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991124 Wednesday students, start your engines... |
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KSU doesn't hold classes today, so the streets of Manhattan once again belong to us townies. I'm always amazed at how quickly the streets of the residential neighborhoods clear out when the students leave. Suddenly, neighborhood streets that have been congested with cars parked on both sides become easily passable, and fast food restaurant lines flow faster, emptied as they are of students writing checks for four-dollar purchases. An actual, scrapable frost on the windshield today, but by the time I left for work, the weather had warmed. The frost on the fields along K-18 probably disappeared by 9 AM. The blue sky might tempt me to believe it can't be November, but I will not be fooled. Have I made the point previously that I hate November? And this day is one of my most despised. Today at around 4 PM, playgrounds of public schools on this day, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, will become empty and lonely places. Schoolyards on this day have always stood for me as symbols of desolation and loneliness: A swing rocks empty in a cold breeze, brown leaves scrape across the tarmac, nothing happens, nothing will happen there for several days, life and joy are absent -- not just elsewhere, Mr. Kundera. Absent. But I've kvetched about this elsewhere at another time, so let's move on, Bob. When we last left our adolescent couple in San Antonio, they appeared stranded on a balcony at Trinity University. Bob was considering a career in antarctic exploration. Who knows what Carly was thinking. Truth be told, I can't remember how the evening ended. Should I wrap up the matter of Carly, at least the portion leading up to my return call? Or is it enough to reveal that I have decided to call and renew acquaintance with Carly? No, it's not enough. I should clarify, lest I leave the impression that the awkward moment in San Antonio was the end of anything. We continued to date sporadically throughout the remainder of my high school years, but I think we both had other, more local interests. Kay B., Konnie G., Marilyn P. and Carolyn D. all loomed glorious, wet-lipped and limber-tongued on the horizon of my very small world. And Carly must have had other interests too. Finally, after my departure for college, Carly and I lost touch altogether. I suppose that officially, New Year's Eve would be the proper time to renew auld acquaintance, but I'll call this weekend to see if Carly will violate that convention. |
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The impending holiday brought sparse attendance in my classes today. Most students dropped off any work that was due, wished me a happy Thanksgiving, and hit the road for home.
Two other classes are held in building 8044 during my 4:30 class, but neither class convened tonight. Did I miss a memo? Damn. Here it is Thanksgiving eve and I haven't decorated the place. Get used to it. At least I've hatched a few turkeys in these pages. | |
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