...It's almost gone. No longer shall we sit unconcernedly, back to back, not talking, occasionally laughing. Now we shall force our friendship to continue after our bodies have been torn hundreds of miles apart. Now there will be Christmas cards, eventually with just a signature and a photo of a vaguely-remembered face. Now there will be awkward pauses on that instrument that turns friends, who once enjoyed the easy ambience of being together silently, into disembodied voices. Eventually, five, ten, or twenty years hence, those things that hold us together now will disintegrate under the tension of distance. Here's to delaying the process of decay!
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We still have a year. Which is a fourth of the total college time. Carpe diem and don't talk about it yet girls.
I'm having technological problems already :-( I shouldn't be the webmaster of even a blog. Yes, Emily, you are, as always, full of sweet reason and sound perspective. But the end of July is such a lovely time to try one's tragic wings because it is so warm and motherly outside. I promise not to be depressive at all if I can take you two to the University of Michigan with me :-)
Darling, grad school is still quite an option. You see, you can make a devil's deal with an university under the name of "fellowship," "teaching assitantship," "scholarship," whatever. Basically, they provide you with free tuition and a stipend and you belong to them, body and soul, for an average of 8.6 years. Doesn't that sound marvelous? Don't you want to be a bound, impoverished, and over-worked student until you're thirty-two?
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