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Nov. 6th, 2012 03:23 pm
Not about the election
I've been carrying around a rant about the elections for a couple days now, but as little as y'all want to hear it now, I think I want to write it even less. I cannot remember the last election season I wanted so much to be over.
Instead I'll post about a rare moment of unalloyed pleasure: About an hour ago, I got an e-mail from the new director of resident student life at my high school. He was urging me to recommend my alma mater to others, so I gave him the same response I give anyone who asks me to do something like that: I asked (a) what the institution's current policy was on sexual abuse and (b) what the resources were for queer students. It should be interesting to see his response.
But this post isn't about that. It's about scanning the outrageously overstuffed To: field and spying the name of an old dormmate. Our second year, our rooms were right next to each other and we used to talk through the wall. I also did some tutoring for him at the behest of his parents; his mother was so taken with me that he jokingly said she called me "the Great Da". We made a weak stab or two at staying in touch after graduation but, as with everyone from that place, it came to nothing.
On a whim, I sent off a "Hi, how's your life?" e-mail and promptly forgot about it. So when the phone rang a little while later, I had no idea that it would be him calling me back from Hawai'i. He lives in the Bay Area now and sounded genuinely thrilled be back in touch. I promised to call him from home tonight, so that we can really talk. Who knows if any of the talk about getting together will amount to anything; right now I'm just grooving on hearing his laugh and imagining his smile.
Instead I'll post about a rare moment of unalloyed pleasure: About an hour ago, I got an e-mail from the new director of resident student life at my high school. He was urging me to recommend my alma mater to others, so I gave him the same response I give anyone who asks me to do something like that: I asked (a) what the institution's current policy was on sexual abuse and (b) what the resources were for queer students. It should be interesting to see his response.
But this post isn't about that. It's about scanning the outrageously overstuffed To: field and spying the name of an old dormmate. Our second year, our rooms were right next to each other and we used to talk through the wall. I also did some tutoring for him at the behest of his parents; his mother was so taken with me that he jokingly said she called me "the Great Da". We made a weak stab or two at staying in touch after graduation but, as with everyone from that place, it came to nothing.
On a whim, I sent off a "Hi, how's your life?" e-mail and promptly forgot about it. So when the phone rang a little while later, I had no idea that it would be him calling me back from Hawai'i. He lives in the Bay Area now and sounded genuinely thrilled be back in touch. I promised to call him from home tonight, so that we can really talk. Who knows if any of the talk about getting together will amount to anything; right now I'm just grooving on hearing his laugh and imagining his smile.