“Studente sono…povero”
Today was my first day as a student at the University of Florida, the institution for which I have worked since 2000. Why am I just getting around to taking classes there, you ask? Well, it’s a long story, and I have now had a remarkable recollection, which is that I don’t really care much for stories. Rather, I don’t enjoy dissecting the microscopic elements of literary fiction to a degree to which the narrative is no longer enjoyable. I had subconsciously put my high school experiences behind me, wherein I was regularly called upon to analyze an author’s use of this or that device, and make arguments–based entirely on conjecture–about his meaning and purpose. I am taking a mix of English and history courses at this point, in case I decide next semester that history is a better fit for me.
Meanwhile, it is challenging to get back into the routines of school again. I have grown quite accustomed to my workaday life, and the mental lucidity that comes from being able to leave work at work, which is to say, my time at home is mine. That is not the case for students, and my time once again belongs to professors. It will be this way for a long time to come now if graduate school is in the picture.
And speaking of “in the picture”: in the picture above you see my arm, stuck with an enormous needle as I gave blood this morning. The last time I donated blood I was 18 years old, and I went with Dan Francke, who mocked a girl we knew for wearing black boots with white laces “which, of course, denote white power”, as he explained to her derisively.
For the record, the title of this post comes from Act I, Scene 12 of Rigoletto, where the Duke, disguised as Gualtier Maldè to seduce Gilda, lies to her thusly. The Duke may be deceiving, but the description fits me pretty well.
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