It’s not that I am bored with Xavier, I have just yet to explore the non-Xavierness of SU.
It has taken me a while to discover it; in the midst of laughter, dancing with strangers in the Bistro, cold beer, and new people, I have found myself suddenly immersed in a new part of this place, and it took me months to find it.
Tonight after work, I got dinner with Alex and his MRC friends: Mike, Ian, Rourke, Andrew, and Davis. I had never had a real conversation with any of them, so sitting at that table for a good hour was exhilarating. Exhilarating because the the amaretto cheesecake in the Bistro is exceptional, but mostly because there is no greater joy than getting to know someone new, especially this late in the game. What makes it even better is that I found the conversational aspect of this union to come naturally.
Ian, Rourke, and Davis are going to be RAs too. We’re excited to have more time together since training will begin soon. Davis and I shared our slices of cheesecake. He seems to be very kind.
Mike and I talked about his favorite color. Dark blue, coincidentally the color of my blouse. He also informed me that he didn’t like the instant coffee he had in Nicaragua. We shared a silent moment of agreement, which ended in Davis grabbing his kneecap in a moment of epiphany.
Rourke and Andrew expressed indecision in their enrollment here at SU. They mentioned that they haven’t had that moment of “clarity” in which their purpose has been revealed or validated, and that was making them nervous. I had to agree with them. Then again, I don’t think I know anyone who has had a distinct revelation… should I be nervous? It’s hard to gauge my discomfort… I’m still working on my Core Requirements, so I don’t know whether or not the Film Program here agrees with me… I haven’t had a chance to acquaint myself with it yet.
I guess we’ll see. I hate being this nonchalant about it, which goes to say that I guess I am not nonchalant about it. Regardless, we’ll see.
Thursday- Class, Work, first Piano lesson, and then meditation.
Friday- KSUB show, making brownies with Kenn and Steph, hopefully watching “She’s the Man.”
Saturday- Zach Pietrocarlo comes to visit. Swashbuckle around Seattle all afternoon.
Sunday- Shoot film with David and Emily. Call Jacob. Do homework.
I’m mostly certain that I recognize my Theology teacher from Yoga.
Also, his class has a strong emphasis on theological themes showing up in films. We will be watching many old movies, silent movies, good movies. We will also be focusing on lighting, framing, and composition…the good stuff.
The odds have flung me into a Film class without my previous knowledge, and I cannot complain.
Looks like I’m starting my education of Film earlier than anticipated.
Christine De Pizan only started writing poetry and philosophical documents to generate income so she could support her children. She was widowed at the age of 25. What a shame it would have been if her husband had never died; imagine a great mind like hers, stifled into perpetual gender roles and expectations. (Imagine where women would be without her.)
How many more stifled minds are out there like hers, waiting to be liberated from the cage of their expectations?
That is a haunting thought…and more so haunting to think that most will never make it out alive.