sort of quiet, arbitrary validation of success that would otherwise go unnoticed?
We'll see.
I don't want to rehash the story of how my perfect story fell through and then made me get on a bus today and somehow end up at Cornell only to watch the Cornell women's hockey team take on Clarkson. I would say I watched them win their first ECAC championship, but I didn't. I am a terrible person and left after the second period, when I did enough interviews and was satisfied with my insane amount of b-roll, all of which looks exactly the same. There's people skating. Then people cheering. More skating. More cheering. Skating. Cheering.
I AM TOTALLY OVER SCHOOL.
But I was sitting in an empty ice rink today, having arrived nearly an hour early to scope out the scene. Unnecessary, but that's when the bus schedule wanted me to get there. I sat there watching the two pep bands yell at each other aggressively, and I wondered, why the hell am I here? How did I end up at an ice rink filled with Canadians (yes, nearly every single person I talked to was Canadian. Also, 90% of them did not attend Cornell. Really.) on some random Sunday at a school I don't even attend?
It was kind of fun to pretend I went there though, because I could walk in front of cars like a total tool and justify it by assimilating to campus culture. Seriously? Cornellians walk like drunk, pretentious d-bags. So I pulled on my red hat and sauntered wherever the heck I wanted. It was awesome. Sometimes I wish I had an Ivy-League pedigree to make my PMS attitude legitimate.
Oh, there's always grad school.
Anyway, here's the plan, guys. I'm taking mid-term week by storm, FINISHING IT, and then going to Georgia and having the time of my life. That cool with you? Great. Let's do it!
