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Oct. 25th, 2005 12:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_clareI walk past the career development center nearly every day on my way into campus. As a senior, this is ostensibly a Good Thing: when I lived on the green, it was easy to imagine that the campus ended at the science buildings, and that nothing across the street actually mattered. (Please note that I didn't set foot inside the gym, which is also across the street, for the first five months of school. Now, of course, I know how important the gym is, too -- it's where I play badminton for college credit. *yes!*)
After eight weeks of extreme guilt every time I went to class, I finally had a career counseling appointment this afternoon. The first step into the rest of my life, etc. The best part was, Counselor Brown and I spent most of the time not talking directly about the angst-producing career-ness; instead, we debated the relative merits of movie magazines (Entertainment Weekly, where we have an alum (!), vs. Premiere, which is snooty but a better publication), talked pop culture (comparing notes on Defamer as a news source), and swapped music recommendations.
People ask why I love my college -- this is why. The close-knit community of the students may be changing, but the faculty/staff-student connection is still alive and well. The apartment I live in was once occupied by my theatre professor and her kids; the futon frame in the living room was given to us by the same career counselor; the pottery on the mantle is from my boss at the Quarterly; and my thesis advisor makes tea for me when it's rainy.Who needs boys? Some days, there is little more I could ask for.
After eight weeks of extreme guilt every time I went to class, I finally had a career counseling appointment this afternoon. The first step into the rest of my life, etc. The best part was, Counselor Brown and I spent most of the time not talking directly about the angst-producing career-ness; instead, we debated the relative merits of movie magazines (Entertainment Weekly, where we have an alum (!), vs. Premiere, which is snooty but a better publication), talked pop culture (comparing notes on Defamer as a news source), and swapped music recommendations.
People ask why I love my college -- this is why. The close-knit community of the students may be changing, but the faculty/staff-student connection is still alive and well. The apartment I live in was once occupied by my theatre professor and her kids; the futon frame in the living room was given to us by the same career counselor; the pottery on the mantle is from my boss at the Quarterly; and my thesis advisor makes tea for me when it's rainy.
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Date: 2005-10-26 03:38 am (UTC)go you for being on the ball.
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Date: 2005-10-31 04:12 am (UTC)Also, I love Scott Brown. I have never met him, but he made Katya King actually do her freakin' job and help me with my Fulbright application. And he emailed me gushing about how much he loves the Bangles when I posted something about them on chat, then invited me to come talk about pop culture with him.