Saturday, October 18
May everyday be a story
Phew. final update. So I believe my last point of contact was from the evaporating shade of an engorged palm tree in Balboa park. There on my Mexican blanket I polished off the last of my sparklettes water. I had good intentions to playing soccer, but opening the hatch on old whitey ford I threw that mexican blanket and empty water bottle atop the sand encrusted seamed ball and grabbed my blades instead. From there I headed down sixth, which to my good fortune, had been closed for construction. Intrepidly I bolted through the detour signs, swiftly straddling an orange cone (as not to catch my crotch- ahem..) And ended up at one of the most blessed places of all of Hillcrest. Biff's Killer Cookies. I swooped out 13 dimes from my pocket (not just by good fortune, I had already raided the coin compartment with these devious self indulging intentions). Without performing the common courtesy of counting out each silver coin I piled all thirteen dimes on the counter in exchange for thirteen delicious morsels embedded in a sweet soft buttery dough. Yes I do recognize that this will indeed kill me one day (hence the name). I get back to whitey ford and cruz (as in Santa or Penelope) the rest of the way down park to city college. I have a midterm. And nooo scantron. Scant on trons. Dont worry I bought one, but it was at this point that I opted to ignore your first effort to make actual radio contact verses the cryptic digital signals I had sent allll ddaaaayyy loooonnnggg. which it was... long. You then made a second attempt to call me just as I had mounted the stairs to room C 208 and was entering my classroom - which I am very thankful you did because it was a nice little reminder to turn off my phone before the test. Test went fine. I finished 25 minutes before lab started. what does anyone doooo with 25 minutes. I headed to the library where I read over the lab and caught the last of the sun as it set over Coronado bridge, that beautiful piece of structural genius (uhhh- well maybe the library is- the library really is a good one if you are ever in the area, worth your minute to tour!!) anyway lab-ed. and now I am back home. alone. with my sanity. My computer. and a movie. I read through sommore "winning personal statements" there all shit if you ask me. If you want me to tell you I want to be a Nurse practitioner because my mom was a nurse and nursed my little sister back from the grave and I am just so inspired and have all this research and understanding of the feild and love of helping others help themselves. I dont want to write that shit. Can't I just send my word vomit, crass and honest? I asked Norman, the sweetest older hispanic man, if he thought I would make a good nurse, he said I would because I am good at remembering names and have a big enough smile to share. Imagine if that was it. Three really solid patients today, between the geologist who gave me a lecture on bioremediation, norman who makes fun of my spanish and calls me "my friend" as in "whats next my friend ? and thank you my friend" and a city works manager back in school during his workers comp time to be able to become a marine warden (even if he has to start out "in the desert dealing with rabbits and birds and shit") so he can get a job on the docks. The sparklettes guy was fun too. ok I guess I was being melodramatic- I wasn't overwhelmed by the usual run around with counter full of charts- but today's single tasking wasn't so bad. I'm just sure glad I have someone to write these emails to- without filter or expectation, no judgement or acceptance on the line. I just want to write. and ride my bike across the country. and hike PCT. and read stories. and learn about food. and learn spanish. and live abroad. and work as a cleaning lady. and make it rain. and run really far. and start collecting things for a real home. but dont tell grad schools that. May everyday be a story. (thank god the first half was abridged by virtue of 100 character cap on text messages huh!) Amelia Pennington (good pen name huh? way better than 'bic' although Elisa'bic' is also a good pen name)