Friday, July 13, 2007
Some conscience-less son-of-a-dousche stole my bike from the rack outside the coffee shop last night or ridiculously early this morning. I am upset, for I had finally grown accustomed and comfortable with riding it around my usual lurks. I spent much of this morning scanning the bike racks on campus, but my little black-and-red Mongoose with its mangled seat (chewed upon by a teething black lab puppy) surfaced nowhere.
I chose not to sit through my noon class, for I had forgotten to read the on-line article assignment and, moreover, simply felt too exhausted from having arisen early, on little sleep, to sit through a lecture. I checked e-mails at the library, then returned to my dorm room for an hour-long respite from full wakefulness. Afterward I felt less tired but increasingly depressed and broody, besides being somewhat anxious about an appointment I had scheduled to meet with Dr. Lavigne at four, to notify him I cannot/do not want to serve as Classical Society President.
At the end of the spring semester, he essentially twisted me by the arm to accept leadership of a club that has no real reason for existence, other than perhaps to secure funding for guest lecturers. Undergraduates rarely, if ever, attend meetings, I find the events boring, and I feel too disconnected from everyone who does participate to genuinely enjoy myself. The whole situation only makes me more depressed, and after three years of going nowhere I am entirely jaded and unmotivated. I understand that the club, and the classics program in general, needs to expand, but I can do nothing for it, and at this point I need to focus on getting into a decent graduate program.
After breaking up with Dr. Lavigne, I still felt miserable and weary of life, so I called one of the Latin teachers and invited myself to dinner with her. Thankfully, she was as bored as I, and suggested we eat Vietnamese. This lightened my mood tremendously, and I reciprocated with the suggestion that we eat frozen custard. The custard probably weighed more than the noodles and pork in my dish, but it made me feel much better, although in the back of my mind I am still disturbed about the disappearance of my bike.
I would like to wake up one day and not feel completely miserable, for once. Considering that I have all my limbs, I hardly have anything to complain about. My greatest concern is that I will die by velociraptor attack, because it could only happen to me.
They're everywhere.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:22 PM]