Meandering (on the East Side)

Meg's in Boston. Welcome to the all-new-but-still-never-updated-version-of-Meandering. It's got things in it. Dig.

Saturday, August 30, 2003

New News


The internet is down in my dorm until Tuesday (Thank you blaster virus). So there will be no witty, insightful entries til then.
Thank you.
-Meg

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Paranoid or Egocentric?



Guys, we need to talk. Something strange is going on here at Gordon College and I don’t know what to think about it. For lack of a creative title, I’m calling it: The Meg-Recognition Phenomenon. Let’s present the evidence.

Day One, Gordon College, Bennet Center Gymnasium:
Incident One: While walking amongst her new classmates, Meg notices two upperclassmen setting up amps for a concert later that night. She notices, to her chagrin, that one of them is pointing her out to the other, and laughing slightly. Confused, she turns away and joins her Midwest region group for dinner.

Later That Night: When meeting with her Orientation CREW (not an acronym, but always capitalized), Meg notes that the large poster her leader is holding up has smiley faces next to all the group member’s names. Next to Meg’s name, however, the smiley face has been modified and is grinning, two full rows of teeth showing. Meg questions her leader about this discrepancy. He shrugs.

A Few Minutes Afterwards: Another upperclassmen begins approaching Meg’s CREW. When she reaches them, she turns to Meg, grasps her hand and says, almost joyously, “Meghan Clark!” Meg, having never met this person before, assumes the girl received an email she sent to the Campus Events Council and says, “You must have gotten my e-mail.” “No,” the girl says, and then walks away.

Two Days Following: The same girl walks up to Meg near the dining hall, grasps her hand and says, almost joyously, “Meghan Clark!” Then she walks away.

Today: After taking a mandatory survey asking about her spiritual and academic life, Meg approaches the front of the testing room with her finished survey, and leans over to place it on the table. The proctor, another upperclassmen involved with orientation, looks at her, yells “Meghan Clark!” triumphantly and throws his hands up, disturbing the testing silence. Meg nods and waves. Then she walks away.

The jury is out. Is there some large inside joke with the orientation staff that I have yet to discover? Will I ever know the truth? Am I just self-obsessed? I’ll let you decide.

Saturday, August 23, 2003

Hello Darlings!
Not sure if this is working yet- Blogger seems to be a little finicky this morning. I will have a nice long beautiful entry for you just as soon as we get a splitter (yes, Jimmy, I do know what that is) for my room and get the internet up and roaring.

Does it make you all happy or sad to know that I am having a really wonderful time? They keep you so busy here, you know. I was in a golden extraverted mood yesterday, which was fabulous. Today's a little more introverted.

Say hello to our three newest readers: Joshua Falconer, of California fame, and Jeff and Becca of Scope fame. (I can't spell their last name- sorry guys.)

Tomorrow I am conquering Boston! It will be spectacular!

Don't think I don't miss you all, because I DO. I try not to think about it!

Well, I'm off. Email me at mfclark@peace.gordon.edu and I shall give you my telephone number and address info.
Have a beautiful day, darlings- wait with bated breath for my next entry!

-Meglet.

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

Mpppph


I was driving to my aunt's house to babysit, and I passed a building on Manchester that said "Missouri College." Only I don't think it was a college. And there were roughly 30 men and women wearing electric blue jumpsuits standing outside. But I could have imagined it. I only got 4 hours of sleep last night.

On the way home, I passed the same building. This time, there were only a few people in blue jumpsuits. I think they were smoking. Of course, I could have imagined it, because I was listening to "Hail to the Thief."
And I'd only gotten 4 hours of sleep last night.

Naptime.

-Meg

8-ish days 'til Boston. I feel sick.