Rector, Holy Trinity v United States
Mar. 9th, 2011 01:30 pmTomorrow ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gavagai will be here! I am so excited, and if there is more airport-closing snow I shall personally go and nut people. In other news there is no other news. The snow is still pretty thick; I went to class and had breakfast with the Siren and went to class again; my apartment is a mess; I have to read Grutter v Bollinger this afternoon and it will probably make me very angry; still eating Swedish Fish and watching Frasier. (Speaking of which, the links in my last post are still up, but I'll take them down tomorrow, I think.) Also gavagai suggests that as I apparently adore shows involving family dynamics and inherently funny professions, I might also like Six Feet Under.
Census meme! I am disproportionately upset by the fact I will not be counted; I arrived a few weeks too late to be counted in the US census, and now I fail to register on the British one. Sigh. The fact I will not be counted as a British adult until I am thirty-four years old is a little disconcerting.
March 2011 - I am twenty-four years old. I live in an airy one-bedroom apartment that I love in upstate New York. I'm reading for a Masters degree in legal philosophy, and while I miss home, my friends, family, my partner, I'm happy. The weather is godawful, but I have interesting work and friends I love. I do research into Aristotle and into statutory interpretation, I have a raft of adorable tutors and one who thinks I ought to do a doctorate. In May I'm going home to a job and my first time living with a partner. I'm happy.
March 2001 - I am fourteen years old, in my third year of secondary school, intelligent, socially awkward and frustrated. I live with my parents at Formby Point, by the sea. I love that house (and I still do). I've been in online fandom for two months. I am a shy little mouse who is already a committed political liberal, but thinks rightly that her opinions are very unpopular and never ever ever discusses them.
March 1991 - I am four years old, and haven't started primary school yet. I live with my parents in a small house on the Wirral with a black door. My English is very limited and I am so painfully shy that I don't speak outside the house. I make up stories in my head.
(Like many people, I'm impressed by how this manages to miss so many interesting bits of my life: my five years living in Oxford and the five different places I lived there, the years I spent living in hospital accommodation, the summer of 1992 which I spent living in Delhi. It also misses the major life event that happened just before the 1991 census - British citizenship.)
Right. Lunch then Grutter.
gavagai will be here! I am so excited, and if there is more airport-closing snow I shall personally go and nut people. In other news there is no other news. The snow is still pretty thick; I went to class and had breakfast with the Siren and went to class again; my apartment is a mess; I have to read Grutter v Bollinger this afternoon and it will probably make me very angry; still eating Swedish Fish and watching Frasier. (Speaking of which, the links in my last post are still up, but I'll take them down tomorrow, I think.) Also gavagai suggests that as I apparently adore shows involving family dynamics and inherently funny professions, I might also like Six Feet Under. Census meme! I am disproportionately upset by the fact I will not be counted; I arrived a few weeks too late to be counted in the US census, and now I fail to register on the British one. Sigh. The fact I will not be counted as a British adult until I am thirty-four years old is a little disconcerting.
March 2011 - I am twenty-four years old. I live in an airy one-bedroom apartment that I love in upstate New York. I'm reading for a Masters degree in legal philosophy, and while I miss home, my friends, family, my partner, I'm happy. The weather is godawful, but I have interesting work and friends I love. I do research into Aristotle and into statutory interpretation, I have a raft of adorable tutors and one who thinks I ought to do a doctorate. In May I'm going home to a job and my first time living with a partner. I'm happy.
March 2001 - I am fourteen years old, in my third year of secondary school, intelligent, socially awkward and frustrated. I live with my parents at Formby Point, by the sea. I love that house (and I still do). I've been in online fandom for two months. I am a shy little mouse who is already a committed political liberal, but thinks rightly that her opinions are very unpopular and never ever ever discusses them.
March 1991 - I am four years old, and haven't started primary school yet. I live with my parents in a small house on the Wirral with a black door. My English is very limited and I am so painfully shy that I don't speak outside the house. I make up stories in my head.
(Like many people, I'm impressed by how this manages to miss so many interesting bits of my life: my five years living in Oxford and the five different places I lived there, the years I spent living in hospital accommodation, the summer of 1992 which I spent living in Delhi. It also misses the major life event that happened just before the 1991 census - British citizenship.)
Right. Lunch then Grutter.
