RETURN OF THE DEAD

Old habits die hard... it's in the midst of one of the most difficult papers I've ever had to write that I return to the world of blogging. It vaguely feels like college, but yet so far from it. I now blog from the comfort of my own case-brief-scattered living room instead of hunched over a college-type desk in the dimly lit room of Russell B. However, judging by the brightly lit timer-clock on my oven, I should have been in bed about 4 hours ago, curled up next to my husband. My, how things have changed...

And yet, it took a college rejection letter to help me reminisce about old college days. This time it wasn't my rejection letter, but a student's. While procrastinating from my own work to give him advice about an appeals letter, I was reminded of how utterly exhilarating and dejecting college could be; the ups and the downs; the good and the bad; the yin and the yang. College has prepared me well to face any problems that life may throw at me. I'll be the first to toot my own horn and say that I've come a long way from my chicken-crying, campaign-running, bacon-grease-eating, boy-chasing days. It all feels like a distant cry.

It's hard to even put into words what I've truly been up to the past couple of years since college. But the wrinkles on my face definitely don't hide anything. I feel like a weathered chamois rag that's been hung out to dry one too many times. One thing I do know is that my values haven't changed. I'm still the same person with the same beliefs and the same "save the world" attitude. (What do you expect? I went to Berkeley.) Ironically, I have 10 different personality tests that all say I'm a radical liberal, ala my Psychology-Doctorate of a law professor. I've been beaten down far too many times, but I know I'll always pop right back up. I'm going to make it...