Yeah. Kori and I finished our soc essay on time, and while it quite possibly could qualify as damn-hell-ass boring, it is done, and full of important sociology buzzwords like 'paradigm shift', 'hegemony' and 'legitimating ideology'. I'm all about the buzzwords, yo.
So it's been a pretty quiet day thus far. My next essay isn't due until wednesday, so I'm not in a huge hurry to get started on it; I have all day tomorrow for that. I did some small-scale room cleaning this morning, which consisted of reorganizing my bookshelf, and it looks pretty cool. I'm very excited by it. So many pretty books, guy.
I found two pretty interesting things while cleaning up. One was a pencil I'd never sharpened, red in colour, with my name stamped on one side in gold letters: RHIANNON ___. I can't believe that I still have it. If I remember correctly, my grandmother had sets of 12 pencils made up for each of her grandchildren years ago...possibly when I was nine, if not younger. So this pencil, stamped with my name, has been floating around in my life for the last 13 or so years, and I've never once sharpened it to use it. I can remember the other ones, especially the green one, a nice spring green colour, and how proud I was to have a pencil with my name on it. (It certainly helped me a lot. My first name is fairly uncommon, which makes it very difficult to find pencils/pens/hairbrushes/coffee mugs/etc. with my name on them). Even now, as I sit here and type with it lying between the F-keys and the numbers, I still get a strange thrill out of seeing my name printed on a pencil.
Is that sad?
The second interesting thing I found was a picture of me and my friends in high school. (This is a poor quality picture taken with my digital camera). It was inside a folder of stationary that I was given before I went to France and have used very seldom since my return. Our photography teacher in high school was a really cool guy, and he did some professional photography on the side, but he would always charge amateur prices. One year, the six of us--Megan, Vicki, Erin, Kitana, Judith and myself had group pictures done. It's a funny picture--we're all wearing silly hats--and we all look so damn young.
It's hard to think about the people in the picture without some feeling of regret. Vicki and Erin I've seen maybe once since we finished high school three years ago. This is no big loss, as our friendship was more or less a sham by that point anyway; even then they were more strangers than friends. Megan, I've been a little better for communicating with, thanks to the internet, but sometimes I don't feel I know her anymore either. Which is fair, because I probably don't. She has changed a lot. Kitana, I've seen the most recently (which is still 2 or 3 months ago). I think she's much happier now than she was with us. She has her new friends from college, and her boy; everytime I do see her, she's always got great stories to tell me. I haven't seen Judith in over a year now, but this doesn't count, because she lives in British Columbia, and we keep in touch fairly regularly. I think she's more happy now, too. She's come out as a lesbian, and experienced a whole wack of adventures out there. Now if only I could get her to lay off the drugs...but it's her life, and all I want is for her to be happy.
And then there's me. I'm in the lower lefthand corner. In the picture, my right front tooth isn't chipped (I still have no idea how that happened), my cheeks are round, I still have the same odd, broad face. My resemblance to my dad is pretty pronounced in this picture. This is how I look in my mind--an awkward high school kid who pales in comparison to her friends.
