Unfortunately, the other was closed and spotlessly clean. How was I supposed to know? On the way out, I was futzing around with the trinket I bought, putting my wallet away, and totally lost in my own thoughts, when SMACK!!!##$%#####????????!! I walked right into that door, banging my forehead, nose, and knee.
Fortunately, only my knee actually showed a bruise. The reason I was in the shop in the first place was to find an evening bag to match the dress I was wearing to a holiday party on Saturday hosted by the company Peaches works for. It was a fancy party -- the kind you get your hair done and break out the hooker heels for. A bruise on my face would have totally made the evening bag irrelevant.
I wish I could turn this into some sort of metaphor for you ... Hmmmm, maybe I have not yet lost the gift ... You enter academe innocently enough. You wander around, admire the work around you, try things on for size, narcississtically admire yourself, feel ashamed of the size of your ass (too large or too small -- it's always something!), maybe walk away with a trinket, maybe a piece of paper ... the view out on the street looks so lovely with all those holiday decorations winking and blinking at you ... and then SMACK!!!##$%#####????????!! You walk into the cruel reality that you can't stay any longer but getting out HURTS!
Ouch. I swear, my nose still hurts, bruise or not.
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On an unrelated note, have any of you ever heard of UnCollege? We should start something similar for graduate school. Particularly for those of us in the humanities and social sciences, just because we love learning does not mean graduate school is our only option. We should be creatively thinking about ways to pursue knowledge AND have a life, whilst opening doors for ourselves rather than walking SMACK!!!##$%#####????????!! into closed ones.