Hey guys, sorry for not writing last time. I'd give an excuse but... well... I don't really have one. So, just accept my apologies. Today, I want to share with you a few anecdotes from my life since I last wrote.
Life of a Westmont Music Student
i.
SCENE: Music office, afternoon. It's Saturday morning and Emily is sitting at the student worker desk, scrolling through an Xcel document. Her job is to take down information for ticket reservations from all the people who reserved tickets via phone-- meaning old people who don't use the internet. The phone beeps beside her and plays a pre-recorded message over the speakers.
Phone: This is the mailbox for...Westmont Christmas festival ticket reservation. There are...80 new and...0 saved messages.
Emily sighs and hits play on the first message.
Phone (in the voice of an elderly woman): Hello... this is... Marian Smith. That's S-M-I-T-H. My phone number is 5.... 5.... um..................................what is it again?
ii.
SCENE: Dr. S's living room, Thanksgiving day. Dr. S is kindly hosting students who live too far away to be able to go home for Thanksgiving. Emily, Dr. S, and two other students are sitting on the floor around an aged board game called Dogfighters. Small plastic WWI biplanes cover the board. It's Dr. S's turn; he rolls the dice and after some strategic thinking, decides to make a move.
Dr. S: I'm attacking!!! VVVVVRRRRR woosh! rat at at at at at at! PRRCKKSSSSHHHHHHH!!!! You're DEAD.
iii.
SCENE: Dorm room, Saturday evening. Emily is lying in bed with her laptop, writing something. Even though nearly everyone on campus is gone for Thanksgiving break, and the shuttle isn't running, she's still trying to find an excuse not to do her homework.
She realizes it's her day to blog, and begins to type a post. Funny stories from the past couple weeks, she thinks; that'll make a good post. She writes two, but gets stuck thinking of any more. There should be three, she thinks, three is a good number.
But what to write about? She realizes what she wants to write about, as well as the fact that there's no un-cheesy way to do it. What the hell, she thinks.
She decides to write about what she's thankful for. The words come out fast once she realizes what she's writing. She's thankful for friends. For the friendships she's made over the past few months. This summer, she didn't know any of these people; now, they've become more important to her than she can even say. She doesn't know how she'll be able to live without them when she goes home for Christmas break. Even the 5-day Thanksgiving break has been painfully lonely without them.
She looks at what she's written. Yep. It's cheesy. But that's okay. It's true.
Fin
DFTBA,
Emily
Brilliant :)
ReplyDeleteNicely put :P
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