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Thursday
Feb282008

Varsity

Many thanks for the chest-releated concern. I'm on Cipro now, so if anybody is planning an anthrax attack, go ahead on.

I spoke at my alma mater yesterday, the entire time wanting to smoke a cigarette, not because I smoke, but because, as always, I could. But I reverted to True Self, and meekly followed freshman staircase traffic patterns even when the alumnae hostess encouraged me to cozy up to any old banister. It also shouldn't surprise you that I was running behind due to snow, which meant that my mommy had to call the main office and let the staff know that I was going to be late for class. I have learned nothing.

The building has been highly renovated. Places where walls used to be now host state-of-the-art Mac labs, professional theatre makeup rooms, and digital television studios. I am not sure how I feel about a fourteen-year-old having more hard drive space and a better graphics platform than I do, but given that all I would do with it is stick Calista Flockhart's head on Arnold Schwarzenegger's body, perhaps it's for the best, cosmically.

Josh The Pilot was there, too, and stirred much more interest than I did, given that he was a male under 40 in a womens' school. It totally made up for not having a boyfriend in high school, because instead of merely everyone I knew being jealous of me, it was everyone I saw. By the end of the session, the girls were still glaring at me, but their heads were maybe one millimeter off the desk, which I claim as a great victory.

One student asked me, "How do writers get their work published?" I congratulated her on summing up every day of my life in one sentence.

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"Josh The Pilot was there, too, and stirred much more interest than I did, given that he was a male under 40 in a womens’ school."

Reminds me of high school. I went to a tiny girls' school and whenever a male between the ages of 14 and 45 came anywhere near campus, we all knew about it. Heads would pop out of windows and doors to watch him walk by. I distinctly remember a classmate jumping up in the middle of history class and running out the door to watch the new male teacher walk down the hall.

February 28, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterKatie

Went to an all girls private Catholic high school also, and each fall when we did auditions for the school musical, people were all over who was going to come from which boys' school!! Ahhhh, the excitement. Suffice it to say that almost all the boys ended up dating someone that they were in the play with... how come that was never ME???
Congrats on a successful speaking engagement!

February 29, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterKris

I go to a women's college that is part of a larger state university. So while our dorms are single-sex, classes and the campuses are co-ed.

But I remember freshman year, every single time we would hear a male voice in the hallway, heads would pop out of doorways like little prairie dogs :-)

March 1, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterCollegeGal

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