Last Class

First: Something that has been bothering me.

On campus they posted a sign that read 'GIANT BOOK SALE'. I was intrigued. Meandering my way around the circumference of ring road to discover for myself this advertised marvel that was this 'GIANT BOOK SALE' and after a short (though tiring) session of walking I arrived at the destination, the so advertised 'GIANT BOOK SALE'.

For future reference, if you are going to advertise a 'GIANT BOOK SALE', I expect to find GIANT BOOKS. No reader, see what they meant to say was, 'LARGE QUANTITIES OF BOOKS HERE' or something to that effect. Instead, they advertised a sale for giant books and broke my heart yet again.

Every year they do this. I expect to find man-sized versions of 'Little Red Riding Hood' and every year they crush my spirit.

Why, reader why?

To other matters though, today was the last class period for me this year, a moment all very bittersweet for everyone involved.

My classes have been amazing this past quarter. I met so many utterly amazing people in Creative writing, everyone is smart, funny, bombastic and interesting and everything was beautiful. I will miss it greatly.

Then Ngugi's class, I had a chat with him after class and he was magnanimous, accomodating and very down to earth and we had a very nice chat about numerous things. The man actually put a satellite TV producer on hold for me, some random student. The man is an intellectual and folk hero, a Nobel prize consideree, and really really cool. I've learned much about modern Africa's history in this class, I cannot take Masiela's 'The Haarlem Rennaissance and Sophiatown' next quarter but I hope to do so sometime in the future when I don't have to take logic and stupid math requirement classes.

I will miss those two classes. French seems a yearlong boatride of insanity that never ends so we're not quite done with each other yet in those classes. Steven Oliveri's students own the 8:00 French slot, represent bitches.

And oddly enough, today I end with a prayer, or less a prayer than a hope.

Let people love, live, listen and learn
Let them find their happiness and joy, their sadness and sorrow
Let them find their legends
Let them follow footsteps of their choosing
Let them forget not the unstrained comfort of their friends
Let them live, love, listen, and learn
Let them lie
Let them lie swiftly, softly under a sable sky
Let them swing, let them whisper
To a cloud, to a moon, let us sing sweetly you and I
Let us remember to live, to learn, to love
The moment of our lives flies fast
And when the moon sets in the steep starry night
You'll be human in your heart long at last.

I'll miss you peeps, it was everything and awesome

-Viet