hen asked to describe me, a close
friend responded “initially cool, extremely focused, mildly
eccentric, and eventually entertaining”.
While this was nice and all, the sincere mood was immediately
disbanded when the shrill voice of the woman behind the counter of
the university’s “greasy grill” yelled, “BEEF AND PEPPER!” As my
roommate stood to retrieve her “beef and pepper” [also known as a
cheese-steak with hot peppers], I realized just how hilarious my
current situation was. There I was: sitting in an old wooden booth
that smelled faintly of sweaty leather in my blue scrub bottoms and
offensively neon orange sandals at one in the morning attempting to
write my biography while my roommate was buying a greasy sandwich at
twice the normal cost - not to mention, we had just previously been
discussing why a horseradish packet of white sauce was colored red.
Yes- however sad it might be, that was a real glimpse into my life
as a student.
But this is supposed to be a biography, is it not?
I was born to a relatively un-unique family on a Wednesday [or was
it Tuesday?] afternoon in early September. I prefer to think that
the day was warm and sunny with the smell of fall in the air - but the reality of the situation is, or so my aunts tell
me, it was a miserable rainy afternoon. I grew up the regular way.
Went to grade school - passed. Made some
friends. Went to junior high school - passed.
Made some more friends. Went to high school - passed. Managed to keep those friends [with a few minor
exceptions]. I went to a semi-local private
college on an art scholarship. Made some more friends, lost a
particularly hideous breed of evil roommate, and bought the
offensively neon orange sandals. At the moment I am a junior art
history and ancient history major, who consequently specializes in
ancient art forms – thus my obsessive need/love for detail. While
other stereotypical girls may tend to look for stars and rich
husbands in their future, I will be just as content with dusty
shelves of second-century vase fragments on the third basement floor
of a museum which preferably will be located in the UK. That’s not
too much to ask is it?