My Queens College student days ended today. I am going to remember my last two classes for a long time. For different reasons. My Anthro 201 because it was probably the end of my love affair with Cultural Anthropology. I feel very downhearted about that. It was a thrilling and inspiring affair. It restructured my brain more than any of the Linguistics classes I have taken so far. I think some of it may be permanent, or I hope it will be. I want to develop these kinds of thinking further, before I drown in syntax and semantics and forget about the rest of the world.
The second class is going to go down in my personal history not only because it was conducted by an amazingly brilliant and interesting guy but also because it was interrupted by a fire alarm. I left my last class "in the bells and rings, better than in tears" as my professor observed on our way out of the building. It was a very unique ending, underscoring my grand feelings of sadness and newly born nostalgia...
Now I'm facing a very difficult task - find a way to fully use the time before I sell my soul to my graduate school. I have three and a half months of relative freedom ahead of me, not counting the time I'll have to give to my kids as usually, days and days of cleaning and organizing my apartment before we move downstairs so that the upstairs can be remodelled, as well as doing a dozen other things that I have been putting off until "I have more time." I would still love to have some time to read, go out with my friend, go to the beach a few times, maybe visit a few places in Manhattan... I'm afraid my plans are far too ambitious to be realized easily. I forgot that I also plan to sleep, a lot!
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