City Dwelling week one in brief:
Moving into a city apartment should not prove excessively challenging, right?
The Move and all that entails.
In living the life of the liberal arts we must keep every reference of school and every item of memorabilia (for sentimental as well as historic pusposes because any or all of these may carry the potential to change the world). In addition to all the heavy boxes this commitment entails, everyone left on campus attempts to be as helpful as possible and offers all the odds and ends they could not take with them. Result: For the first two days of this new life, Monica and I dwell in a tiny apartment crammed full of cans of chick peas, half-empty boxes of mystery items we still cannot identify, notebooks of classes we mostly day-dreamed through and roughly eighteen scapulars. (Honestly, almost every box I open, I find a scapular. Does anyone need one?) All of this self-reflective saving concludes with me tossing many of these items out the window and into the dumpster.
The Shut-Down.
Dr. Beiting heard of the Ave Maria shut-down described to a sympathetic outsider. The outsider said, "That's the craziest thing I've ever heard." What profession is this person in? The oil industry in the Middle East. Makes you think.
2 comments:
Yay Meghan!
Yet again you have helped me put off going to bed for a few more minutes and given me a good hearted chuckle. Good luch with your extrenious articles of others' gratuity!
At least you don't have 8 boxes of books laying around and my books tend to "have children" over the course of the summer. Last summer I think I gained three boxes, but they are packed better this year than the 11 I moved onto campus with. But oh well.
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