Last Paper and Amanda

It's been a long time coming, this end of semester thing.

Ever have a paper due after the end of exams?

Remember how hard it was to motivate to get to it?

Now imagine that that paper is actually the most complicated thing you've ever encontered in your life. No, complicated is the wrong word - inscrutable.

Plato's Theaetetus is about... ummm... well, after a semester of studying it and a week of fighting with an essay about it, I still have no clue what it's about. Knowledge? Justice? What happens when Plato wants to say "hey fuck you" to Athens but knows he'll be killed like Socrates if he says so? A condemnation of Democracy? All of them? None? Who the hell knows.

Certainly not me.

It's very possible that this was my worst paper ever.

Totally embarassed, because I really liked the class, and the professor, to boot. Rained on my parade a bit to hand it in, because I felt so bad turning in a paper that showed nothing quite so much as my utter ignorance of what the hell Plato was about.

But at 4:30pm, EST, I took my adrenaline laden self off my two-hours-sleep mildly numb ass, and found my clothing, put on a pair of sneakers, and power walked my way over to school. That "I've finished this paper let me get it out of my life and hand it in and wow what the hell was I thinking having three cups of coffee and an English Muffin after not sleeping all damn night" feeling of power that you only get when you finish a project and have too much coffee and... well, you get the picture.

Made the walk to school in record time, walked hom and felt tired as hell after handing it in.

Promised Amanda earlier in the day that I was going to have a drink with her tonight. I haven't spoken to her much in the last several months, after I simply stopped calling her. I'd seen her at Christine's party, and made her promise to call me after New Years, because I know that I'd never call her. Call it a personality flaw.

But she did email me, and we made plans to meet tonight. Drinks, at DBA. Now, DBA is one of my least favorite bars, but it's really good for getting together and _talking_ with someone. DBA serves about seven bajillion types of beer. The treat beer like it's wine, although they don't carry Rolling Rock, so I don't drink there.

So I met Amanda there, and we hung out just like old times, for the first time in more than six months. Crashed, hard, at around 8. Toll of this stupid paper. Finally see a friend after so long, and old age sets in. Pissed me off. Six months of backstory, and I can't fill her in because my head was stuck to the table.

Learned a few things about how Amanda's life has been for the last several months. I'm starting to rethink my policy on speaking to friends daily or weekly. I found it much more interesting to catch up on "old times" than to speak and say "what happened to you today?" and have the response be "nothing."

I probably just need to meet more people.

Tommorow: Go back to work! DDB Digital! Woo! And GP is coming to town, so party tommorow night.

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Posted by Swerdloff at January 03, 2000 04:26 PM