Convoked

It’s hard to say exactly when the next chapter of my life began. I could have chosen move-in day. A new city, a new school, and a whole slew of new friends I have to get used to provided the perfect scenario for a new chapter. But where did my last chapter end? It might have been the day I left Roanoke for Williamsburg, but I wasn’t in Roanoke much to begin with that summer. It would be more appropriate to mark the end of a chapter with graduation, as I left friends and high school life forever. That day, however, didn’t mark any real beginnings. As much as it exasperates me to hear this from others, I’m going through many transitions right now. The other day, Lenore asked me what life was like without the mother or brother around. I couldn’t answer. I didn’t have an opinion. I think it has gotten to the point where transition is normal, and stagnation is what would startle me. I may have gone through several chapters between graduation and move-in day.

So, indeed, why did I choose convocation as the chapter with which to begin this particular blog? The obvious answer, of course, is that convocation presents a concrete ceremony that solidifies my status as a College Student©. The act of walking through the Wren portico was so symbolic that….

Okay. I simply put off doing the blog until now. That’s the only reason I’ve got. There – I’ve admitted it. To tell the truth, it’s a wonder I’ve begun anything at all. Now that I have, though, I intend to keep it going. I might write about a shitty/wonderful day, why I think my teacher/TA/roommate is a dickhead/hero(ine), or my position on cloning (not sure)/ politics (not Bush)/the use of parentheses and slashes to indicate options and additional information (I’m for it).

I didn’t say it’d be interesting…. Ugh. That’s such a cliché. Fine. It’ll be interesting. I hope you’re entertained, because I certainly will be.