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I knew I carried a blank book around for a reason. This is what I wrote while I sat in the plaza between the student center and the library.

Coffee. I'm drinking coffee for the first time since life settled into a semblance of order. Granted it's decaf, but it's a flavor I find I missed.

Today, 9/11/03, is gorgeous. Blue, cloudless, cool in the shade, warm in the sun. The fountain cools the breeze and blows mist across the plaza, and I sit drinking my coffee and watching the world go by.

There are chalked messages everywhere urging me to "go Greek". Even if I wanted to, they wouldn't want me.

I think tonight calls for an omelet for dinner. Mushroom and cheese, and maybe tomato. Or broccoli. And broccoli. We'll see.

Mohawk, baggy shorts and purple Converse, male. Cornrows and ponytail, white, female. Nothing I haven't seen before, nothing as wild as Oberlin.

Tomorrow I must shower, do laundry and do research. Translation research, not research research.

I still want somebody to curl up with. Maybe I would sleep the way I used to.

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Date: 2003-09-11 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] biophile6.livejournal.com
spooning is great. I love to spoon.

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Date: 2003-09-12 05:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] enochs-fable.livejournal.com
forking isn't so bad either.

so what do you think of your fellow students?

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Date: 2003-09-12 12:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dchenes.livejournal.com
So far they seem to be friendly, but I'm definitely not "one of them" yet. There's one from Switzerland, one from France, one from Cameroon, one from Romania, and one, the only guy, from (of all places) Kazakhstan. And me. We are, to put it mildly, a mixed lot. :)

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Date: 2003-09-12 01:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] enochs-fable.livejournal.com
In that case, your last place of employ should have prepped you well for life in the international theatre. :)

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Date: 2003-09-12 01:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dchenes.livejournal.com
In class last night we were translating an admission letter from a French university. Yet again I had an advantage; I've written admission letters for a university.

It struck me while I was walking home last night that it was a rather strange thing to be able to say "Damn it, I've written this letter before, what's the word I want?"

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Date: 2003-09-12 01:28 pm (UTC)
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