June 7, 2007
I just realized that writing my senior seminar paper is almost entirely parallel to one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. Hear me out.
It was my first year of college, I was hanging out in the hallway outside all of my new friend’s rooms. And someone complemented me on my shoes. My irrational enthusiasm led to me talking about how Birkenstocks are named after geographical regions.
And then it happened, “These are named Gizeh, wherever that is!?!?!”
Silence.
These were not just any friends; these were the elite, handpicked, honors students who scored 1580 on their SATs. My friend Laura said, hesitantly, “The great pyramids of Gizeh,” emphases on the great pyramids, which lead to almost silencing the Gizeh, as if to ring, some bell inside my soul. I think she really hoped I didn’t mean it. I felt sorry that I did. I meant it; in that god-forsaken moment, I truly had no idea where Gizeh was. All I knew was how much I loved those shoes. They brought me to a new plane of awareness. Enlightenment even. The thought of representation had never occurred to me. I had never even noticed their Egyptian look. Someone mercifully changed to subject.
I later called Matthew. I think he felt bad for me too, or maybe just wished I had thought before I said it.
Ok, so here is the cast:
“Wherever that is?!?!”: the point behind my paper
Me: Me
Friends: Reader
Matthew: Professor
This paper/dissertation/deliberation will be presented and may or may not result in my point coming across as me trying to resound within my readers, but they are wishing that I were better than I am, and my professor knowing that I am better than what has been articulated in the paper.
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Time heals all wounds.
Also, beautiful. Way to pop the new server cherry. If you will.
Comment by Matthew — June 19, 2007 #
I’m definitely still excited about seeing it, the thesis not your said “cool shoes”, although I’m pretty sure they’re not as cool as those sweet laceless white and blue slip-on wrap-arounds that you sport. Those are aren’t sweet, they’re kick-ass!
Comment by Jordan — June 19, 2007 #