Today I walked to work thinking about how funny it is that you really never forget certain people. Even the small people in your life--the ones that would have names like Man at Hot Dog Booth #7 in the credits of your life movie. Or how you think you see them everywhere and it's not them, just another random stranger in the world.
Right before I left for WSC, I ran into a girl that I knew back in middle school. I hadn't seen her since eighth grade, but we still stopped when we looked at each other and a loud, holy shit, it's you! came out of our mouths. In eighth grade, we were in drama class together and had to make music videos so we spent two entire afternoons making up dances to two different songs. Best dances in the entire class, I must tell you. If I could remember any of them, I'm sure the ywould make fabulous AIESEC dances [by the by, holy shit, some of those dances we did this conference will live on FOREVER in my head and I will get jiggy with it any time I hear them--no matter where I am].
All throughout break, there were all of these people who would walk through the doors and I had small stories to tell about them. Simply another indication that my time in Ann Arbor is definitely at a close. It's a lovely place, but it's becoming a bit too painful running into all of these people. It's like being stuck in the past all the time because you can't escape it. It's there every time you turn around.
More and more, it's becoming a city of ghosts. Sorry, but I'm not a fan.
Speaking of the future, I decided that I'm going to hold off on applying to an international MC. I had that application in my hands, partially filled out, but decided I wanted to develop myself a bit more and be pro-active about the sort before heading off and trying to develop others. Hey, It's Up to You!, right?
My head is everywhere all at once and that is no good. Still can't recall what day it is--that's when you know you were at a successful conference. Booja.
Right before I left for WSC, I ran into a girl that I knew back in middle school. I hadn't seen her since eighth grade, but we still stopped when we looked at each other and a loud, holy shit, it's you! came out of our mouths. In eighth grade, we were in drama class together and had to make music videos so we spent two entire afternoons making up dances to two different songs. Best dances in the entire class, I must tell you. If I could remember any of them, I'm sure the ywould make fabulous AIESEC dances [by the by, holy shit, some of those dances we did this conference will live on FOREVER in my head and I will get jiggy with it any time I hear them--no matter where I am].
All throughout break, there were all of these people who would walk through the doors and I had small stories to tell about them. Simply another indication that my time in Ann Arbor is definitely at a close. It's a lovely place, but it's becoming a bit too painful running into all of these people. It's like being stuck in the past all the time because you can't escape it. It's there every time you turn around.
More and more, it's becoming a city of ghosts. Sorry, but I'm not a fan.
Speaking of the future, I decided that I'm going to hold off on applying to an international MC. I had that application in my hands, partially filled out, but decided I wanted to develop myself a bit more and be pro-active about the sort before heading off and trying to develop others. Hey, It's Up to You!, right?
My head is everywhere all at once and that is no good. Still can't recall what day it is--that's when you know you were at a successful conference. Booja.
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