by Lucille Clifton
to my aunt blanche
who rolled from grass to driveway
into the street one sunday morning.
i was ten. i had never seen
a human woman hurl her basketball
of a body into the traffic of the world.
Praise to the drivers who stopped in time.
Praise to the faith with which she rose
after some moments then slowly walked
sighing back to her family.
Praise to the arms which understood
little or nothing of what it meant
but welcomed her in without judgment,
accepting it all like children might,
What kind of world do we live in where people get power hungry, ready to attack and make children feel bad just because they decide to do things a little different, such as in this story.
(Read it. Believe me, it’s funny.)
I want a job. Jobs are nice, because with one, I can be assured I will be able to eat for the rest of the summer. Sure, I’m working on the book for Jeanne, and it’s coming along, but I’m not getting paid on an hourly rate, rather I’m being paid for the actual project.
I sent a cover letter along with my resume to the Animal Science department at Cal Poly, because they had need of a graphic designer/writer for their Stock Report. I was pretty excited about this, but somehow now I’m trying to get a job working on the Animal Science website… which isn’t so bad, just not something that I was expecting. So far, they haven’t given me a date to do an interview with them. They keep on telling me “next week…” and next week I will have been waiting for three weeks to have an interview with them.
I think the worst part about it is that I’ve been waiting to see what my schedule will be like for this new job so that I can head home for a couple of days and not miss my chance for an interview. I’ve not been back in San Diego for almost 7 months, and it’s bugging me.
So… I just had to get that off of my chest.
I think… tomorrow… that I’m going to go to the Cal Poly career center and find another job to pursue.
To Dr. Thulin of the Animal Science department: as the Hippos once sang, “am I wasting my life waiting for you?”
Sorry I haven’t updated at all recently. I wish I could say I’ve been busy, but not really… just trying to adapt myself to summer life. Ah, and what sweet adaptation!
This weekend, Brian, Kristen and I went to Santa Barbara to see Jimmy Eat World, Rise Against, Hot Hot Heat, Pinback, Tegan and Sara, Pepper, Mad Caddies and The Bravery. All in all, it was a kickass show.
Also, if you get the chance, check out Mr. and Mrs. Smith. It’s been getting some awful reviews, but it’s definitely a neat action flick in the vein of True Lies.
I simultaneously love and hate when I get so excited about something, I can’t get to sleep because I just keep on thinking how awesome it is. Usually, it’s a movie that I can’t wait to see, or it’s when I finish a website and can’t wait to wake up and find it’s still there in the morning. Last night, it was the reorganization of my bookbag.
Yes, I am a nerd.
Pencils and pens were breaking and coming apart in what I had previously designated as my pen pocket. It seems the overwhelming darkness in there had been too much for them, and during the jostling I do to my bag, they decided to end their lives. This wasn’t just one or two of my pens, it was more like all but one or two of them.
So, at Beverly’s, I picked up this nifty little pop-cap plastic holder that I am now keeping all my writing implements in. It’s compact and sturdy, and won’t allow my pens to jostle around. Essentially, it’s a pen straightjacket.
This started me thinking about how absolutely inefficient my current storage placement in my bag had been, and so, without going into excruciating detail, I fixed it. And I’m proud.
On another note, today I realized two things:
1) On Thursday, I will have completed my Packaging minor in its entirety.
2) Next year, I have only nine classes that I need to take to get my degree. This means I get to take a bunch of fun art courses and whatnot, especially since I need to stay at Poly until next June, because I need a class that’s only taught Spring Quarter.
Fun Fun Fun.
For my packaging class, we had to make a magazine advertisement and a commercial for our product, which just happens to be Nestle Good Start baby formula powder, packaged in single serving packets, instead of the ginormous can it comes in now. Ryan Rosario and I decided that we could either do something that just fulfills the expectations of the professor, or we could make something that we could have pride in. And so, for your review: the magazine ad above, and the commercial here (Quicktime mov, 5.5 megs).
Let me know what you think.