This year’s classes are wrapping up around Emory. Another school year under my belt, and I’m kinda sad to see it go. And yet. Before y’know it, it’ll be fall and dad will I’ll be lugging all my stuff back into the dorms.
And I don’t mean crazy-fun-so-many-random-things-happened. I mean, so many tests, midterms, projects, and papers piled into five days, it made me feel crazy.
Let me tell you, I wasn’t too crazy about it.
Went to the High Museum on Saturday because general admission for college students is only $5 this month (and this month only! promotion/good hype/plug). We were headin’ there to see the Da Vinci exhibition (a no-photo exhibit).
The artwork was amazing. Included were tons of da Vinci’s pieces and journal pages, as well as artwork by his teachers and some sculptures by one of his students, Giovanni Francesco Rustici. My favorite display was The Battle of Anghiari.
Back on campus, noticed that while my head had been buried in books and papers all week, something had changed.Something was different about the place.
The leaves were beginning to change colors for autumn.
Now there’s something worth going crazy for.
“Art is never finished, only abandoned.” –Leonardo da Vinci
When you think of the South, you probably think of down-home cookin’, country music, and that distinct Southern style of speech that only makes sense to other Southerners.
And when I say that, I ain’t just whistlin’ Dixie.
And yet, a true telltale mark of the South is… weather. For most of the year, it’s hot here. I mean fry an egg on the sidewalk, flies drop in mid-flight hot. And humid. Seriously – they don’t call it ‘Hotlanta’ for nothin’.
But not so this past week. It happened to be cold. People were unprepared.
Me: Dude, it’s freezing. You need some gloves.
Southerner: Nah, it won’t last long. Where’re my flip-flops?
Me: Bless your heart.
But they’re right. It doesn’t last long. Cold and hot, it goes back and forth and back and forth and… you get the idea.
So maybe one telltale mark of the South isn’t really the weather, after all.Maybe it’s the way we leave our flip-flops and sandals by the door, right beside our winter boots.
Because hey, this here is the Deep South we’re talkin’ ‘bout. The cold ain’t gon’ last.
One of the not so great things about being at a college downtown is the parking. And by ‘parking’ I mean ‘the complete lack of parking.’Let’s be real. Atlanta is great, but there’s barely enough space to drive down the road, let alone leave your car immobile anywhere.Emory, however, does offer a few parking lots in the name of student convenience… for a price.And that price is a decal worth more than the car I’d stick it on.
So I don’t have a car.
So I guess parking isn’t really a big problem, after all.
For me, that is.
Anyway. Fall break started today, and I’ll be going back home for the first time in a few weeks. It’s a good feeling; I can’t WAIT to watch some TV on a real screen instead of on my laptop for a change.
Oh, and I’m also looking forward to seeing some very special people.
I meant my family, of course, by ‘very special people.’
But doctors are on the agenda, too.Downside to being away at college? On any return trip home, you get scheduled for an appointment with every dentist, doctor, dermatologist, etc. you ever met in your life. It starts with Tuesday morning — rise and shine, I’ve got a 8:00 am dental appointment.Oh well. Teeth: gotta have ‘em.
Lastly. Got some new sunglasses at Urban Outfitters. They’re yellow. Serious yellow. And they make me smile.