And...more randomness!

Set up an interview for a volunteer opportunity at the Smithsonian this summer. I hope I get the job - I love the Smithsonian, I love working with people, and I love the air conditioning in DC's muggy summers.

I just decided that since I haven't been writing nearly enough lately I'm going to challenge myself. I've created the Buffy 147-day challenge, wherein I write one BtVS 100-word drabble (yes, one for each day she was dead the second time) each day. They won't all necessarily be post-Gift, but the first ones probably will. I'm completely hopeless, I know.

( 1 - Nothingness )

Graduation

I went to my sister's sixth grade graduation today and cried my eyes out. Those kids are so perfect, and they think they know everything about the world. They told us they'd discovered themselves, and that they were focused on certain aspects of their lives that they wanted to pursue into careers. And I don't have the heart to tell them that in a few years they'll most likely be more confused than they've ever been. They'll discover facets of their personalities that they never dreamed existed, and they'll find other hobbies with which to occupy their time. They'll find new friends, and maybe they'll do stupid things like smoking and drinking and doing drugs and having sex.

They want so badly to grow up; I often want to return to elementary school. Life is so much simpler there. You know what you want, and you know how to get it, and that's the end of the story. Now half the time I don't know what I want and the other half - when I do know - I have to spend copious amounts of time working, begging, coercing.

One girl stood in front of the school and said she was like "hcram - the opposite of March. I came in like a lamb and went out like a lion. I found myself here at Janney."

I wanted to pick her up and hold her and breathe into her hair and tell time to stop.

Instead, I clapped politely and waited for the next speech.