The most interesting (and amusing) comment I received today was "You could totally rock a mustache." I occasionally enjoy "forgetting" to shave and then having stubble to stroke thoughtfully all day. But I don't think I could cope with actual facial hair.
Last weekend, from early Friday morning to late Monday night, I was in New York (or traveling Amtrak-style between here and there) with the Classical Society. We stayed in a hostel and spent all of Saturday and Sunday in the city, eating (some of the best Italian and Chinese food I've ever had), going to museums (Natural History, Metropolitan Art), touring (Empire State Building), exploring (Washington Square and Greenwich Village, Chinatown, Central Park), watching (Latin mass, Yankees game, Carmen at the NYC Opera). And -- for probably a good third of the time -- walking. We rode buses and subways and ferries, but walking was, for me, the core experience of the trip. It was a startlingly practical way to get around and allowed us to see the omnipresent detail. I got the impression that each stone gargoyle leering from a doorway had been more painstakingly made than the average building in Raleigh. The whole experience was unquestionably one of the best and most significant I've had in high school.
One lost application and a couple automated tests later, it looks as though I may get a job at Harris-Teeter after all. I'm looking forward to the money and the work shouldn't be too bad. It'll only be for several months, however it turns out.
Tomorrow evening's prom, and I'm actually looking forward to it, an attitude my two-years-ago self wouldn't have understood -- why I'm spending so much time and money on an evening's decadence. This year is not tapering to a drawn-out end. Graduation and college are rushing to meet the present and I'm ready for them. Tomorrow night will be one of the first big goodbyes.
posted on Friday, April 15, 2005
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