Last night at two a.m. some friends and I decided we had far too much energy to just go to bed, so we called up people around campus and asked them to play Red Rover with us on the chapel lawn. I didn't expect many people to show up. I underestimated the nocturnality of the campus. It was so much fun playing a childhood game in the middle of the night with a group of about twenty-five people from halls ranging from Third Central to Five Points. After the Red Rover game started leaning too much toward one team the game turned into Crack-the-Whip, led by Ethan. Now that was crazy, being spun off into the dark by the momentum, stumbling around holding people's hands that I hardly knew. These are the moments I live for at Covenant, these spontanious moments of unity in random events.
We played Crack-the-Whip again after chapel today, to show the Mac Scholar candidates what they're really getting themselves into. Dr. Barker played with us for one crack.
I think it's funny what games catch on at Covenant. Lately Jon's been bringing a bag of Scrabble letters to dinner everynight and challenging anyone who will play to games of Squabble. People have been getting addicted, a friend of mine came to dinner the other night demanding to know where Jon was because he hadn't played Squabble in a day. It's a great way to waste time at dinner. It's interesting to see who's attracted to the game, too, and more than that who's good at it. It's all about being able to see words in mixtures of letters, and I'm not very visual so I have a hard time getting it, but some unexpected people get it right away. Playing games with people really makes me enjoy them so much more.
I got my acceptance letter from Simmons College today, the Graduate School of Library and Information Science. So I'm going to Boston. I don't think Library Science is what I want to do for the rest of my life, but it seems like a good start. In the end, though, I want to be the one writing those scholarly papers, not just helping people research them.
The thing is I keep getting more and more convinced during this year that I do want to go into academia, and if teaching is what I have to do, then maybe I could do it. I'm writing my SIP on The Faerie Queene and all of the research I'm doing is making me realize that I really want to get a masters in Renaissance Literature. I also love linguistics. Getting accepted to this grad program is kind of scary because there are so many other things I want to do. I feel as though choosing one option would send me down a path that wouldn't lead to the others. I want to get my Library Science masters because I want to be able to earn money someday. I feel like this is the smart thing to do, but I don't know if I want to be smart.
Ethan Haymes, are you compensating for something?
The Annual Assassins game has started at Covenant again. This year I am noticing that the girls who play assassins like to be sneaky, carrying small guns and keeping them concealed. The boys, on the other hand, display their guns for all to see, often kept in holsters displayed prominently at waist level or held in an alert, ever-ready pose.
It's like an analogy for something . . . and what does this mean about Mason Wolfe's umbrella?